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Tonight, on The Center.

This guy's gonna report two million
dollars.

If this wasn't a freak accident, I wanna
know who did it and why.

If it was done deliberately, who stands
to benefit? Anybody ask you if you saw

me at the bridge this morning, what are
you gonna say?

I didn't see anything.

Do we have any witnesses on the crash?

I can show you where he hangs out.
Definitely an inside job.

Put your hands on the wheel where I can
see them!

In the jungles of Peru, the fight for
survival heightened his senses.

Now, Detective James Ellison is a
sentinel in the fight for justice.

Seeing before others see.

Sensing what others can't.

An ever -vigilant watchman in the war
against crime.

Don't feel sorry for yourself because
they don't seem to listen.

Caught up in their little games and
dangerous conversation.

You say that no one will understand.

I tell you that you need to open up and
believe,

believe.

Believe, believe.

Yo, look straight.

She's fly. Fly? Like, ooh.

Latina, man. Her name is Lorena.

You missed out.

Yeah. Hey, man, but the thing is going
to happen for me Friday night.

What?

Yo, man, can't you borrow the Ludo fuel,
man?

Man, all I get is a 20 -year lecture
about paying my own way.

Weak.

Hey, man, peep that.

Nah, there ain't no saying, man.

Some grandma's probably two days late in
the rent, and that dude's looking to

bust the legs.

Hey, so you gonna come over and play
fifth to death or what?

Man, I gotta go home and study for this
history test.

All right, kid.

I'm out. All right. Easy. Later.

You say that no one will understand.

How dare you ask me to open up and
believe

me?

What the hell happened?

Tire blew.

Oh,

man.

We got to get down there and recover
whenever we can.

We didn't look at them. We get eaten
alive.

When I open the bathroom door, I'm hit
with this noxious wave, this odor.

You know, my nose hairs start to curl,
my eyes water.

Well, obviously, we're going to have to
do some work on your senses.

Just use the air freshener, okay, Chief?

All available units respond to truck
accident with spilled cargo. Grand

at Holton Street overpass. Reports of
major disturbances in the area.

That's a few blocks from here.

Oh, my God, Jim, that's money.

Look at this.

Free -for -all.

Yeah, pennies from heaven.

Check out the armored car up on the
bridge.

Anybody hurt up there?

No, we're all okay.

You guys tell me what went on here.

Gentlemen, by any chance, could you tell
me what happened here? The detective

helps.

Yeah, I was in my store and I saw this
money raining down and people going

crazy. Neither one of you took any, I
guess. No, no, not us, officer.

So nobody actually witnessed the
accident?

One of the neighborhood kids.

He was right over there by the bridge.
Can you describe him?

He was a black kid, 16, 17, had on one
of them...

Jag sweatshirts, carrying a basketball,
around 5 '8". Sounds like that Watson

kid. His first name's Mark. Mark,
something like that.

Looks like they're going to report two
million stolen.

I wouldn't exactly say it was stolen.

What would you call it?

Look, I'm not condoning what happened
out there. All I'm saying is that some

people might look at the situation and
say, finders keepers, you know? I agree

in theory, and it's an interesting moral
dilemma, but bottom line, you take what

isn't yours, it's stealing.

I don't even know why we're involved.

This was all old money being taken out
of circulation.

$100 bills destined for the Federal
Reserve to be destroyed.

Maybe we should just start with the
possibility that it wasn't an accident.

If it was done deliberately, who stands
to benefit?

Quite a few people in South Town, for
one. So what are you going to do? Are

going to arrest the whole community?

Nobody's being arrested here, Sandberg.

The chief has set up a neighborhood
command post. We're working with the

the local churches, offering a week
-long amnesty period.

Anyone can turn in money, no questions
asked.

Guys, this is a fascinating experiment
in social behavioral science.

Jim, I want you to find out what's going
on.

If this wasn't a freak accident, I want
to know who did it and why.

Well, Westerberg was supposed to be on
the job, but I guess he called in sick.

Food poisoning, wasn't it?

Yeah, he ate something bad last night.

Yeah, so I got the late call, and I met
the truck here after these guys picked

up the load of money.

And you were in the back?

