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Heart rate up 20 points. BP 150 over 90.

Respiration 28.

What the heck is going on?

Emma?

Emma, can you hear me?

These files are nothing but an
indictment of your son.

Your son was stalking Mary O 'Reilly.

He showed up at the restaurant she was
working at.

On the day of the murder, they argued,
and she told him to leave her alone. Who

said that they argued?

Who else was in the diner? I mean, who
found her?

Before I can accept that my brilliant
and talented son did this horrible

thing, I need to get some answers.

Your brilliant and talented son is a
schizophrenic, and his prints were all

the belt that she was strangling him.

We deal with evidence every day,
Captain.

There's rarely just one explanation.

Do you know where David is?

No. Do you have reason to believe he's
in San Francisco?

No. Then why are you here after three
years?

I can't spend another night not
sleeping, not knowing what really

Me too.

have any idea what it feels like to send
your child off to college and then

to have him call you up out of nowhere
and tell you that he's hearing voices,

that he's scared, that he thinks he's
going crazy.

And then to get another call this time
from the police telling you that he

what?

Please, Captain.

Please.

I need to see these files.

I'll do whatever it takes. I'll keep you
informed every day. I'll report daily,

hourly, whatever you want. Please.

McCafferty.

Oh, my God.

Don't.

No. No, I'll be right there.

I have to leave. We're going to have to
talk about this later.

No, I can't. I can't just go back to
work. You're going to have to.

Because these files are not leaving the
brothels.

And any review of them is to be made in
my presence. Is that understood?

Whatever you say.

And one more condition.

If you find anything, any information at
all, including evidence that might

implicate your son, you're to notify me
immediately.

I give you my word.

Her body's definitely come out of the
coma.

And her mind?

She's responding to basic stimuli, but
more than that, Kate, it's been eight

years. That bullet ripped right through
her brain. She may be blind.

She may never speak again.

Or she may. I always hope for everything
and try not to expect too much.

Emma?

I'm Kate McCafferty.

You don't remember me, but I was there
that night.

I worked on your case.

I'm just one of many people who've
waited a long time for this moment.

We're so glad that you're back with us.

It's just about him.

Oh, and Stacy, pack a bag.

We've moved her to a more secure room
without a guard, but I want you there.

Okay, if Emma makes any statement at
all, I want to know it.

Okay.

All right, yeah, we'll go to a movie.

So we'll go for a bite first.

Fine.

Eight o 'clock Wednesday, sure.

All right, I got to go, Gabe. Bye.

Mom? Yeah? What have you done with my
shirt?

What have I done with your shirt? What
are you talking about?

My shirt?

But what if one every day this week?

Benjamin, that shirt is in the water.

In the wash?

Yes. How could you do this to me?

That's just the only reason Melissa
Ruggieri talked to me. Well, she'll have

talk to you in another shirt. I'm
wearing wet.

Are you crazy?

I can't go to school. You damn well go
to school. I want you to get in there.

You have 30 other shirts that I bought
you. You pick one out, and you come back

out here. You got two minutes.

Forget it.

Benjamin, we are late.

Do you understand? I don't care.

No shirt, no school.

Fine.

Want to wear it wet? You wear it wet.

Thanks, Mom.

June 23, 1996.

Claudia's Trattoria, closing time, 11 p
.m.

Evan and Emma Campbell returned to their
brand -new BMW after dinner at the

restaurant. I remember this. It was
their anniversary. Their third

According to the police report...

Witnesses heard two shots fired at 23
.03 hours.

Did they recover the weapon? Just a
bullet from Evan Campbell's body.

Later determined to be a .357 round. Who
found them?

An officer near the scene responded.

Evan was DOA and Emma was barely alive.

Robbery? Carjacking? We always assumed
that the BMW was the target.

Evan refused and got himself killed.

You worked the case?

I had just come here as a lieutenant.

No, Rennie Parks and Andy Malone led the
investigation.

