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♪ Would you come
and walk along with me? ♪

Oh, come on, look at that.

Not a puckered seam
anywhere.

I asked you to let down
the hem, not shorten it.

Honey, I have let down
cuffs on dungarees,

but I have never lengthened
a skirt in my entire life.

Okay, well, I
can't wear this

for court now, and that
was the whole point.

Okay, well, maybe
to the office.

Or to a party

with people from the office. Hmm.

Yeah, if I wear this out, I'll
get busted for solicitation.

Come on, Marty, this is
not about the skirt.

You're mad about Cyndi.

I am not.
Put-off, then.

I am not mad or
put-off, okay?

I'm just surprised
she didn't ask me first.

Why should she have
to ask you permission?

She's my friend, too.
Well, she was my friend first.

Honey, listen,
if you're embarrassed

by me or you don't
want me there...

What? What?

I never said that.

Okay, look, these
are my colleagues.

There has to be a separation
of church and state.

This from someone

who lived in my house
all through college,

but okay.

Hi.

Listen, settle
an argument,

would you?
See, right there,

look, that is my phone.
Hi.

You invited my mother
to your birthday party?

I talk to her every day
at least once.

Listen...

Cyndi, I am trying
to teach her boundaries, okay?

I'm not going.
You're going.

Martina.
What?

I have Nolan. It's urgent.

Oh, okay, uh, yeah,
uh, I-I'm on my way.

Two Stark & Rowan clients,

Eric Jenkins and Tim
Larkin, do you know them?

Yeah, nightclub owners.
Quasar Club, right?

Yeah, that's right.

Yeah, their bouncers wouldn't
let me in one night.

I can only imagine
what you were wearing.

Imagine away.
Go on.

Eric was arrested
for murdering Tim last night.

Since you fought
the ground wars in Trenton,

I thought you'd want
to join in.

Well, morning arraignments
can be a trip.

What's trippy about them?

Your Honor,
this is a misunderstanding.

My client won that car
in a poker...

It's like the cantina
in Star Wars.

Oh, I was thinking
my high school reunion.

Nolan!

That's our guy. Hey.

Eric, how are you holding up?

I can't believe Tim's dead.

It's horrible,
but I didn't do it.

What they said,
I didn't kill him.

How's Sarah?
She's home with the kids.

She's barely
keeping it together.

Donovan is in contact
with Tim's wife.

What, if anything,

did the cops tell you
about the murder?

They heard that
Tim and I fought a lot

about how to run
the business.

They think I killed Tim
at his apartment

after we had this
argument at the club.

What apartment? Tim wasn't
living with Phebe anymore?

No, they're separated.
I think Phebe kicked him out.

How did he die?

Someone beat him up,

pushed him down some stairs.

Okay, what were you
and Tim fighting about?

Tim comped six bottles
of Dom Perignon

at this table
of investment bankers.

He was drunk,
so the fight

got heated in front
of the staff.

I calmed him down,
I drove him home,

and then I took his car back to
the club so he couldn't drive.

He was alive when I left.

Okay, look,

for the cops to pin this on you,

the timeline needs to work.

We'll get to that later.

But first things first,
let's get you out of here.

This is an arraignment.

We're gonna enter a
plea of not guilty,

and the judge will decide
whether you get bail.

Am I gonna get it? You've
been charged with murder.

And because you work
at a cash business,

you're presumed
a flight risk.

It's gonna be tough.

Let me work on that.

Must've been
a full moon last night.

What's the best you got?

Oh,

Manson Eyes over
there, next guy up.

Triple homicide.
Really?

You know, we had way worse in
Trenton. You worked Trenton?

Yeah, in the D.A.'s office.
I went to school

with Charlie Winters.
You know him?

Know him? I went
to his baby's christening.

Unfortunately,
he got his father's grill.

I got us moved up.

We're right after Mason Eyes.

Nice.

You'll shine
in comparison.

With his aunt promising to keep
a close eye on him

at her home in the Berkshires,

he poses
no immediate danger.

And while he hasn't held
a steady job,

once can certainly blame
the economy for that.

Impressive, counselor, you said
that with a straight face.

Bail is denied.

Defendant will
remain in custody

pending his preliminary hearing.

Case number 80342,

State of New York
v. Eric Jenkins,

murder in the second degree.

