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Good night.

Here's that big left hook. We are on our
way. Nothing can stop us now. One of

the bills that Roy gave me in the locker
room after the fight was counterfeit.

He killed him, right?

I'm not going to jail. You understand?

Zach, come on. Put it down.

Come on. Come on, Jim. Get out of here.
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 war against crime.

I'm telling you, I think he's holding
back his left hook.

You know what? I never thought you'd
know a left hook from a left over. Come

I'm a huge Fugilist fan.

Roy and I go way back.

Let's swing.

really took it to him, man. You were
beautiful.

Yeah, Rockwood. It was kind of quick,
you know. I just hope the fans got what

they wanted. Well, the fans come to see
you. Sweet Roy, you always deliver.

Thank you. Yeah.

Hey, man.

What's up, man? How you doing? Good.
Good to see you. How you been?

I've been great. I've been great. Thanks
a lot for the seats, man. That was

incredible. It was great. No problem at
all, man. It's me doing my thing. Yeah,

well, your thing won me 20 bucks off of
this fool.

Sweet Roy Williams, this is Jim Ellison.
How you doing, Jim?

Nice to meet you, man. Nice to meet you,
too, Roy. Good fight. I could have told

you. Never bet against me. Well, you
know, I figured you'd take him. I just

couldn't see it in the early rounds like
that. It was a terrific fight.

Now, how'd you guys hook up?

Uh, street fight.

A street fight? Yeah, I was over in
Lynnhurst trying to buy this car.

And you know how Lynnhurst is. Gang of
white guys came up on me.

Figured I was out of place, so they'd
whip up on me a little bit. And they

doing just that until this guy showed
up. Well, it wasn't really like that. I

just kind of went over there. I was
trying to talk everybody down, you know?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. But when that fell, he
took a break.

Threw it through the French's store
window, and it was on from there.

You know, to create a diversion, set the
alarm off, get the cops there. And if I

remember correctly, both of us ended up
getting our asses kicked waiting for

him. Sounds like you guys had a busy
day. You got hauled in?

Actually, no, the store owner was pretty
cool. We talked to him, and he didn't

press charges, but he still charged me
400 bucks for the window.

What's your matter?

Break through the window.

The only thing I can think of. Be
creative, Chief.

Hey, y 'all brother.

What's this, man?

My half of the store window.

I really appreciate you being up for me
when I needed you, man.

Hey, Roy, get a move on. We got a party
to get to.

Okay, okay, okay.

Hey, look, we got a party going on
tonight at the club. Once you guys stop

can leave your name at the door. All you
have to do is come there and tell them

who you are and they'll let you right
in. Sounds great. All right, man. We'll

there. Good to see you, man. Good to
meet you, too, Joe. Thanks, Roy. From

on, don't forget.

All right, man.

Very good.

Here you go, ma 'am. Thank you, thank
you, thank you.

Here you go, little brother.

Here you go, sweetie.

Here's to that big left hook. We are on
our way. Nothing can stop us now.

All right.

That's what we sweat for, man. Come on,
drink up.

What?

What's wrong?

Oh, yeah? Really? All right.

What the hell?

What's up, man?

How you doing, man? So glad you guys
could make it. So glad you could make

Wouldn't miss it. Wouldn't miss it.
Look, best bar, buffet in the back. A

gorgeous women. Enjoy yourselves, man. I
will. But don't get back with you late

on tonight. Don't let it be two damn
years before I see you again. I won't. I

promise. All right, you take it easy.

Thanks, man. Promise? No.

He's a great guy.

Who'd figure you with him? I know. All
right, what do you say?

Buffet. Good. I'll meet you there. All
right.

Look, let me have my promote.

Mr. Carlin, how are you?

Roy, you were spectacular.

Thank you.

My dear fellow, I've seen every one of
your fights and I had no idea your left

was so impressive.

Yeah, it can be quite dangerous at
times. You could be the greatest ever.

Well, I think that was Muhammad Ali, but
thanks for the compliment anyway. And

thank you for setting this place up
tonight for this party. My dear chap,

pleasure is mine.

Take care of yourself. It's nice meeting
you all.

So is it true? I want to know. No, it
isn't.

Yeah, well, I won't believe you.

Jamie.

Jamie.

Jamie, hey, it's Blair Sandberg.
Remember me?

Hi, I'm Sherita Bailey.

Hi, Sherita. Nice to meet you. Blair.

I'm sorry. Did I interrupt something?

No.

Jamie, we'll talk later, okay?

Nice meeting you. Nice meeting you, too.
Okay. Take care.

You know, what's up? How you been?

Yeah, I remember you, man.

You know that rich white dude that came
around slumming with my brother back in

the day, right?

