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Hey, boss, what's going on? We've got a problem.

A big problem.

We need to talk, all right?

That's crazy, man.

Where'd you hear that? Talk about it inside.

All right.

I'm going to fire that bitch's ass.

Gloria forgot to turn on the alarm when she left. That's what I'm talking about.

I can't defend the letter. You're worried about Gloria, not me.

You know, when Billy

Dee talks to me, I listen, because he ain't going to lie to me about these

things. The guy's full of crap.

Hey.

You shouldn't have listened to Billy Dee, Hawthorne.

Thank you, young man.

Shansky's got a personal.

Yeah.

Give it to someone else. I'm coming in.

No, the guy said it had to be you.

You got a name?

No, I said you'd recognize him.

Where?

1337 South Myrtlewood.

Hey.

Where'd you get out?

Three weeks ago.

You must have been a good boy.

Kept my nose clean, kissed ass.

Where to?

Doesn't matter, just drive.

It's been a long night, Ryan. What do you want?

I need your help.

I saw a murder.

Well, in case you haven't noticed, I'm not a cop anymore.

I go to the police. The cops?

The cops already arrested the wrong guy. Do you have any more reason to go to

him?

I can't.

I was pulling a job when I saw it.

I'm a two -time loser on parole, okay? I come forward, I go away for the rest of

my natural born, man.

I promise you're not going to tell anyone we got this information.

What did you say?

I promise.

Yeah, okay.

Look, I was going to keep my mouth shut. Then I saw the news last night.

Okay, they arrested the wrong guy. He was some thin black kid, about 20. It

wasn't him.

This guy was big. He was about 40. He was whiter than you.

He was so close. I could see he had a crucifix.

What were you doing there?

A truck company's not usually a cash business.

A buddy of mine, he works for... I'll be right back.

My buddy works for an alarm company.

Okay, he tipped me off. There's some cash in the safe. I figure it's got to

dirty.

And you figure money like that goes missing.

Who's going to report it?

Well, I'm glad to see that you learned something in prison.

It's a no -brainer.

Easy entry. I had the alarm code. You know what I'm talking about, Oshansky.

You think we got something in common?

Huh? Is that why you're bringing this to me? No, because you and Washington were

actually decent to me. I'm trying to do the right thing here. And your figure's

still pulling jobs. That's the right thing. Hey, that's who I am now.

I'm trying to help this kid.

All right? Whether you believe it or not, I was innocent the first time they

me away, okay? But prison turns you. Once you're an ex -con, try and find the

real job.

You bring the DA a murderer, and it'll probably cut you a deal.

A deal?

Let's go to what, like 10 years?

I'm not going back.

If you can help this kid without mentioning my name, fine.

Okay? Otherwise, we didn't talk.

I understand, but that was a long time ago.

Well, I'd say you're on the chance to find somebody who was working vice back

then. No, no, no. I don't know who that would be.

Delancey. They got him working a desk on a property.

Okay, try a guy named Delancey.

Myron.

Myron Delancey on property.

Yeah, you're welcome.

That's what I live for.

So what are you doing down here?

Come to buy me lunch?

No.

A guy named Lonnie Hawthorne was murdered on a truck company in South

You know who's in charge of the case?

Yeah. Why are you asking?

That's just that, okay?

If you're thinking of getting involved, don't.

Stevie Morgan's case.

Stephanie Morgan?

Of all the gin joints in all the world, huh?

Come on, let's get out of here.

I'll buy you lunch.

When did she leave the 13th? A couple of months ago.

She's fast becoming one of the captain's favorites.

She arrested the wrong guy on the Hawthorne thing.

What do you know?

Next case.

Docket number 03013317, Commonwealth v. Christopher Lewis Hudson.

Counsel for the defense.

Yes, sir. Sean Allen Loring.

Your client's charged with murder, first degree.

Do you waive reading of the complaint and statement of rights?

We do. And how does your client plead?

Not guilty, Your Honor. Okay, do you request bail? Yes, Your Honor.

