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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.