Well, you got the white part right,
yeah.

You're serious. What's up with the
attitude?

Enjoy the party.

Come on, let's go.

Look,

look, lookie here.

Hey.

Oh, sweet.

Roy Williams.

Boy, you sure whooped up on my father
tonight.

Yeah, I'll tell you what else I'll say.
It was nothing personal, and I hope

everything's all right with him.

I will, Roy, but I think that you and I
ought to have us a little talk.

I already have a handler, Mr. Atlas.

Mr. Atlas knows people that rock dust.

Yeah, but two years ago when I signed
Rock instead of you, you put the word

that I was a nothing punk and you even
fixed the way I couldn't get fights. I'm

not with that. I was wrong.

I was wrong, Roy.

Give me a shot. I can make you millions,
Roy.

I'd rather starve.

Sweet.

I'd be careful what bridges I burn.

I mean, you don't want to mess with that
bright future.

Is that supposed to be a threat?

You think I'm some kind of nothing shop
or something that you can just throw

your weight around on? Roy, Roy, Roy.
We're talking here. We're talking.

I was just talking.

Hey,

who?

Whoa, yeah, yeah, yeah.

What's up, Tiger?

I don't know, man. That fight last night
must have touched something primal in

me. I had this dream last night that I
was a boxer.

You? Huh? Involved in the sweet science?
I have a hard time picturing that. I

mean, the flowing silk robes and those
goofy shorts, I can see. But I thought

you were a lover, not a fighter.

Yeah, you're right.

It was fun for a little while, though,
you know.

Although the Maoris, they used to stage
hand -to -hand fights to purge their

warriors of evil to purify themselves
for sexual encounters.

You got a particular female in mind?

No, not at all. But it's always good to
be prepared, you know. Yeah, Alison.

Uh -huh. Where?

You're down ten minutes.

Let's go, Chief.

Watch out for that left foot here.

The lowest guy found the body in the
culvert this morning.

We haven't ID'd him yet.

Chief,

I'm sorry.

We got a journey down here.

We're going to find out who did it,
Jamie.

I promise.

Sorry to have to ask you questions at a
time like this, but we're going to need

your help if we're going to find your
brother's killer.

Now, is there anyone that you can think
of that your brother's squared off with

outside of the ring lately?

They all wanted a piece of him, man.

Damn bloodsuckers.

Every last one of them. Anybody in
particular?

Yeah.

Billy Atkins.

Hey, um, if there's anything you need,
you know. Look, the only thing I need is

my brother, man.

And he ain't ever coming back.

Come on.

Jack. Yeah.

Blair, I heard about your friend. I'm
sorry.

If there's anything I can do to help.

Thanks.

Let's just go get the killer.

What do we have so far, James?

We've established that Williams was
killed somewhere and placed in that

where we found him. He died from the
single blunt force trauma to the head.

Skull tissue scrapings reveal a fragment
of ivory.

Which means? Which means Billy Alice.

And everybody knows that this clown has
an ivory -handled cane?

It's somewhat circumstantial, Captain.

Atlas and Roy got into it the other
night at the party.

Ellis wanted to get his hooks into Roy.
Roy stood over my dead body, and guess

what? Slow down, Sandberg. What do you
mean, slow down? Why don't we just go

pick this guy up? Because that's not the
way it's done, okay?

I seem to remember Roy had some run -in
with the law.

That's correct, sir. Mostly juvenile
offenses, street fights, that sort of

thing. That was a long time ago. Perhaps
his past is catching up with him. Or

perhaps you both are blaming the victim
here. We're just trying to cover all the

angles here, Chief. Well, those angles
suck, Jim.

Sandberg, would you wait outside,
please?

Please.

What's wrong with the kid?

I've never seen him so cranked up.

I'm sorry, Captain.

I'll talk to him.

Keep him in line.

If he can't, I may have to pull his
credentials on this one.

Yes, sir.

Understood.

Appreciate you coming down here, Mr.
Allen, and taking your time. Yeah, so

not waste any more of it, all right?

Things got a little testy between me and
Sweet, but I had no reason to kill him.

I wanted to make money off the boy.

I mean, a lot of money. Besides, I have
an alibi for Tuesday night.

And I do mean all night.

You sure it's Tuesday night you need an
alibi for? Hell no.

But I figure if a star athlete gets beat
to death and thrown in the aqueduct,

it's not going to happen in the light of
day.

Now, Izzy, why don't you just give my
girlfriend a call?

Kumiku Watanabe.

She's in the phone book, and she can
vouch for me.

I notice you're not using your cane.

I lost it at the party.

It's a strange coincidence, huh?

But when you find it, do you mind
submitting it for some tests?

With absolute assuredness, my brother.