Nolan Adams and Martina Garretti
for the defendant.

We'd like to waive the reading.

How do you plead?

Innocent, Your Honor.

And we'd request bail.
Murder two, Your Honor.

So we oppose any bail.

We understand the
defendant's family

owns a house
on the Amalfi Coast.

He poses a definite
flight risk.

Mr. Jenkins is a married man.

He owns several businesses,

and he has no criminal record,
Your Honor.

Bail is set at $500,000

on the condition
Mr. Jenkins

turns over his passport.

His preliminary hearing

will be in 72 hours.

That's, uh, this Friday
at 10:00 a.m.

Thank you, Your Honor.

What's that mean?

A prelim is when
the courts decide

whether the cops had
probable cause to arrest you.

If the D.A. proves
probable cause,

then a trial date is set.

Yeah, but unlike
these other guys,

you don't have to wait
behind bars.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

What is Van Pelt laughing at?

He thinks it's gonna be easy.

We'll see who's smiling
in the end.

I don't ever want
to cross you, do I?

You really don't.

♪ Finally

♪ Racing through the crowd now

♪ Step aside and shine
like starlight ♪

♪ Turn the key

♪ No one's gonna break me

♪ There's so much more to see

♪ Gonna try to take this town.

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If you remember anything else,
you give me a call, all right?

You got my number.

There she is.

Thanks, man.

Will do. Later.

Morning.

Morning.
I reviewed the police report,

and I talked to every tenant
who answered their door.

Here's what I got so far.

Okay.

Tim's body was discovered
by the housekeeper

yesterday at 7:00 a.m.,

and the M.E. puts
his time of death

between 3:00 and 5:00 a.m.

Okay, Eric said he drove Tim
home 'cause he'd been drinking.

Yeah, they arrived here
at around 2:45 a.m.,

and according to the doorman,

the only person coming or going
through the front doors

between 3:00 and 5:00 a.m.
was Eric

when left a little
after 4:00 in Tim's car.

Oh, that sucks for us.

It gets worse.
Police found

trace amounts of Tim's blood
on the steering wheel.

Okay, any witnesses
around at that time?

In the building,
cops talked to a dog walker

who didn't see anything,

and there's a nurse
who works nights.

They still haven't reached her,
as far as I know.

Add up the scorecard.

Between the argument
at the club,

Eric coming here afterwards,
time of death and the blood,

police have motive, opportunity
and physical evidence.

So we're holding the fuzzy
end of a lollipop. For now.

Come on.

Someone used this keypad
to enter the building

at 4:25 a.m.

That seems relevant.

Yeah, cops think Eric walked
out the front door,

came here, entered the
building's entry code

to create the illusion
an intruder slipped in.

Any prints?

Yeah, everyone who lives
in the building.

It means nothing.

Plus no security cameras
anywhere

pointed at this door
to help us out.

Okay, glass half full, Riv.

No visual proof
of Eric entering the building

goes towards reasonable doubt.

8:00 Thursday night
at Lucky Willy's.

And remember, no presents.

It's okay if you can't.

It's last minute, so...

Great.

Okay, bye.

Thank you, and Nolan wants you
in the meeting with Donovan

about Eric Jenkins.
Okay.

You singing "Like a Virgin"

for your birthday?

I heard last year you did

a forgettable cover
of "Like a Virgin."

No, my singing days are over.

Or until I start doing shots.

I must have missed the e-vite.

I always delete them.
Oh.

I'm sorry, I...

You just haven't come
the past two years.

Well, I didn't know you
as well then.

And I was hung up
on socializing with...

In case things
get uncomfortable,

since I'm technically
your boss.

Right.

But I've gotten
over that.

And besides, I-I...
I really like you.

So, would you like
to come this year?

Let me see what I have
going on Thursday.

Oh, um,
dinner with Steve Salisbury.

Bummer.

Move it.

Lucky Willy's, 8:00.

Yes, great.

See you there.
Okay.

♪ Good morning to the sunshine

♪ Good morning to the...

I didn't see Mr. Jenkins come
to the club.

Eric says that he
left Tim's apartment

a little after 4:00 a.m.

That would put him here
around 4:30.

I'm usually
cleaning upstairs then.

If he came in, I
wouldn't have seen.