Yeah. Took a hell of a ride, I'll tell
you that.

Smashed in the guardrail, impact, pop
the door right open.

And you couldn't stop the money from
flying out?

Detective, it was all I could do to keep
myself from flying out.

Must have been pretty hairy.

Well, if any of you guys come up with
anything relevant, please don't hesitate

to give me a call.

Will do, Detective.

Marines, huh? Six years, discharge as a
sergeant.

I was Army Ranger myself.

Thanks, gentlemen.

You know, if I may ask one more
question, why didn't anybody make a move

recover the money?

Well, it's stuck up there on that
bridge.

Yeah, we couldn't exactly take on the
whole neighborhood.

Right.

We've passed out flyers all over the
neighborhood.

We've urged people to come forward.

We're pretty much looking at a response.

Has any money been turned in?

I'd say we're about as popular as the
ice concession on the Titanic.

Thanks. Let's go, Chief.

I have got to get Dr. Hatchford down
here.

Who's that?

He's the head of the sociology
department.

Someone has got to study what's going on
down here. What's to study?

With all that money literally falling
out of the sky, these people have

rationalized that it's rightfully
theirs.

And a good social scientist can peel
back the layers of the onion and find

truth at the core.

Look.

I'll give you the truth.

You peel back the union any way you
want, people are rationalizing if

not breaking the law.

Jim, take a look around you, man.

Do you blame them?

What's up, boy?

What's up,

boy?

Hi. John, rainy day here in Kentucky.

How you doing? I'm Detective Ellis.

Would you be Mark Watson?

Marcus. Oh, Marcus. I'm sorry. Some of
the merchants in the area said you might

have been the one to see the spill of
that armored car.

I didn't see anything.

Well, we got a witness that said that
you were right by the overpass there.

Well, actually, I was under it.

And I heard the crash.

Next thing I know, money starts falling
out the sky.

Did you grab any of it?

Give me a break, man.

Nice kicks you're wearing. They run you
about a hundred bucks?

It was a birthday present.

I wouldn't know.

Marks, you got an ID on you?

You live here, huh?

Yeah. It says your birthday was eight
months ago.

Took me that long to grow into it.

You know, some of the people that picked
up that money might think of it as a

gift from God, but in reality, it
belongs to the U .S. government.

Um, these aren't bad people around here,
Detective.

I'm not saying they aren't.

You lived around here.

All that money fell into your lap.

What would you do?

I'd like to think I'd do the right
thing.

If anything comes to mind, give me a
call, okay?

be a nice guy about this, Watson.

My patience is gone.

Well, so is mine.

And so is every tenant in this building.

Get on inside, son.

Now look, the damn boycott, over.

Kaput. Finished.

You and your people are going to start
paying your rent. Will you do something

about the roaches and the rats?

Fix the plumbing.

We expose electrical wires, the peeling
paint, and the falling plaster.

That's when this boycott will be over.
Look, you know if it was up to me that

I'd do anything I could. Who the hell is
it up to?

Who even owns this darn building?

All you gotta know is I'm here the first
of every month. Now here it is, the

10th, and I've got nothing to show for
the whole building.

I'll be back tomorrow, and I won't be
alone.

You and your fellow freeloaders, you pay
up, or you'll be sleeping on the

sidewalk.

At least the sidewalk isn't crawling
with vermin.

So you don't think there's going to be
some kind of muscle down here tomorrow

throw us out and we don't pay the rent?

Legally, they can't touch us.

They don't give a damn about the law,
man.

If you don't stand up for your rights,
people are going to walk all over you.

There's only one way people are walking
all over you, and that's money.

Appreciate your honesty.

Hey,

what's up? You hit the quick pick?

No, it's evidence from the spill.

What we recovered.

$7 ,200.

Do you have a $100 bill in your wallet?

What do I look like?

You look like the type of guy that would
carry around a CNO just to impress

women. Come on.

For your information...

It's for emergencies.

Emergencies? Earthquakes, floods,
stranded co -eds.

Why you gotta hurt me like that? You
bring it upon yourself.

Make sure I get that back.

This

money's

counterfeit.

Secret Service has been tracking this
stuff all over the Northwest for the

six months.

It's very high -quality work.