Okay, count. Commonwealth request of bail be denied. A warrant in search of

accused department produced the murder weapon and cash with traces of the

victim's blood. He's offered no alibi, and several witnesses heard him threaten

to kill Mr. Hawthorne. That's compelling enough. Bail is denied.

Do you have a problem with that, Mr. Loring?

I'll take that for a no, and I'm scheduling a preliminary hearing for two

from today, 9 a .m., this courtroom.

Call the next case, Bailiff.

Docket number 191801.

You don't worry. Call Jody. Just call Jody. I'll see you in an hour. Counsel

the defense.

Client's charged with murder, first degree.

You waive a reading of the complaint and statement of rights.

You must have the lowest seniority at the public defender's office.

Excuse me?

They always stick the new kid with a case that they're impossible to win.

Ah, yeah, right.

Thanks. Well, if it means anything, I happen to think your client is innocent.

I have no idea who you are, but didn't you just hear the evidence the ADA

Well, let me ask you something.

You put an investigator on?

Not yet.

Wouldn't even know where to point him. I like to talk to your client.

I do that kind of work.

You a private investigator?

No.

But believe me, pal, you can use all the help you can get.

No secret Hawthorne hated me. I'm the black dude that knocked up his daughter.

How'd you meet her?

I was working for Hawthorne, doing odd jobs like washing trucks, hoping to

become a driver.

One day I had to drop something off at his house in Bryn Mawr, and Jody

the door.

We sort of connected.

But when he found out we were dating, he went ballistic.

He must have been really thrilled when he heard that she was pregnant. I love

Jody.

I wanted to marry her, but the old man wouldn't let it happen.

He fired my ass and then forbid me from ever seeing Jody or my baby.

Where were you when he was killed?

I swear to God, I was at home, asleep.

Unfortunately, no one can corroborate that. My own lawyer doesn't believe me?

didn't say that. I don't own a gun.

All that stuff they found in my apartment, it was planted.

Who'd want to frame you?

I don't know.

You know most of the drivers who work for the company? Yeah.

Oh, Shansky, get out of there.

A couple arrested me.

We got a history. What the hell do you think you're doing?

How'd you know I was here?

He's helping me prepare.

Prepare for what?

Sending your client to the death house?

You know this man is under indictment for a felony.

Save your breath, not interested.

You think your life is miserable now. It's going to get a whole lot worse if

contaminate my case.

Thanks for seeing me, Judy.

Come in.

I'm not sure I should be doing this, but Chris begged me on the phone to talk to

you.

My mother will be back from the funeral home soon, so I don't have a lot of

time.

I'm sorry about your father.

I loved him, but he never understood Chris and me.

He couldn't see past our one big difference.

Different generation. My father wasn't prejudiced.

Half the guys who worked for him were minorities.

Well, I guess the rules change once you're a daughter.

The funny part is, Dad loved Madison.

He made life miserable for us.

Enough for Chris to kill him.

I heard...

That he threatened to kill your father.

The day the baby was christened, there was a party here.

Chris wasn't invited, but he came anyway.

It was ugly.

Chris brought Madison a present, a pink teddy bear.

My father ripped it apart and physically tried to throw Chris out.

He wouldn't go.

Punches were thrown.

They had to be pulled apart.

And that's when Chris said what he said.

Which was?

I'll kill you.

No one's keeping me from seeing my daughter.

How well do you know the drivers that worked for your father?

He never let me near the place.

My father separated his work and family life.

I guess you probably should go.

If my mom came home, I just... I just can't handle any more themes.

Okay, load those two skids into the nose of the truck. You, you help him, okay?

Excuse me? Hey, guys, I need those log sheets.

What, can I help you? Yeah, uh, look at Mr. Hawthorne.

Oh, he's not here.

You know when I'll be in?

He's dead.

The kid, when?

A couple nights ago.

He was murdered.

Oh, jeez. I'm sorry.

Well, maybe I can help you. I'm the office manager.