I'm sorry.

Uh, what was your name?

Hank.
Hi, Hank.

Was anyone else working then?

Just me.

Who's the teary one?

Heather.

She seems pretty broken up.

Who did the hiring, Hank?

Was it Tim or Eric? Eric
hired bouncers and bartenders.

Tim hired the waitresses.

And can I ask which waitresses
got the VIP room?

I used to be a cop, Heather.

You know what the toughest part
of the job was?

What?

Talking to loved ones.

Mind if I ask how long

you and Tim were together?

Tim was my boss.

The firm we work for
represents Eric Jenkins.

He told us about you and Tim.

You're lying.
Am I lying

because Eric didn't tell us
or because Eric didn't know?

He didn't know.

Tim had a wife; did she know?

Maybe.

I think so.

Why do you say that?

'Cause a week ago, I go to get

in my car, and the word "slut"
is keyed on the side.

But it wasn't like
that, all right?

We saw each other all the time.

I mean, he had been spending
half his time at my place.

I saw that you worked
the night that Tim died.

Did you talk to Tim or
anyone else after you left work?

Are you asking me if...
if I have an alibi?

I am.

I was at a meeting.

Can you tell us
who else was there?

I can give you the
name of my sponsor.

He was there.

Sorry.

Than for your time.

Next?

We pay a visit
to the estranged widow.

There's one
you don't hear every day.

Now, you don't think
Eric would do this?

No, Tim and Eric were so close.

Yes, they had their power
struggles at the club,

but they always
worked it out.

How is he?

He's been better.

I feel bad for him.

Phebe, I'm sorry
to bring up

what must be a
difficult subject for you,

but you were aware
your husband

was having a relationship
with a waitress

at the club?
Heather.

Yeah.

If you see
Heather again,

let her know she wasn't
Tim's first fling.

But she was his last.

The police talked to me.

They know that
when Tim was killed

I was in Rhode Island
visiting my sister.

Airport security footage
can verify that.

Look... we just want to put on
the best defense for Eric.

That means knowing
all the facts.

The fact is,

I planned to divorce Tim,

but I needed to learn
more about my husband.

Learn more?

I managed our money.

Which wasn't easy, given
how Tim liked to party.

He was buying things

that weren't reflected
in our accounts.

I think he had more cash
than he was telling me.

That would be important
in a divorce proceeding.

Curran was the one who
found out about Heather

and the gifts he
was buying her.

Her P.I.

Yes.

Curran Papke.

You know him.

Yeah.

We go back.

The police think that Eric
and Tim were fighting

in Tim's apartment,
and then Eric pushed Tim

down the stairs,
which broke his neck.

That's not true.

Look, Tim was the best man
at our wedding, and I was his.

Sure, sometimes
we'd fight

about how to run a business,
but I would never hurt him.

What about Tim's blood on the
I don't know.

Tim did break a bottle
at the club

last week,
and he cut his hand.

There are witnesses.

Martina also found
out that Phebe

hired a private investigator
to follow Tim.

She believed that he was hiding
some other revenue stream.

Not to mention a girlfriend.

I have no idea
what that's about.

Can I say something?

We have a
four-year-old girl

and a six-year-old boy
who need their father.

And I need my husband.

Please... he's innocent.

Can you just make
all of this go away?

I'm sorry...
Excuse us.

Of course.

To prevail at

the preliminary hearing,
we're gonna have to prove

that the police had no
probable cause to arrest Eric.

Prevailing at the prelim
is a long shot.

Find a way.

Nice ride.

Curran Papke.
How's it going, brother?

Riv. Been too long.

For one of us, anyway.

Still upset about me getting
that IBC job over you?

Torch my reputation
anytime, man.

It's all part of the game.
You torched it.

All I did was find a copy of
a confidential police file.

Forgotten.

Ancient history.

What do we got here?

Worker's comp claim.

Guy says he can't
lift a crate, but...

Sit eight hours in a car

eating chips and peeing
in a plastic bottle,

and something like that
makes it all worth it, huh?

Yeah.

How'd you find me?

Tracked your GPS.

I disabled it.

I followed you
from your office, man.

You got a drone up there?

Hey, you got to keep up
with the times.

Yeah? You use it
to investigate Tim Larkin?

Why you asking me that?