So are we assuming that all the money
that fell off the truck, that all of

counterfeit? Well, the evidence report
indicates the bills were recovered over

widely scattered area in South Town. I
mean, I'd say it's a pretty good bet

all phony. So if somebody steals the
real two million, substitutes with the

fake, stages an accident, spreads the
bogus money all over South Town, there's

good chance the switch will never be
discovered.

If the money's going to be destroyed
anyway, why go through all this trouble

staging this accident?

Because odds are the Treasury inspectors
would realize they were getting a load

of counterfeit dough for shredding.

What do you think? Inside job, Jim?

Allison.

Detective, this is Albert Lone.

I didn't want to say anything this
afternoon because I wasn't sure.

About what? Well, after you left here, I
called Harry Westerberg, the guard with

the food poisoning.

Well, it turns out that Westerberg had
dinner last night with Dwight Marshall,

the driver.

What are you saying? You think Marshall
did something to his food?

Yeah, I think so.

There's some other things, too.

Mr. Lone, do you think we could speak in
person somewhere?

Yeah, sure.

I'm still at work. I'll be there in 20
minutes.

It's definitely an inside job.

How you doing tonight?

You buying something?

Look, uh...

I need to talk to someone.

The payphone's outside.

Burt Unger.

You see his name on my mailbox?

Look, Mr. Kamali, everybody knows he
hangs out down here.

Sorry, kid, you're not buying. Head on
out.

Yo, uh, isn't this where my friend Serge
purchases all his licorice, huh?

Yeah, my 17 -year -old friend.

A boyfriend made.

Let's go. Everybody pay up. Come on.

Pay up.

There you go. Come on.

You too, my friend. Thank you. Thank you
very much.

Gee, I hope there's no street hundreds
in here.

Hey, Bert. Here's your visitor.

What do you want?

Came to pay you the rent money we owe
you.

Now leave us alone.

Hang on to it.

You can burn it to keep warm when you're
sleeping on the sidewalk.

What's the problem?

I pay the rent. My dad paid the rent.

The dipper's doing me.

You find the money on the street this
morning?

Hey, dumb schmuck.

Ain't you heard? It's all over the news.
The money from that truck is fake.

This stuff ain't real?

Yes.

It ain't real.

Come here, kid.

Anybody asks you if you saw me at the
bridge this morning, what are you going

say?

I didn't see anything.

Smart boy.

Now, you stick to that story, or things
are going to be a whole lot worse for

you and your old man of getting thrown
out of that rat hole.

Get him out of here.

Remember, you didn't see nothing here.

How the hell do you think the cops
figured out the scam so quick?

Beats me. We had our bases covered.

All I got to say is Jones better come up
with our share.

You tell him we're not waiting six
weeks. We want our share now.

You don't got to be so damn polite.

As long as he's holding the money, I do.

Esther Street.

Isn't that South Town?

Dude's calling the shots.

Thanks for coming out on a Friday night.

Albert Lone said he'd meet me here. I
see his car parked outside, but no sign

him. I checked out the door. It was
locked.

It's no problem. I just hope
everything's okay.

Mind if I take a look around?

Go right ahead.

I got the lights. All right. Thank you.

What's up? You on to something?

Cordite.

And blood.

The cause of death was a bullet to the
heart.

He also took a bit of a beating before
he was shot.

Anything on that body pointer who did
it? Nothing definitive.

We'll see what the autopsy turns up.

Man, this let me go nice and peacefully
in my sleep.

Hold on a second. Sorry.

You find something?

No, sorry.

There's nothing.

Can I just see outside for a second?

Thanks very much, sir. I appreciate it.

What was it?

There's an impression on the skin right
where it's hit, like from a ring.

Well, could you make out what it was?

Yeah, it's a Marine Corps insignia, just
like the one Marshall was wearing.

Set it right down here.

That's nice.

We collected some residual material off
the armored truck tire, but it'll be...

Another 24 hours before the test results
are final?

Thanks. I just wanted to take a look at
it.

Knock yourself out, detective.

Oh, hey, Jim. You know what I just
realized? You never gave me back my

bucks.

Got logged in with the evidence,
probably.

Wait a minute. I'm sorry. Probably what?