But I think you ought to be looking at
someone a little closer to home.

Such as? Such as Brother Jamie. Oh, my
ass. What are you talking about? I mean,

after their parents died, we were
practically raised him. Gave him a job,

him a life, gave him shelter. And Jamie
resented the hell out of him for it,

man. He was tired of living in his older
brother's shadow.

And then, of course, there's the lovely
Sherita.

Meaning what?

Meaning where I hear it.

The Williams brothers shared a lot more
than just their name, if you know what I

mean. Come on.

Excuse me.

Yeah, sure, man.

Yo, take your time.

Yo, I got all day.

Safe. Now, there is no way anything was
going on between Roy and Sherita. You

know, I caught a little eye play between
them at the party the other night. No,

he would never do that to his brother,
ever.

I know how you feel about Roy, but you
gotta remain objective here.

I'm trying to, Jim. I'm trying to. It's
just that I'm so damn mad, you know?

I mean, all that time we're going up,
he's gotten all these fights, and

believing in him, and finally things
start to happen for him, and then this.

I hear what you're saying, but you got
to keep your emotions in check.

You let your anger run away with you.
You got no business being on the case.

You hear what I'm saying?

Just stay up. Get on your toes now.

I'm going to get you. Stay on your toes.

Come on, Jeff.

Jeff. Dr. Trump. Come on, Tyson. Get a
ride.

Come on.

Get off of there. Get off of there.

Hey,

come on.

Take five.

You're dropping your left.

You're dropping your left. Hey, Rock.

I'm Detective Austin. Where's Sandberg?

We were at Roy's last fight. I remember
you guys from the other night. I'd like

to help you find Roy's killer, but I
already gave a statement.

Is Jamie Williams around anywhere?

Yeah.

Jamie.

Is that boy with you?

Is there someplace we can go and talk?

Right here is cool, but make it quick,
because I told Rock to help him work out

this guy.

Jamie, I don't really know how to go
about this, so...

Here, Coach.

How close were Roy and Sherita?

Roy was the man, all right.

And whatever he wanted, he got.

Including my woman.

And it was nothing me or nobody else
could do about it. Were you saying that

they were involved with each other? What
do you want me to do, draw you a

picture, man?

You left her a fact?

Look, I saw the way they acted around
each other, all right? The looks, the

whispers. I'm not stupid.

You guys done?

Just one more thing. I was wondering if
I could take a look at your car.

Do I have a choice?

I don't get it, Jim. What are we looking
for?

Well, think about it.

Roy's body was moved after he was
killed, right?

And they were brothers.

Can't an able ring a bell?

Jamie's brother was taking care of
business with his girlfriend.

I'd say that's motive enough.

I don't care what Jamie says. I don't
buy it. Maybe you don't, but I think

did.

What do you got? Looks like blood.

Hey, man.

Hey.

Trying to get a hold of you all
afternoon.

Yeah, well... I turned my phone off.

I needed to clear my head, you know.

Something I think you should know.

We got the preliminary tests back from
the blood we found in the back of

car. Uh -huh.

That was Roy's.

Damn it.

I gotta get out of here.

Why don't we grab a bite to eat, huh? My
treat.

I appreciate that, Jim, but I gotta be
alone, you know?

Can you get the candles for me?

Chief, it's 2 o 'clock in the morning.
What's going on?

I know, I'm sorry, but I hate to do this
to you. Do you mind coming to pick me

up? Where are you?

Well, actually, I'm being detained at
the federal building.

What the hell happened? I said something
about counterfeit bills.

Sorry for detaining Mr.

Sandberg, Captain. We didn't realize he
was one of yours.

Didn't think you boys would go to such
trouble over a $100 bill.

Is there some new policy I'm not aware
of?

Yeah, when it comes to one of these.

It's a fair printing job.

A pro might be able to spot the
imperfections, but your average John

wouldn't. So what's so special about
this one?

Most counterfeit currency is made on
rice paper, but that one's made on 100 %

cotton rag.

I thought only the U .S. government
could get that.

Yeah, well, so did we.

What we're looking at here are average
counterfeit bills.

Printed on real paper.

So, where does this cotton ride come
from? Only one place in the world.

Paper Corporation in Michigan.

Perhaps we ought to give Strand a call,
see if we can get an employee list.

The counterfeiting is a federal problem,
Captain.

Is that how you want to play this, O
'Hara?

I thought this would be more of a joint
investigation.

I'm sorry, but we prefer to work alone.

Now, Mr.

Sandberg, can you remember where you got
this bill?

Uh, yeah.

It might have been down in Chinatown.

I ate a lot of dim sum or could have
been at that new mall in the marina I

shopping the other day. Right. Well, if
you think of anything else, would you be

sure to give us a call? Absolutely.