Tim's business partner, Eric,

has been charged
with his murder.

Stark & Rowan reps Eric.

Riv, you know as well as anybody

that sometimes we have to get
creative in how we do our job.

I'm not exposing myself
to a criminal or civil

invasion of privacy action
by answering your question.

You just did,
by not answering it,

and no one's talking
about suing you.

Yeah. Not yet, anyway.

What did you find out about Tim?

He was banging
some hottie named Heather.

Oh...

look at the toys...
parabolic mics,

fiber-optic cameras.

You know, I wouldn't park this
on the street if I were you.

What else?
He was making more money

than he was reporting
to the IRS,

which ultimately is all my
client, his wife, cared about.

Where was he getting it?
I don't know.

My investigation was cut short.

I want to see your surveillance
footage on Tim Larkin.

You're not my client.
Phebe Larkin is.

I'll get her
to get it from you.

Go ahead.
You still won't get it.

Fine, Stark & Rowan
will subpoena you.

Refuse that, and they
will sue your ass.

That's what it always
comes down to.

Well, fine. Sue me.

You're going to have
to wait in line

behind that blood-sucking

queen of torment
who's my ex-wife.

See you in court.

Hey.

Hey, hey.

All the surveillance
footage from my cases

are in one computer file.

So?
So, it's all mixed up:

nanny cams,
the drone cams...

It's gonna take hours
for me to go through.

Oh, I got time.

This is the night Tim died.

Okay, and this was shot
with a toy helicopter?

Seriously?
Yup.

No more dancing around
at home in my underwear.

Let it go.

Oh, geez.

That's the last image of Tim.

Who's that?

Ah, some other case

Papke's working on.

Okay.

Now, this makes it look like
our client killed his partner.

I'm glad I don't work for
the D.A.'s office anymore.

Otherwise, I'd have to turn
this over to the other side.

You still may.

'Cause the other side's here.

Oh, great.

We have a court order

to get the drone footage
from Curran Papke.

Really? What, it takes, uh,
two of you to do this?

If we don't get it from
you, we'll get it from him.

Then why don't you?

'Cause we're not compelled
to turn over our discovery.

Well, we hoped you'd turn it
over as a matter of courtesy.

I heard you have it.

I'd like to save myself
a drive to the Bronx.

Make him a copy.

Bringing the muscle today.

Hello, Donovan.
David.

There may come a time

when we want something
from the prosecution.

You see?

That's why his name's
above the door.

So, in the spirit of sharing,
how did you

hear about
the surveillance footage?

'Cause DAs are required

to hand over all
of their discovery.

Papke brought a police
detective friend of his

up to speed who was
working on another case.

That detective then
informed my office.

What is this police
detective's name?

Ron Denault.

Pleasure doing business.

Nice to see you again,
Donovan.

You, too, David.
Thanks for the house call.

Okay, that
surveillance footage

not only gives them
probable cause, but...

you know, it might be
enough to convict Eric.

Then we'll have to find
a way to keep it out.

What's a
private investigator

doing conferring with
a police officer?

They've been known to swap tips.

Maybe the police know something
about this case that we don't.

Let's find out.
Talk to Detective Denault.

Find out what he and
Papke have in common.

Will do.

And I'm gonna talk to Eric,

see if he has
any more surprises for us.

All right, keep on it.

Riley invited herself
to my party.

Walk with me.

She could use some fun.

You know, maybe
it'll loosen her up a bit.

Jim will be there.

Uh-oh.

Wait, have they spoken
since they broke up?

My God, they only dated
two or three times... ish.

There was really
nothing to break up.

Except she really liked him.

Riley always says that guys
find her cold, right?

Well, look, some men
are into icy women.

She sure was into him.

You are not helping me.
Sorry, okay?

Not what you wanted
to hear, but...

He really likes me.

I really like him.

So what can we do?
All right.

Jim has to catch a red-eye
to London tomorrow,

so he can only stay
at the party until 9:30.

I was thinking maybe you
and Riley would come after...?

Okay, so I'll keep Riley
working till then.

We got a lot of work to do
on the Jenkins case anyway.

And that's all you're
getting for your birthday.

Okay?
Thank you.

A drone?

Yeah. It was pointed
at Tim's apartment window.

Is that legal?
We'll find out tomorrow.