It's all on its way down to Washington
to the Secret Service.

Oh, Jim.

Just don't worry about it. The
department will make good on it. They

good on it.

A hundred bucks is lost in some
bureaucratic abyss. That's okay.

What are you looking for?

Whatever blew out this tire.

It's petroleum jelly.

What? That's weird.

I didn't realize copper

wire was a common component in the
average truck tire.

You think there was some kind of charge?

Triggered remotely.

Why wouldn't they just set it off from
inside the truck?

Well, they could have, but that would
mean they'd have to dispose of a

triggering device.

Jim, we came up empty.

We had stakeouts at their houses all
night.

APBs out on both of them.

Marshall and Trout have vanished.

Well, you think they'd kill their co
-worker and stick around?

Any chance these guys pulled the armored
truck job on their own?

I doubt it. Those clowns aren't sharp
enough.

Then who else are we looking for?

Whoever came up with the counterfeit
dough and the plan to get rid of it, I

don't know, Chief.

What do you got?

Do we have any witnesses on the crash?

Well, we got a potential, but he's not
talking.

Use some of that Ellison charm.

Get him to talk.

I'm too talking.

I'm too messing around.

You tell everyone in the building that
the rent is past due.

If I don't get it today, they're out of
here.

I've told you all conditions.

Your condition is going to be critical
unless you pay up.

Is there a problem here?

What the hell are you?

I'm Detective Ellison.

Are you a landlord?

More or less.

Well, more or less.

I think you better watch what you say to
these people.

I don't want to hear of any trouble.

Thanks for the advice.

By the way, we'll be calling in an extra
patrol around the building for the next

few days.

Good for you.

Thank you, detective.

So I should get him a muzzle.

Are you Marcus Watson's father?

Yes, I am. But he's not here.

I just wanted to ask him a few
questions.

We think he might be a witness in the
armored car crash.

All right, come in.

A lot of people down here think the cops
are scamming them.

Saying the money's counterfeit to get
them to turn it in.

I'm sure the rumors are flying.

Do you know if Marcus by any chance
brought any money home?

No, he's a good kid, detective.

I'm not doubting that, Mr. Watson.

But in the excitement of it all, I would
imagine a lot of good people might have

picked up the money without thinking
about it.

I suppose if he was right, then Marcus
could have grabbed some.

But he never even told me that he was
there.

I don't envy your position here, Mr.
Watson. I mean, having to raise a

all by yourself?

Sometimes it seems as if everything is
working against you.

You must have a lot on your plate, sir.

I'd like to speak to your son, though.

Please give him my card when you see
him. I appreciate it. Well, you bet I'll

talking to him.

I want to know what the hell that boy's
been up to.

When 26 has to be, Jones' guy better
show up.

See if you can open it.

Well, this guy likes to keep his
identity a secret. Maybe he just left

for us to pick up, huh?

We got a positive ID on the victim.

Guy's name was a Dwight Marshall, and
the other one is a Donald Prout.

Yup. There go your murder suspects.

What's left of the body? Nothing left at
all.

I will double -check with Dental about
that.

Sure.

You said there was crazy petroleum
jelly?

Yeah, an evident copper wire.

You know, it sounds like a potassium
chloride device.

All you have to do is add the chemical
with the jelly, set it off an electrical

charge. That's more than enough to blow
out a tire.

You're saying this charge could have
been detonated with a remote triggering

device? Absolutely.

What caused this? A bomb?

No, it's simpler than that.

A valve was left open.

Probably filled with gas.

Something set it off and bang.

Two dead bodies and a hell of a mess.

Any idea what set it off?

No, not at all. Not yet.

The chicken.

Whoa.

That's a fresh one too, huh? Captain
Tiger. Yeah. Don't know if the building

here. Okay. I'll see you guys
downstairs.

All right.

Man.

Smells like a big burnt match in here.

It's because it's toast in here.

I don't know. It's something distinct.

Cosmos.

Sulfur.

Yeah, it's coming from over here.

It's covered with this stuff.

Chief, let me have your Swiss Army
knife.

It's something waxy, too, like paraffin.

You just described the head of a map,
man.

This is the bottom of the door here.