Captain Rennie Parks from the Oakland
Police Department, you worked for him?

Actually, he had the honor of working
for me for about a year.

They made a solid case against William
Tatum, career criminal specializing in

auto theft with a soft spot for this
particular neighborhood.

Tatum had Evan Campbell's credit cards
in his possession at the time of his

arrest. And he walked?

Never went to court.

He had an alibi, and we couldn't break
it, and the D .A. refused to press

charges. All that could change now that
Emma's awake and talking.

What has she said so far?

About the crime?

Nothing. But, hopefully, we'll have the
complete case files by the end of the

day, and in the meantime, we have the
initial police report and the M .E.'s

report. So, we'll start there.

How is Emma, Kat?

Bewildered. Overwhelmed. I can only
imagine how I'd feel.

Wake up, husband dead, eight years
older.

Both my parents passed away while I
slept.

She's all alone?

She has a sister in Colorado and a son.

He was two when it happened.

Her sister's been raising him.

They're on their way.

Captain, I just got off the phone with
Iron Mountain. They don't have the

Campbell file.

No, they always say that. They misfiled
it. Tell them to look harder.

You don't understand. There was some
bureaucratic screw -up and it was

a couple years ago.

Okay. Call CSI and Ballistics.

They should have the original of their
analysis.

But it's been eight years. Make the
call.

What about witness statements and
interviews? No one keeps copies of

We'll find the witnesses again. We'll
start from scratch and recreate the

And we can re -examine every piece of
that evidence as though this thing

happened yesterday.

We'll see if our fancy technology gets
us more than it did in 96.

And check out the BMW.

And I don't know if I need to say this,
but this case is your priority.

You don't.

Heard shots, 2303 hours, two of them,
back to back.

Cut through Myrtle Alley, arrived at the
parking lot at 2306.

You remember the exact time?

Yeah, I do.

Anybody? Just the cashier from the
liquor store, Patricia McGuire, the

who saw the blue car driving away.

Did you get a back model, gear?

Just a blue sedan, that's all she said.
It's all in her written statement I gave

the inspectors.

Yeah, right, in the file.

I'll never forget it.

Her husband was sprawled across, her
half his face blown off. I thought she

dead, and then I saw her lips move to
hell with contaminating the crime scene.

said to myself, I yanked the door open,
I pulled her out.

I was pounding on her chest.

You know, I gave her mouth to mouth. And
saved her life.

It's pure luck. It's all I knew what to
do.

Give yourself some credit. You're a
hero. Yeah, all right, some hero.

I got my 15 minutes of fame. She laid up
in a hospital bed for eight years like

a vegetable.

I kept telling myself not to give up
hope, you know.

Thank God this time it worked out.

You said her lips were moving.

Could you make anything out?

She was calling out to her husband.

She kept saying Evan over and over and
something about the light.

You know, maybe she was crossing over to
the other side. Maybe now she'll be

able to tell us something.

Did she say anything yet?

West is just starting to. I mean, we're
lucky that she's saying anything at all.

By the way, looks like you're getting
another 15 minutes here.

Local news is hot on your trail. Keep
it.

I'm not much for the spotlight.

Here's hoping we nail the bastard,
whoever he is this time around.

Whatever I can do, you know, let me
know.

Thank you. Thanks.

Don't have a gun. She's awake.

Randy. Hello, Kate.

You've been waiting a long time for this
one.

How's Emma? How's her memory?

What's the prognosis she'll ever
remember?

Anybody's guess.

Well, I appreciate you calling me.

The ladies and gentlemen of the press
are threatening to storm the building,

Kat. Thank you.

Walk with me? Yeah.

Actually, the call wasn't that innocent.

They've lost the case while.

Oh, they always say that. Relax.

No, this time it's real.

Tell me that you kept all your notes.

Every one of them.

What about Andy?

Andy? Well, to be honest, two of us have
lost touch. He's out there making a

bundle in private security.

Haven't talked to him in a couple of
years.