Well, I hope so.

One of your company's drivers backed into my cab.

I spoke to Hawthorne last week.

He promised to check it out with the driver. I haven't heard anything, so...

Well, he never mentioned it to me, and I'd be the one to handle an insurance

claim.

Well, I don't know what to tell you.

Well, what was the driver's name?

Oh, man.

He said the name, and I forgot it.

Well, describe him to me.

Big guy, 40, white, had a earring.

Crucifix. Sounds like Jack.

Jack Tully?

Yeah, yeah.

That's it. That's it. He around?

No, Jack's on his way back from Toronto.

He'll be here around five or six.

I'll talk to him.

Okay. Well, I'll check back with you tomorrow.

Sorry about the boss.

I'm thinking of getting a new number because of you.

Sounds like you're in a good mood.

What do you want? I need someone checked out.

His name is Jack Tully.

Probably has a commercial driver's license.

About 40.

Uh -oh.

Here comes Philly's answer to Nancy Drew.

Stevie?

She's headed my way.

Yeah, hang on, sweetie.

You need me? Don't hang up. This will only take a second.

I just want to know what your ex -partner's interest is in my case. Well,

would I know?

It's no secret you two are still tight.

Look, I couldn't keep tabs on a guy when we worked together, so I certainly

don't know what he's up to now. If I find out different.

You threatening me, Theo?

No.

So what was that guy's last name again?

Polly.

See you, buddy. All right. Have a good night.

Easy, man.

Hey, Frank.

Hey. How you doing? How you doing, man? Good.

What can I get you?

John, Pat.

Give me a beer.

What do you say? You dining with us tonight?

Yeah, give me a cheese steak, extra fries, make sure John doesn't take any.

Onions burnt.

No problem. Extra burnt. Yep. You look good, Pat.

Where do we got to go in here? Am I up next?

Where are you?

You don't want to get me involved in this, Ryan.

Just tell me where you are.

Don't move. I'll pick you up in five minutes.

You're dumber than I thought, Ryan.

Oh, Shasty.

I see you found a job fitting your talents.

Although making change might be a challenge for you.

Still a razor sharp blade, I see.

Keep away from Ryan, you got it?

Eat me.

Oh, good.

Good. Give me an excuse.

An excuse?

Get in the cab.

Get in the cab.

No, Hager's okay. No, Ryan, he's not okay, you scum.

You're worried the copping of that B &E would land you back in prison?

Associating with an ex -con like Hager, they'll get you there a lot quicker.

Hell, just being seen with him is a violation of your parole. Don't try and

me, man.

Okay, who I hang out with, that's my own business.

You still walk like a cop, old shit.

What's that mean? Oh, you know.

Shit never came to you. You know, what happened to that? I want to save a kid

from what I went through, I think. Same thing's gonna happen to him that

happened to me. He's gonna go down for a crime he didn't commit. He can do

whatever it takes to survive in the joint, and if he ever gets out, his life

changed forever.

Where are we going?

Recognize anyone?

Yeah, that's him.

The guy playing pool.

You sure?

I'm not gonna forget that face.

How'd you find him? Well, like you said, I still do the walk.

Hello, sweetheart.

What do you got?

Tully's got a trucker's license.

I told you that.

What you don't know is that's about all he's got. What are you saying?

Guy's got no life, no debt, no credit cards, arrests, not even for jaywalking.

Something's not kosher, and I'm betting that Jack Tully's not his real name.

Thanks, Marcellus.

Stay right here.

Eight in the corner.

Don't put an end to this.

Who took my beer?

Where'd you put it?

Pat, you take my beer?

Give me a beer.

How long before we get a match of the predominant prints?

We're not too busy downstairs. I'll get right on it. If they're not too smudged,

an hour.

Okay, well, call me on my cell, ASAP.

I'll be.

Dessert?

Not me.

I'll get the check.

Okay.

So this is where you fill me in?

Come on, Mike, don't try to pull this crap again.