This is the hinge side.

So when the door opened up, maybe there
was a sulfur preparation of some sort in

the bottom of the door that would
correspond to a striking surface on the

Sandpaper.

Yeah, Marshall and Trout were probably
told to come here. The gas was left on.

They opened the door.

Say goodnight.

There's your match.

This way.

My guess is that we find out who killed
Trout and Marshall.

We're gonna find the real two million,
huh?

Hey, Jim.

See you at the car. All right, man.

This is Adam Latham. He owns the
building.

Detective Ellison.

Captain Tiger didn't have any
information on the victims.

Positive identification would take a
couple of days.

Besides yourself, Mr. Latham, who else
had access to the building here?

Well, technically no one, but I'm afraid
I've seen this kind of thing before.

Transients, junkies, they become
squatters, open up the gas lines for

and heat, and, well, you see what can
happen.

And what's the status of the building?

It's scheduled for demolition.

We're going to build some livable,
affordable housing for these people down

here. Slowly but surely, we're trying to
renew the neighborhood.

Mr. Latham, if I have any other
questions... Captain Taggart has my

I guess the goon squad ain't got here
yet, huh?

Marcus. Dad.

Why don't you just pay the man?

I mean, face him.

They got us.

Detective Ellison was here.

He wants to talk to you about that
armored truck crash.

I already talked to him.

And I told him just what I'm going to
tell you.

I didn't see a thing.

I was dusting your room.

I found this in your dictionary.

Now I know you're not going to be
bugging over that, are you?

You bet you're narrow behind, I am.

Well, then you're tripping over a whole
bunch of nothing. Or haven't you heard?

I don't care.

I don't care if this is as fake as the
bee you tried to forge in your report

card. You took something that isn't
yours.

The police are asking for it back.

You think I'm going to be fooled enough
to turn that in?

Dad, Serge said if I turn the money back
in, the police will just think I stole

it and they'll just arrest me. Serge is
an idiot.

And even if it were true, you are going
to have to deal with it. Because I'm not

raising you to be a lowlife and a good
-for -nothing like the people on the

streets around here. Do you understand
me?

Yes, sir.

And while we're at it...

These are going back.

Nothing's been turned in.

Rumors are flying out on the street.

They bring it in, we'll bust them. Or
we're lying and the money is real.

Or the whole thing is some sort of
government plot to make the community

bad. And the conspiracy theories have
begun.

Yeah.

Mr. Watts.

Marcus. Detective.

You were right.

Marcus does have something that doesn't
belong to him.

Here.

Great, thank you.

Appreciate that, Marcus.

I really do.

Well, so that's it?

You're not going to bust me?

No, I would like to ask you some
questions. I told you already, man. I

know anything.

Marcus, this isn't just about the money
anymore.

The three guys that were in the armored
truck, they're dead. No, they're not

just dead. They were murdered.

So help me out here.

I can't help you. You'll kill me, Dad.

You too.

Nobody's going to get hurt here. Can you
guarantee that? I can guarantee you

that we're going to do the best that we
can to protect you.

Look, son.

If you can help put a murderer behind
bars... Believe me, Dad.

You said there's some good people around
here.

Yesterday. You remember that?

Yeah, I remember.

Well, I got a feeling I'm looking at one
of them.

So you got my card.

Detective Ellison.

What a block I saw up the street. I saw
a guy looking over the overpass

with binoculars.

Black Chrysler?

Bird hunger.

I can show you where he hangs out.

You go find Billy McCoy.

You tell them we got a building to
evict.

And make sure they're packing.

There's a car.

And he's in it.

Put your hands on the wheel right there.

Gonna get you to the hospital. No, let's
just go. Come on.

This is Dayton 152. It's all patrol
units.

I need the ATV on a black Chrysler with
gold rear blasting headed eastbound at

42nd Street.

Let's go. Let's go.

Man, I don't know what's worse, walking
around with you or getting whacked with

that car. Will you watch where you're
going?

Hey! You feeling all right?

I feel like I spent the night in an
industrial dryer, sir.

Well, while you were busy enjoying
yourself being x -rayed and scared, we

managed to make some real progress on
the case. Did you manage to catch

No, but we were able to access his bank
accounts.