I'm probably jealous of all the money
that he's raking in.

Ha, who are you kidding? You'd be lost
without this job.

I'll give Andy a call.

I'll get you my notes.

Now, stop worrying. This whole thing
could be over in a matter of minutes if

Emma IDs Tatum.

She may never be in a position to do
that.

Tatum doesn't have to know that.

Just hearing that she's awake could
scare a confession right out of him.

Come on, Kate.

Let's put an end to this guy once and
for all.

Tatum didn't even leave a partial print,
huh? Uh -uh. Not a one.

What about the bullet? What kind of
shape was it in?

Remarkably good, considering it
penetrated Evan Campbell's skull.

We should be able to make a match if we
recover the weapon.

In the crime scene photo, the interior
light was on.

Yeah, because Evan's seatbelt was jammed
in the door.

Right. The suspect opens the door,
orders them out. Evan tries to close it

gets himself killed.

That's a possibility.

Anything else look interesting?

Well, the glove compartment was open
that night.

Well, if the Campbells owned a gun,
that'd be the right time to go for it.

Hi.

Mrs. Campbell.

Um, I'm Stacy Reynolds.

Go away.

I work with Captain McCafferty.

My husband's dead.

My parents are dead.

I have all these memories.

And everyone in them is dead.

You know, uh... Not everybody's gone. I
brought some

pictures of your son.

He won't remember me.

Of course you will.

Don't.

Is there anything that I can get for
you? I want my husband back.

I want my life back.

Oh, my God.

I can see him.

I can see your husband in heaven.

I can see his face.

He's not here.

You sure?

I'm sure.

It's not any of them.

Emma?

Are you all right?

Yeah, don't worry.

We'll find him.

Here you go. Thanks.

So what?

So what?

Eyewitnesses screw up all the time,
Kate.

You can't just disregard it.

People can't get straight what they saw
two days ago.

Hell with that, two minutes ago.

It's been eight years.

Not to have it.

The woman was shot in the head, for
God's sakes. She's got a bullet

lodged in her right temporal lobe. She
just gave Tatum the perfect defense.

Well, we can nullify it.

Maybe we moved too fast and we showed
her the photos too soon. We both made

decision. I'm not blaming you, Kate. I'm
sure you handled it perfectly.

No.

Hard as it is, you're going to have to
get used to the idea that we may never

able to nail Tatum. I can't believe
this. I feel like I'm back in 96 dealing

with that son of a bitch DA.

Get Tatum in a room. Have a go at him.
You need to see for yourself.

Kate, I'm not going to sit back and let
this guy walk again.

Oh, great. It's starting again.

It's got a thing for me. I should file a
harassment suit.

Sit down, Tatum. I've got nothing to say
that you haven't heard a million times

before. Well, I want to hear it.

Where were you that night?

At my mother's. Until when?

8 .30.

And then?

I split for the building next door, said
goodnight to my kid and messed around

with his mother. You got both their
statements.

And then?

And then I went home at 1 o 'clock and
walked in on him.

And Malone tearing my place apart.

How do you explain Evan Campbell's
credit cards in your dresser? They

them. You're lying, Tatum.

You pulled a gun on Evan Campbell and
told him to get the hell out of the car.

When he didn't, you shot him. You're out
of your mind. Emma Campbell's come out

of the coma you put her into.

She's awake and talking about someone
that looks exactly like you.

I was at my mother's. I got an alibi. I
got two alibis. What, your girlfriend

and your mother?

How about the 245s and the Glock we
found stashed at your mother's place

night? And the rounds for a .357.

Not to mention the 500 bucks a month
you've been paying your girlfriend ever

since.

Ain't gonna work, Tatum.

Even the DA's not going for it this
time.

You don't want to go to trial on this.

You haven't got a prayer.

You arresting me?

We will be.

I'm free to go?

Anytime.

How about now?

Should I, Adam?

You look great.

Here.

Take a look. I don't want to look.