I'm happy to help, especially where Stevie Morgan is involved, but I'm not

flying blind.

Guy who claims to have seen this Tully kill Hawthorne came to me for help.

He couldn't go to the cops because he was committing a felony at the time he

the murder.

He's a two -time loser, so you can understand his dilemma.

And no, I'm not giving you his name.

Okay, for once, I understand.

Stevie Morgan, however, will not. Oh, that woman.

I gave her a bad fitness report when I was a training officer, what, a thousand

years ago?

It's not like it's hurt her career, Eddie. Well, it set her back a few

She figures she'd be captain by now.

And how will she have no fury like a...

What? You didn't know she had a thing for you way back when?

Well, I guess I tried not to notice.

All right, so you add that to sticking your nose in her case. What'd you

I expected her to do her job, which is what I did when I filled out that

She's not looking any farther than the obvious. She did that then. She's doing

that now.

So you think Mr. I -Can't -Tell -You -His -Name Two -Time Loser Witness is

telling the truth?

I think so, yeah.

Come on.

Washington.

You sure? No mistake?

Who?

Yeah, I understand.

Thanks.

You screwing with me? What?

Prints on the beer bottle match those of a cop working undercover.

Who?

Lab wouldn't release his name.

You know what?

I don't want to know.

This is where I get off.

That's it?

It's none of my business.

None of yours either.

Yeah, yeah, hon.

What do you want?

What, you checking up on me?

I gotta ask you something.

No, no, no, man. I'm late to check in with my parole officer, and I gotta go

work, man.

I'll give you a ride.

Tell me what else you remember about the shooting.

I told you, man.

Two guys come in the office and start arguing. I couldn't hear what they were

saying, and the guy we saw last night pulls out a gun and shoots the other

And then he just left.

You sure?

All right, you know, no, no, he made a phone call.

A phone call?

You don't take that as support.

Hey, how the hell should I know?

All right, look, he's about to leave, but he goes back to the secretary's desk

and, um, what do you call that, the round thing, you know, with the phone

numbers? A Rolodex. Yeah, yeah.

He looks up a number, he makes a phone call, but I guess nobody answers because

he doesn't talk to anybody, he just hangs up.

And that's it.

All right, no, he checked the body.

All right, I guess make sure he's dead. Maybe he took some money.

Look, look, I don't know, okay?

I was just... Look, man, I was trying to be invisible, okay? As soon as I was

sure he was gone, I got the hell out of there. And you're certain it was the guy

that you pointed out to me last night?

Yeah, why?

He's a cop.

What?

Relax.

Nobody but me knows you were there.

Oh, man.

In the back.

Before you start yelling, listen.

To you, forget it. I'm not interested in anything you have to say.

Look, I got some information that you should check out. We have information

pertaining to a police investigation.

Go downstairs and file it with the death sergeant like civilians are supposed

to. You arrested the wrong guy.

The Hudson kid didn't do it.

And you know this how?

I hear things.

Oh, you hear things.

Shouldn't you be out at the airport hustling a fare? Why don't we just for

moment pretend that you don't hold this lifetime grudge against me? I don't hold

a grudge. You don't need to.

You're a dirty cop who got what he deserves.

The fact that you have Wavels big enough to even walk into this building is

stunning to me.

But if you think I'm going to waste a moment of my time following the fairy

you bring me, you're crazier than I thought. There was a call made from

Hawthorne's desk right after the murder.

Check it out. It might lead you in the right direction.

And if I'm crazy, you got another good Olshansky story for the bullpen.

I heard about this Good Samaritan crap. I don't believe it. You don't have to.

All you have to do is check a phone record.

I don't have to do anything.

Marcellus, what are you doing here?

Came to light a candle for our mutual friend.

Mike, what's he done now?

He can't keep from butting into other people's affairs.

Well, that's hardly man -bites -dog news.

Has he talked to you lately?

You know I can't betray your confidence.

Hey, I'm not asking you to.

But since he won't listen to me, maybe you can talk him out of doing something

stupid.