I'm going to argue
that it's a violation

of your Fourth Amendment rights.

But you have got to be
more forthcoming with us.

I told you we got into
it from time to time.

Yeah, but what you
didn't tell me

was that it got physical
the night he died.

We just pushed each other
around a little bit.

Tim was my friend.
We were like brothers.

And sometimes it got physical,
but it didn't mean anything.

Believe me, my wife
and I want to know

who killed Tim.

Okay? This isn't just about me.

And why aren't the cops
focusing on whoever it was

that came in the back door
of Tim's building?

Because they think
that person is you.

They're wrong.

Nolan, I know this
doesn't look good.

But I'm innocent.

I swear.

A drone?

You got to be kidding me.

Detective Denault.

For about two more minutes,
then I'm off duty.

Hi.

We work for Stark & Rowan.
Oh, good.

talking to lawyers.

Come on.
Do I look like a lawyer?

You definitely do not.

You got about 90 seconds.

Well, I am a lawyer.
And ADA Van Pelt told us about

your conversation
with Curran Papke, Detective.

Mind if we ask you
how you know him?

I met him about ten years ago

when I spoke at a private
investigator seminar.

"The Truth and Lies About
Hacking and Monitoring""

You work in cyber crimes.

Why were you and Papke
even talking about Tim Larkin?

Did it involve
an investigation?

I can subpoena you.

Then you'll have a whole
bunch of quality time

with me
and my colleagues.

I met Papke for lunch
about three weeks ago.

When he told me he
was investigating

Tim Larkin's marital and
financial infidelities,

I mentioned that Larkin
was connected to a suspect

named Carter Gershan.

He specializes in
e-commerce scams

against large corporations.

Okay, how was Tim connected?

He was suspected of
being an arrow.

These guys who recruit
people to open

fake bank accounts
to funnel stolen money.

Arrows move large
amounts of cash.

Do you and Papke always help
each other out on your cases?

What do you think?

I hope you told Homicide
about Tim Larkin's hobby.

Of course I did.

But it's cyber crime, guys.

There aren't turf wars

and rivers of blood running
through the streets.

You know, when I
worked Major Crimes

and someone was killed,
you looked at the criminals.

This opens up a whole new
can of possible suspects,

with Carter Gershan right
at the top of the list.

Your Honor, it's
well-established

that the Fourth Amendment
protects citizens

from unreasonable
police surveillance,

not private citizen
surveillance.

And in this case, it is one
and the same, Your Honor.

Well, I would love for
the defense to expound.

Yes, you're going to have to do
better than that, counselor.

Well, I'd be happy to, if
people would let me finish.

And by people,
I don't mean you, Your Honor.

When Detective Denault
tipped Papke

to Tim Larkin's connection
with a suspected cyber criminal,

they essentially started
working together.

That means, Your Honor,

that Papke became
an agent of the police.

Therefore, for the
footage to be admissible,

the police would
need a warrant.

Since there was none,

the surveillance footage
should be inadmissible.

This is outrageous.

You asked me to expound.

For Papke to be a police agent,
Detective Denault

would have had to have sent him
to record Tim Larkin,

which he didn't.

What's more,
there is no question

that Papke violated
Tim Larkin's right of privacy

by peeking into his
seventh-floor apartment window

with a drone, Your Honor.

You make an interesting
argument, Mr. Adams, but I find

that Curran Papke was not acting
as a police agent

when he took the footage.

Therefore, the Fourth Amendment
does not apply.

The footage is admissible.

Yes, Your Honor.

What happened?

The footage is coming in

at the preliminary hearing
and at trial.

I don't think
the judge likes me.

There he is.

The one standing.

That's Carter Gershan?
Yup.

King to C1.

I would kill
to multitask like that.

I can't even text and
walk. C takes rook on D4.

Carter Gershan? Bishop to E3.

We want to ask you
about Tim Larkin.

Don't remember the name.

You play five
speed-chess games at once.

I think you can remember
the name of an associate.

Maybe I care more about chess.

Queen to D2.

Are you sure?

'Cause, uh, you just exposed
your bishop right there.

Bishop takes bishop.

Looks like we
broke your concentration.

Now, speaking hypothetically,
if, uh, Tim Larkin was involved

in one of your big-time
e-commerce scams,

you might have
wanted him dead

if he pissed you off
for some reason, right?