Oh, you haven't seen yourself yet.

I want to remember myself the way it
was.

You know, call my sister and tell them
not to come.

Give me a few weeks. Oh, no.

No, they don't care. Emma, you look
great.

Trust me.

You don't have to worry about that.

I can't believe she didn't make the ID.

I really thought this was the end of it.
We finally nailed it, lousy scum

sucker.

What's happening alone?

Hey, I'm just a lowly civilian now. Call
me Andy.

Andy.

Hey, it was obvious it was Taylor.

The time, the location, make of car.

Four months out on parole, he knocks off
ten other cars just like it.

You and Captain Parks were among the
first on the scene, right? We were on

As soon as dispatch put out the word, we
knew it was Tatum.

But he had never killed anyone before?

He had a load of what he did to the
other ten victims.

Roughed them up plenty.

And no gunpowder residue found on him,
right?

Nah, we figured he'd shart it off at the
girlfriends.

No prints on the car.

Not on this, not on the others.

The guy was a pro.

The only reason we got him on the other
ten was because the C .I. at the chop

shop rolled on him.

But this time... He was holding
Campbell's credit cards.

Now, which one of you found them in his
apartment?

I did.

In his smelly sock drawer.

With about a hundred others.

So, Mrs. Campbell was sure?

Yeah. Yeah, she was.

There's everything I got.

A little shebang.

Thank you.

Feels good to be back here.

Back in the swim.

Yeah. Sorry you left.

I made the right decision.

I'm better off dealing with rich people
and their alarm systems.

Nice and uncomplicated.

So where are we on this?

Without Emma, can we even make a case
against Tatum?

Well, we're looking for the cashier,
Patricia McGuire, the one who sold the

car. Unfortunately, Tatum was driving a
red Camaro in 1996.

Yeah, but maybe he borrowed a blue car.

Maybe he wasn't working alone.

No one ever said anything about an
accomplice, but we got a bigger problem

Neither this blue car or this cashier
are mentioned anywhere in any of Rennie

and Andy's notes.

And where are we in finding this
Patricia McGuire?

Nowhere yet.

Either she got married or moved out of
state or both. We're checking like the

next event working.

She's a critical witness. I don't
understand why she's not mentioned

their notes.

And how did we hear about her? The beat
cop, Sam Berners.

Find her.

Stacy Reynolds?

Right.

Okay.

Okay, thank you.

Uh, they missed their flight.

Give me the truth.

Cody's afraid.

And they didn't get on the plane.

No, you just, you gotta give him some
time.

He's happy with Barbara, my brother -in
-law.

Maybe I should just let him be.

Well, I don't think you have to make
that decision right now.

I'm trying to be his mother.

I'm trying to figure out what's best for
him.

They killed Evan.

I got an I .D. from Emma Campbell.

Our hero.

The beat cop.

Sam.

No, I don't want an attorney. What the
hell's going on? I need an M .I .D.,

Said that night in 1996 didn't go down
quite the way you said it did. What, you

thought I shot those people? I saved
that woman's life. Yeah, well, there are

people who start fires just to put them
out to be heroes. No, no, I was there,

all right? I was the last person she saw
before she went under. That's why she

thinks it was me.

Oh, I don't believe this. I was there. I
was on Excelsior when I heard the

shots. I flew over there. For all I
know, the shooter was still there. I

think twice about my life.

This is unbelievable.

Anybody see you on Excelsior? I don't
know. I don't remember.

Yeah, yeah, someone did. Sal, the guy
who used to own the newspaper stand. Sal

Esposito. You know we can find this Sal
Esposito?

No. No, what about the woman from the
liquor store, the cashier? She saw me.

Yeah, the one who saw the blue car.

Yo, we're still looking for her, too.

I'm trying to find my son. I'm willing
to pay for information.

David Torricelli is my son.

Can you look at the picture, please?
I'll pay for information.

You know him?

Do you recognize him? Do you know where
he is?

If you remember anything, this is my
card.