What do you think he's going to do? He's about to accuse a cop of a very serious

crime.

Well, Mike's instincts are usually good. Even if he's right, he's the wrong

person to be accusing a cop of being dirty.

Father, I found it. Thank you.

Well, then maybe you should look into the matter more, Celis.

Olshansky. Thanks.

For what? The tip.

Who is it? You suggested I check off on the phone.

Stevie. Guess what? You were right.

A call was made at 2 .05 a .m. about the time of the murder. To who?

Ah, that's a good part.

Chris Hudson's apartment.

You still think he's innocent?

Well, why would he call himself?

Maybe he was checking his messages.

Your curiosity knows no bounds.

Now, come on.

You saw him. He's a scared kid.

You're suggesting he blew away Hawthorne.

And then he was cool enough to hang around and check his messages.

Hawthorne made the call. They had words.

The kid came down and killed him.

Olshansky, give it up.

I mean, there's so much evidence tying this kid to the murder, the jury won't

out ten minutes.

You are really something.

I got to tell you, Mr. Olshansky, I'm not comfortable with this.

You want to save this kid's life or not?

What happened?

I don't belong here. I didn't kill Hawthorne. I never hurt anyone. Who was

this to me? I have an idea.

Who?

You remember getting a phone call the night of the murder, about 2 a .m.?

it woke me. I kept saying hello, but they hung up. I figured it was the wrong

number. Why?

It was the killer.

Why would he call Chris?

Well, maybe to find out if he was home.

Hopefully alone.

If you're going to frame somebody, you want to make sure they don't have an

alibi.

When you worked for the trucking company, you ever run across a guy named

Tully?

Yeah, sure.

Jack came in a month or two before I got fired.

What do you know about him?

I don't know.

Seems like a slick operator.

He got close to Hawthorne real quick.

Close? How?

Like something beyond what routes he was driving? Like something crooked?

Not that I can prove anything, but I had a sense that the whole place was...

Connected.

You gotta go to the judge and get him moved for his own safety.

You hang in there.

We're gonna get you out of here.

Hey, Stevie.

What do you want? I'm running late.

Um, how's the Hawthorne case going?

Investigation's over.

Let me ask, how'd you get onto Chris Hudson so quickly?

You asking for yourself or Oshansky? Hey, well, look, I know where you're

from. I got my own issues with him, but come on, give me.

It was an anonymous tip.

Oh, come on. No judge would issue a warrant to search someone's place based

unnamed source.

Let's just say it was a substantial tip. What does that mean?

Oshansky's got something, Stevie.

Jeannie's halfway out of bottle. He's going to want to do this one right. The

tip came from a cop working deep cover. I don't suppose he has a name?

Like I said, I'm running late.

Why'd it change your heart?

Shut up and listen before I change my mind.

You know how Stevie Morgan broke the case?

She got a tip to toss Chris Hudson's apartment.

Tip came from a cop working undercover.

Same as the prints on the beer bottle.

It's one plus one.

And who better to plant evidence of Freeman in his purse than a cop?

Why you looking at me when you say that?

Look, if you want my help, you gotta come clean.

I gotta know everything you do. I can't tell you.

I made a promise.

I guess you got a choice to make.

Don't break your promise or help the kid.

You remember Pitcher Billy Ryan?

Yeah.

It's a B &E, jewelry store over on Patterson.

He's out now.

He broke into Hawthorne's office.

He was about to crack the safe when he witnessed the murder.

Ryan's the one who fingered Jack Tully, or whatever his name is.

There's no way he's going to come forward and testify.

Third strike?

Yeah.

I want to talk to him.

I give you my word, I won't give him up.

Hello, Sergeant Washington, Billy P .D.

You in charge here?

Yep. We're looking for Billy Ryan. He didn't show up for work today.

Boy, you guys are quick.

I just got a call from his parole office ten minutes ago.

Ryan skipped his appointment this morning, but I guess you guys already

that. Right. He show up here?