This paycheck was just deposited.

Wait a minute.

Unger worked for Elmwood Property
Corporation?

Oh, easy, Chief.

Come on.

There's no company address, just a P .O.
box.

We managed to trace that P .O. box to a
Catherine Maris, Chestnut Hills address.

Is that name supposed to mean something?

Not until you realize that it is the
maiden name of Adam Latham's wife.

The guy who runs those tenements in
South Town? Yes, including the building

where Trout and Marshall were killed. So
you think Latham's behind the theft of

the two million?

Not until a routine check of court
proceedings that he may be involved in

up this.

The IRS just nailed Latham for a million
and a half in back taxes.

Wow.

No wonder Latham's in bad financial
straits.

Yeah, no kidding.

Fixed property of his we checked on.
Three of them look like they haven't had

tenant in years.

The ones that we did weren't fit for
human occupancy.

Jim, you should be at home in bed, man.

I may walk like Walter Brennan here,
Chief, but duty calls.

Smells like printer's ink.

What?

I've never used one of these things
before. What is that?

Oh, come on. That only works in the
movies, man.

Whoa. That'll be a smartass, huh? Then
look, I'm no legal expert here, but I

don't think we can just walk right in
here, can we? Captain gave us a warrant.

Gives us permission to get on any of
Latham's properties.

Well, let's go.

That smell is coming from over here
somewhere.

You don't smell that.

No.

Would you take a look at this?

Looks like Latham wasn't only a money
grubber, he was a money maker.

Thanks.

Is that everything we need?

Yeah, thank you. You'll buy it?

Oh, uh, my old man sent me down here to
get some food.

Before I forget, Simon requisitioned
that $100 reimbursement for you. You're

right. That was quick, man.

Wait.

Man, but just look at this.

What? Well, it's $520.

So take it back to a bank and have it
changed for a $100 bill. So the point

Jim, I gave you guys $100. I want to be
reimbursed with a $100 bill.

You're kidding.

You're like a little kid with a security
blanket with this thing.

Ellison. Yo, yo, this is Marcus Watson.
Look, I just saw Burt Unger at the

Matlion store. Now, if you hurry, you'll
catch him. Marcus, where are you

calling from? Look, I'm just out hanging
out.

Somebody's got him.

Hold on.

In the car.

Move!

Give me your wallet.

Hurry up!

So who are you talking to out there,
hmm?

You're talking to the cop.

Marcus Jerome Watson.

You live in the building I owned on
23rd.

So you just slumlord.

If you don't like it.

Watson.

Your father's the one causing all the
trouble over there.

What the hell's a kid doing here?

If we run into any resistance, a hostage
could give us some leverage.

Come on, kill him. Let's go.

I'd pay you to do that kind of work.

Now keep him covered.

Put your hands behind your back.

The other guy's getting away. All right,
we'll take care of him. Put your hands

behind your back.

Close that door.

He's getting away. All right. Call for
backup.

Keep him against the car.

That's good.

Would you like to grab a brush?

You want paint every other place than
where it should go?

What's going on here?

Oh, the owner's death.

The building fell into receivership.

The mayor needs to score some inner city
points, so he sells the building to the

tenants for a dollar.

Nice. And all the money you're saving in
rent, you get to put towards making

yourselves a decent place to live.

It's great. Look at the community coming
together.

It's great.

Marcus. Hey, what's up, man?

I have some good news.

That chump, Bert Unger, he's decided to
cop a guilty plea, and you're not going

to have to testify.

Now, y 'all know I would have did it if
I had to, right?

I never had my doubts.

So, now that you believe me, I think
there's a couple of righteous people in

South Town.

I can see there's quite a few.

Thanks, man.

You know, I was thinking, since you're
going to get your diploma, you might

to consider the police academy.

Uh -uh.

I mean, y 'all hassle too many punk -ass
fools for me.

You got a point. I'll see you around.

All right.

Later.

You know... Hey, are you still hurting
from the accident?

No, no, no. I got a splinter in my foot
from that wood you scattered all over

the bathroom floor.

Tim, that's red cedar. It's a natural
deodorizer. I got three words for you,

Chief. Use the spray.