You call me at that number, okay?

Please tell me you cleared that poor
cop.

We interviewed that witness, Patricia
McGuire in 96. She told us about the

car. It wasn't in your notes.

Well, it may not have been in my notes,
but it certainly was in the file.

Plus, it was Sam that told us about the
McGuire woman.

Yeah, well, you know yourself, it
doesn't rule them out.

And it explains why the glove
compartment was open.

Cop approaches, you take out your
registration.

So, so what's your theory?

That... That this cop, Sam, shot them,
left the scene, and then returned?

Yeah.

And becomes a hero. Why not? An
honorable man with more than 20 years on

force and no other aspirations but to
protect a neighborhood?

If he's innocent, we'll clear him.

Don't think I'm enjoying this.

Well, you better be right, Kate.

Because once you make an accusation like
this, a man's career is ruined.

He'll never recover.

Are you sure it was a cop?

I remember the badge.

He shined a light in her eyes.

Yelled at us.

Evan yelled back.

Is that a cough?

Yes.

I don't know.

Maybe I'm getting my memories jumbled up
with the man who shot us.

And the man who saved my life.

Okay, Emma.

When you're feeling a little better,
we'll go back to the parking lot.

We'll try to recreate it.

Only if you're willing.

It might help you remember.

I'm ready now.

Everyone who mattered is gone.

I'm beginning to think the only reason I
woke up is to remember.

What is it?

The sound of the wind.

And there's someone laughing over there.

Music.

Are you ready?

Yes. Let's go.

You're leaving the restaurant.

We were happy and laughing.

And we got in the car.

We were killing.

I'd wanted to kiss him like that all
night.

He told me how much he loved me.

Then suddenly there was this light.

I didn't... I didn't turn to it. It was
blinding.

What the hell?

What is it?

What do you see?

Did he say something? Can you remember?

Take it someplace else.

Hey, get out of the car.

Take it easy, man. What's your problem?

I'm kissing my wife.

San Francisco police.

Get out of the car.

Do you believe this?

License and registration.

Get the hell out of the car. Okay, okay.

Just give it to him, Evan.

Give me a license, I'll get the
registration.

Did your husband get out of the car?

No.

The officer walked over the door.

He opened it.

He grabbed him.

And he pulled him out.

You're drunk.

Shut the hell up. No, no, no, man.
You're drunk. This is completely bogus.

Honey, write down his badge number. It's
986. I don't want to do that.

Get it? 986?

Are you sure?

I think so.

Yes.

Did you write it down?

No, it all happened so fast, and then
suddenly Evan was back in the car.

The guy's drunk. He's crazy. We're
getting out of here.

Emma?

He's dead.

He said the man looked through the
windshield before he fired, that he took

step forward and to the right.

Did you see his face? No.

No. It was... He

wasn't in uniform.

And... His badge.

What about his badge?

It wasn't like that.

It wasn't silver like his.

It was gold.

what you're talking about.

We were clear across town when the
Campbell was shot.

Not according to Patricia McGuire.

I just spoke to her. Remember her?

Cashier from the liquor store?

She saw your blue car taking off.

We have the records right here.

We checked out a blue Crown Victoria
from the motor pool that night and you

proceeded to go get drunk.

Want to tell us what happened?

I don't know.

I passed out.

Didn't you expect us to believe that?

It's the truth.

The next thing I knew, we were picking
up Tatum. Yeah, and the credit cards

right in the drawer.

You were in the parking lot. Did you see
the Campbells?

No.

But you were in the parking lot.

I mean, this guilt's got to be killing
you, right?

Quit the force a year later, you can't
even look this guy in the face anymore?

You didn't just pass out, did you?

You saw what happened.

Kevin Campbell isn't the only one who
died that night.

It's just taking you a little longer.

Why do you want to handle him?

Handle what?

We got a statement from Andy.

We know everything.

He's a lush.

He barely remembers one moment to the
next.

Yeah, well, he remembers this one.