Nope. Okay.

If he shows up, or if you hear from him, give me a ring.

In my experience, when these guys vote, they don't come back.

It's my fault.

I spooked him this morning.

Well, without his eyewitness testimony, we'll never build a case against Tully.

Hey.

Even though we lost our witness, he told you everything he thought, right?

Yeah, but what are you getting at? My testimony is hearsay.

I'm not talking about you testifying in court.

What are you saying?

Yeah.

Oh. Tully, you got a phone call.

Huh?

I saw you shoot Lonnie Hawthorne.

What? You didn't hear me?

I'll say it slower.

I saw you kill Hawthorne.

I'm full of it, pal. You didn't see anything.

No? You and Hawthorne came to the office and started arguing.

Hawthorne was pretty pissed.

You pulled a gun. You shot him in cold blood.

Who is this?

After you killed him, you started to leave, and then you came back.

You checked out the Rolodex. You called someone, but you didn't talk. You just

hung up.

What do you want?

Ten grand.

You know, you should be able to pull that together.

And I want it by tomorrow.

For what?

I'd bury you alive.

If you want to think about it tonight, it's fine.

But you might want to get the money together, because you and me both know

you're paying.

Hey, Frank, thank you.

I got a cow.

No good.

You all right, dear?

What's the Mexican withdrawal from the ATM?

That comes to her part.

You have a real set coming here asking me to set up a cop. Come on, calm down.

You're going to be driving second shift in this cab if you don't watch yourself.

The guy's a bad cop.

Takes one to know one.

Where's the supposed eyewitness?

He's missing.

Of course.

Doesn't matter. Even if we found the guy, he wouldn't talk.

You two guys are unbelievable.

Wire me.

If I'm wrong, it's my ass.

No. No.

You're going to let our past stand in the way of you doing your job. We don't

have a past, Oshansky. And because of you, I almost didn't have a future.

I thought you didn't hold a grudge.

Forget about you and me.

This is about a kid going away for something he didn't do. That's what you

but who's going to listen to you? Captain will listen to me.

Oh, yeah?

From what I hear, they're fitting a noose for your neck, too.

You don't want to mess with me, Stephen.

To hell with her.

You think I'm going to drop dead?

Holly. Who the hell are you?

The guy who saw you drop Arthur.

What were you doing in his office that time of night?

Robbing a place.

I got a tip that...

There's a lot of cash, I would say. Dirty money.

What's the matter?

You look familiar.

Yeah, yeah. Where do I know you from?

I was a cop.

Just like you.

What makes you think I'm a cop?

Oh, I don't think.

I know.

Take a real close look.

I worked out of the tent.

Osansky, huh? Yeah, the guy who pocketed the drug money.

Yeah, another dirty cop.

I just took a little cash.

You killed the guy. Oh, don't compare us, pal.

You took money for your own greed.

My unit's about to take down a whole crime syndicate.

Move 15, 20 key players off the street.

That makes murder okay?

I don't think of it as murder.

Really?

How do you think the jury's going to think of it?

Don't compare us.

Where's my 10 grand? I was forced to silence a mob guy because he was going

blow my cover.

What am I going to throw three years undercover work in the toilet? Where's

money? I want your money. Here's your money.

There you go.

Think you'll live to spend it?

Hey, Tully.

Don't smile.

Wouldn't want you to hurt your face.

I don't know how to thank you, Mr.

Olshansky.

You saved my life. No, I didn't do much for anything.

Maybe someday you'll get to meet the guy you should really thank.

Go hug your daughter.

What are you so happy about?

Better day than most.

What's with you?

Worried about what Stevie said?

Maybe I'm tired of looking over my shoulder.

This is never going to go away.

You.

Washington.

Uh, no, coffee's fine.

Yeah, when did this happen?

Frank, thanks for calling.

Travis at the halfway house.

They found Billy Ryan. Where is he?

The morgue.

He was shot by a security guard breaking into a shop on Jewelers Road.