Really?
You got to do this here?

Hey!

We're not cops.

I'm a lawyer
for Eric Jenkins,

who's accused of murdering
one of your arrows.

What's that got to do with me?

Oh, let's see.

My client has no criminal record

and ran an honest business
with the victim.

He's accused of murder.
You served time

for tax fraud and used
the victim as a bagman.

And you're playing
chess in the park.

Yeah, there's something
karmically out of whack here.

Hypothetically, if I were
involved in such an enterprise,

I could make millions
with a keystroke.

No loss of money and no
hurt pride would be worth

killing someone over.

Maybe someone above
your pay grade wants

to send a message.

Did the police recover any money
from Tim's apartment?

No.

Then, hypothetically,
it disappeared.

Disappeared?

Tim was a good guy.
He wouldn't steal from me.

But it's possible
someone stole from him.

Someone stole your money
from Tim?

Yeah. Look for the thief, man.

And maybe next time...
a little more discreet.

You're gonna need
a lawyer soon.

I have a card.

Did he... he just
flip us the bird?

No, I think that
one's just for you.

I think... I think
it was for you.

Okay, so the killer walked
through the back door

of Tim's apartment building
at 4:25 in the morning.

The police canvassed the
building but got no leads,

which is why they
think it was Eric.

Right. What time did they canvass?

Around 8:00 a.m.

Okay, so whoever
was awake at 4:25

might not have
been awake then.

In my experience,
crimes committed at night

are usually solved
at night.

You know, if you were
more like Papke,

you'd have some lipstick cam

that could surveil
the entrance all night.

Cameras can't ask questions,
Martina.

Are we going on a stakeout?

I don't know if I'd call it
a stakeout, but...

Can I?

I guess, yeah.

Okay, okay, I got to
stop by my office.

I'll be downstairs.

Hey!

Oh, no. I forgot.

Cyndi.

That's right,
honey-- Cyndi.

Now, are you ready?

You don't really look

like you're dressed
appropriately.

Don't tell me.
You have to work late?

I'm going on a stakeout.

A stake...?

Okay, that sounds dangerous.

Is Riv going?

Riv will be with me.

Okay.

I feel bad for Cyndi,
but I'll tell her. I'll explain.

Ma, this is important.

I'm not exaggerating
when I tell you

that a man's life hangs
in the balance, okay?

Cyndi will understand us
not being at her birthday party.

Ma, you know how I, uh,
always tell you

not to get involved
in my business?

Yeah.

Well, tonight,
I'm asking for the opposite.

Excuse me.
I don't think we've met.

I'm Darlene Garretti,
Martina's mom.

Riley Prescott.
Nice to meet you.

Good to meet you. Her
office is right over there.

Oh, I know, I know.

We were planning on
going to Cyndi's party,

but now she can't make it.

Oh! My first year,
I missed a lot of parties.

But I'm gonna go for
about a half hour or so,

and come back to work.

I-I got to tell you
I just love that outfit.

Oh, thank you.

I mean, there's not a lot
of young professional women

who can pull off
smart and sexy.

You must have men falling
all over you, Riley.

You dating anyone now?

Not at the moment.

You see,
I cannot figure out

how you girls find any time
for anything outside of work.

Exactly.

You don't want to be a lawyer

in a long skirt
24 hours a day, right?

I guess not.

But who am I gonna
date, a male nurse?

Well, if he doesn't have
a problem being a male nurse,

why should you?

I was joking.

I wasn't.

Well, I'm gonna
get going, so...

Okay.
Don't stop because of me.

You're in my office.

Of course.

Let's... let's leave together.

International law,
that-that's your specialty?

Yes, but I practice
every kind of law here.

Oh. You know,
let me ask you something.

Have you ever been to France?

Been? Yes. I lived there.

Not me. Oh, no.
My husband holds a grudge.

Still calls them
"freedom fries."

Oh...

I'm gonna get going
to that party.

Okay, okay, I'm just gonna
come out and say this.

Riley, Cyndi is dating Jim.

And she's hoping that you
will come to the party

after he leaves, around 9:30.

Cyndi Vega is dating...
Jim Sweeney?

As in...
Your ex.

How do you know all this?