He told us the exact same story Emma
did.

Detail for detail.

That train's left the station, Kate.

No one's gonna believe a word she says.

She had her shot.

I know about your wife leaving you that
week.

She ran all the way to Maine with your
kids.

She couldn't have gotten farther away,
and still she felt the need to file a

protective order.

I was glad to be rid of her.

Was it just seeing that young couple in
love that set you off?

Was it just too much for you?

It's romantic, Kate.

No, I just know something about human
nature.

Evan Campbell took your badge number. He
was going to report you.

You would have lost your job.

And it was all you had left.

How do you put it?

The accusation alone would have ruined
me.

So you shot him.

And his wife.

At least Andy had the decency to fall
apart.

You never prove it.

Oh, yeah, I will.

We found Patricia McGuire.

She still remembers how sad it was.

This horrible crime.

And the inspector put on the case, had
been in her store moments before it

happened, drunk, and buying a bottle of
bourbon.

Major Stark.

You're under arrest.

I'm sorry about this, Kate.

Delancey. Yes, this is the woman that's
looking for her son.

Now, don't hang up.

Yeah, I'm still going to pay the reward.
Do you know where he is?

I'll be right there.

Captain, you all right? I heard what
happened.

Yeah, I will be.

Good work, Regan.

Birthright.

Thanks.

Captain, I'll see you tomorrow.

Hi.

Emma, we got the man who did this to
you.

There's someone here who wants to see
you.

Oh, Emma,

I can't believe it.

I've missed you so much.

How's Cody?

Oh, sure. Bye.

Something's going on.

What's wrong?

How much longer are we going to do this,
Gabe?

How much longer we're going to do what?

We're married. When are we going to
start acting married again?

Well... The counselor said it was going
to take some time. I know.

I've been trying. You've been trying.

I just feel like we're stuck in this
place, you know? We're not moving

at all.

You holding back from me? Is this your
way of giving me payback or something?

No, babe. No.

Dad?

What's up, sweetie?

Didn't show up a little late there?

Couldn't sleep.

What's the matter?

Does this have anything to do with your
lucky shirt?

It's gonna take more than a shirt, Mom.

What are you talking about?

Melissa, she was in line ahead of me in
the cafeteria.

Mm -hmm. She asked what I was gonna
have.

I opened my mouth, and nothing came out.

Hey, champ, you're not the only guy to
ever get tongue -twisted in front of the

girl that you're crazy about.

It's happened to me.

It still happens to me.

You got all the words.

To say they come from the heart. I know.

But they're not coming out.

Exactly.

Just tell her how you felt the first
time you saw her.

How you're the luckiest guy in the world
that she ever took notice of you.

She'd probably agree.

You're a good kid, Ben.

Tell her how you feel.

Open up.

Yeah.

Thanks, Dad.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night, Mom. Good night, Hampton. I
love you.

Take the shirt.

Did you mean what you said?

Every word.

What about you?

You're going to give 100 %?

I just want to talk. Are you here?

Answer me, dammit.

You're a cop. What do you want him for?

I want to talk to him.

I want to help him.

He's my son.

Is that really you?

David.

David.

Oh, sweetheart.

The police think I killed Mary. They're
all over the place looking for me. Did

you? Look at me.

Look at me. I don't care what you
answer, but did you do it, David?

Did you?

Tell me the truth.

No, I don't think so.

That's not her blood, is it?

I don't know, Mom.

No. Okay, okay.

Get your stuff. We've got to get out of
here.

No, I can't. I can't. Don't hurt me.
They won't lay a hand on you. Come on.

We've got to hurry.

I'm sure you were just about to bring
him into the station.

You brought them here.

How could you do this to me?

You're my mother. Do you know what
they're going to do to me? They're going

kill me. David Torricelli, you have the
right to remain silent. You give up that

right. Anything you say can and will be
used against you in a court of law.

How could you do this?

You could have trusted me. You didn't
even give me a chance.