It doesn't matter.
Look, honey, what's important

is that we let Cyndi
have her night.

How long has this been going on?
Jim and...?

I don't know. I don't know.
But Cyndi is...

Is shaped like an hourglass
and very sweet.

So, you want to go
to this party later?

Hell, no.

I don't blame you.

Here's the thing--
you know,

I didn't come into this city

looking like this
to not be seen.

So, come on.

I'll buy you a drink.

You can tell me
all about France.

Come on.

Come on!

Nothing.

I always thought
it'd be cool to be a cop.

You know, the adrenaline,
the good fight.

My cop uncles seem happy.

Well, at least the ones
that don't drink too much.

Why'd you end up
leaving the force?

I wanted to get
into the private sector.

By choice?

A man of mystery, huh?

Makes me seem more interesting
than I really am.

Somehow, I don't believe that.

Okay, take me,
my life's an open book.

You can ask me anything.

Anything?

Yeah.

Sure. Who's that?

One of our
possible witnesses?

I'll bet it's our nurse.

Yeah.

Excuse me.

Hi. I'm Martina Garretti.

Hello.

I'm sorry to bother you.

I'm a lawyer for Eric Jenkins.

He's been charged
with killing Tim Larkin

a few nights ago
in this building.

I'm sorry.
I need to relieve my nanny.

Oh, you have kids?

Yeah, three.

Look, I understand, okay?

Single mom,
no time to chitchat.

How do you manage
with three?

Blood, sweat and tears,
mostly tears.

Yeah, my mom raised four,
mostly blood.

Okay, I got a minute.

Thank you.

Did you see anyone enter
through the back door at 4:25

the night of the murder?

Yes.

Who?
Me.

You?

Why'd you go
through the back door?

To avoid the
other doorman.

He's always hitting on me
when I work this shift.

And did you let anyone else in
behind you?

No.

Okay. Uh, thank you.

Okay. Well, nice meeting you.

Good night.

So the killer didn't go
through the front door

or the back door.

How'd he get in the building?
Where you going?

I'm looking into my
little bag of gadgets.

Psst!
What are we doing?

You just said the
killer didn't come

or go through
a door, right?

How about a window?

There we go.

There's a common
hallway inside.

You can get to Tim's apartment

through the stairs
or the elevator.

The killer would have risked
being seen

by whoever was on
the other side of that window.

If there was someone
on the other side.

Hold this.

You are a man of mystery.

What is it?

Our last hope.

Hi. Sorry to
disturb you, man, but...

we think that this workroom
may have been broken into.

Really? I don't think
I'm missing anything.

You may want
to look again.

You, uh... do you mind

if my friend here
just comes in,

dusts for some
fingerprints?

Sure, go ahead.

He won't be long.

Happy birthday.

Thank you.

I'm sorry

you didn't make it last night.

I got waylaid.

Riley, I only started dating Jim

after you broke up with him.

It was a mutual thing.

We ran... or talked
each other into the ground.

He was a nice and funny guy,
but I think

I'm done with attorneys
for a while.

Hmm, and I'm just
starting with them.

You could have told me--
I don't think there's a rule

about our exes being
off limits to one another.

I would pay a lot of money

to see you on a date
with just one of my exes.

You are going to be late
for your 10:00 depo,

and Stuart Ecklund's office

just called to confirm
your 2:30 meeting.

Thank you.

Mr. Papke, do you
recognize this footage?

Yeah, I took it
with a drone camera

outside of Tim Larkin's window.

And you remotely operate
this drone from a block away,

out of the view
of the apartment, right?

That's the idea--
this drone has a range

of about a quarter mile.

When was this footage taken?

This past Monday at...
3:12 in the morning.

Let the
record reflect that is

the morning that
Tim Larkin was killed.

And what's this last image
time-stamped 3:56 a.m.?

That was my next case

that night.

I was hired
by the singer's husband,

I followed her home
from her gig,

and I'm sorry,
all the footage

from my cameras
is downloaded onto one file.

It's okay. Your Honor?

I enter this footage
as People's Exhibit A.

So entered.

No further questions.

Mr. Papke,

how long
have you been

investigating Tim Larkin?

About four weeks.

Okay, and during
that time,

you learned about the new
apartment he'd rented

and the girlfriend
he had on the side?

Yes, I did.
Earlier,

you testified that
Detective Denault told you

that Tim Larkin
was suspected of being

a bagman for Carter Gershan.

Correct?
Yeah.

Okay, as a bagman,

would Mr. Larkin potentially
have a lot of money

around the house?

How would I know?

Have you ever been
inside Tim Larkin's apartment?

No. Okay, his apartment building?

Nope.
Okay.

On the night of the murder,
when you, uh, shot this footage,

did you notice Tim's car parked
in front of the building?

Yeah, I think it...
I think it was.

Okay, and after
you shot this and left,

did you go back to Tim Larkin's
apartment after your other

investigation with the singer,
sometime before 5:00 a.m.?

Hold on for a second--
I thought I was here

to authenticate the footage.
Isn't a fact that you did go back,

and at that point,
you saw that Tim's car was gone?

What? No!

Objection, Your Honor.
I never came back.

Asked and answered.
Sustained.

Let's take another look
at this footage.

Yeah.

There's a blip.

But...

if we go back frame...

...by frame.

Oops, too far.

We actually see what it is.

What is that, Mr. Papke?

I don't know... it's
a supply room or a work area.

I don't know what...
so what?

Mr. Adams is gonna
show you a photo

of the workroom inside
Tim Larkin's apartment building,

which is on
the first floor.

You testified that

you've never been inside
Tim Larkin's apartment building.

So how do you explain
police lifting

your fingerprints

from inside
this workroom?

I don't know.

At a little before 5:00 a.m.

on the night
Tim Larkin was killed,

you saw the light on
in this room, didn't you?

I said I wasn't there.

But to be sure
that no one was in it,

you drilled a small hole
in the windowsill

and placed a fiber-optic
camera inside, right?

That's the image we see
on the monitor right now,

isn't it, Mr. Papke?

Objection, Your Honor.
Mr. Papke has

not been charged
with anything.

A little leeway,
Your Honor,

and I will establish
that he should be.

Overruled.

I want to hear
where this is going.

You knew Tim was spending
half his time

at his girlfriend's place,
so on the night of the crime,

you went back
to Tim's apartment

after your other investigation
involving the singer.

You saw Tim's car was gone, and,

well, you figured
he was out, right?

What's happening here?

Can she do this?

You broke
into the workroom.

You went through
the common hallway

and up the stairs to
Tim Larkin's apartment

to look for the
hidden cash.

Only you were surprised to see

that Tim Larkin
was actually home.

Did a fight ensue
between you and Tim Larkin

at the top of the stairs?

I can take the Fifth, right?

You can.

Then I will change
the subject, Mr. Papke.

A day after Tim Larkin's death,
did you pay

sixth months
back child support

in cash to your ex-wife?

You used the money you stole
from Tim Larkin's apartment,

didn't you?

I assert my
Fifth Amendment right

to not incriminate
myself.

At this time, Your Honor,

I move to dismiss the charges
against Eric Jenkins.

No objection,
Your Honor.

I'm ordering
the court officer to hold

Mr. Papke
for questioning

in the murder of Timothy Larkin.

Your motion is granted.

Thank you.

I know it doesn't
bring Tim back, but...

No, but you brought justice
to both me and him.

Thank you. Go home
and enjoy your family.

Look who's smiling now.

They are.

♪ Oh, love, we can stand,
we can stand, we can stand ♪

♪ We can stand

♪ As long as we stand
in the thick of it ♪

♪ As long as we
stand in the thick of it ♪

♪ As long as we stand
in the thick of it ♪

♪ As long

♪ Oh, love, we can cry,
we can cry, we can cry ♪

♪ We can cry

♪ Yes, love, we can cry,
we can cry, we can cry ♪

♪ We can cry

♪ As long as we cry
in the think of it ♪

♪ As long as we
cry in the thick of it ♪

♪ As long as we cry
in the thick of it... ♪

Somebody gave away
my secret fishing hole.

Scotch just tastes better
in a place like this.

Salud.

My tab, my toast.

Now, I appreciate what everyone
did to make the day possible,

but this case was won
in the field.

I don't say it
often enough, Riv, but...

we wouldn't make rent
without you.

Now... I don't know
about that.

Thanks for my second chance.

Salud.
Salud, boss.

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