Thanks. Good day, gentlemen.

All righty.

Nice bit of footwork there, Chief.

Footwork? Am I missing something here?

Samberg got that bill from Sweet Roy.

One of the bills that Roy gave me in the
locker room after the fight was

counterfeit. So what you telling me for?
Well, since the blood we found in the

trunk of your car is a perfect match for
your brother's, the DA's pretty close

to pinning a murder rap on you.

Wait, wait, hold up, man. What about
Atlas?

I mean, everybody knows he had it in for
my brother.

Atlas has an alibi.

Something which you're lacking at this
point.

The counterfeit money brings up a whole
new line of investigation, which Jim

used to buy you a little time with the
DA. So why don't you return the favor

just tell us what you know. I don't know
nothing.

Jamie, can you think of any reason why
Roy might have gotten involved in the

counterfeiting? I mean, was he unhappy
with the way his career was progressing?

Did he need extra cash or anything?

No, my brother worked too hard to get
where he was.

No way he messed around with fake money.

You sure about that?

Not sure about anything anymore.

Let's just have a word, Brock.

What do you sweat in the fine print for?
It's just a standard contract.

You get to keep half of everything you
earn after expenses for life.

Yanny out.

Go grab a Coke. Think about it.

Do you mind if we talk alone?

Me and Colin have got no secrets. We're
partners.

All right.

Before Roy died, he passed a counterfeit
$100 bill. We think it might be

connected to his murder.

Give me a break.

Roy was straight as an arrow.

Well, maybe you could keep your eyes
open.

We think the bill might have passed
through here.

It won't be very hard to spot.

They're not very good.

Okay, if one turns up, I'll let you
know.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got a
fighter to sign.

Tiger, get in here.

Thank you.

I don't get it, man.

Jim used to be such a great guy. What do
you make of it? There you go.

Well, when I mentioned the funny money,
I heard his paltry do a tap dance.

Well, it's just working out.

We're lying.

You know what I don't get? It's the
blood in Jamie's car.

I mean, they used to be sparring
partners, Jamie and Roy. I mean,

blood have been on a towel or on some of
the boxing clothes?

Possible. It's not part of being a cop.
It's keeping an open mind.

My mind is open, Chief.

I just hope yours is.

So what?

For the possibility that Jamie is the
killer.

Allison. Lieutenant Saunders, I just got
a report of an explosion behind the

alley at Rock's Gym. It could be
nothing, but maybe you ought to check it

All right.

We're heading over there. Let's go.

This is me.

Okay.

What have we here?

Paper?

This feels like money.

What the hell are you doing here?

Cops say I'm going down for boy's
murder.

You're just messing with your head, man.

Who killed him, Rock?

Was it you? Don't be stupid.

Because he found out what was going on?

Get your hands off of me. He killed him,
right?

You better tell me.

Now look, kid.

You've got to keep it together.

Go up to my place in the mountain.

Take your girl.

Get off. Get drunk.

It's been a tough week.

What are you saying?

Not till I find out the truth.

Forensics confirmed the ash was 100 %
cotton rag.

It's my guess that someone was trying to
burn counterfeit money.

Why would they want to burn counterfeit
money?

Well, bad counterfeit money, sir. That's
the information that we had just given

Rock Coleman before the fire started.

And how did we connect up with Oldman?
Well, we traced ownership of the

that burned to a shelter company that he
owned.

The building was thought to be abandoned
and up for sale, but in actuality, it

was fortified for extra security.

So why does a successful sports promoter
suddenly turn to dealing with

counterfeit money? We did a little
checking. Come over here for a second.

Turns out that Rock Oldman owes the IRS
half a million dollars in taxes.

So he's probably financing his tax
payments in counterfeit money.

There's another thing, sir. I found
these five -gallon cans in the building

burned that contained this highly
flammable chemical called oxalic acid.

used in printing, as in money.

Bring the bows, I'll leave.

Roy was just about to hit it big. I
mean, Rock killing him is like killing

golden goose.

Unless he thought Roy was going to leave
him.

When you said Atlas tried to get him to
jump ship, he said he wasn't interested.

I'm starting with Atlas.

Maybe there was somebody else.

I don't know about... that.

The loyalty was really important to Roy.

Rock was with him through the thin
years.

Where is it?

It's got something wedged in the other
end of it.

Why is he running from us?

Hold on a minute.

I smell blood.

Back here.

Well, it turns out that Rock Oldman was
shot at his desk by a .38 from about

five feet away.

Now, Jamie Williams owns a .38 Smith &
Wesson he bought two years ago.

So what? What does that mean? I mean,
even I know that a .38 caliber handgun

the most common handgun in the world.

What do we have for both of them?

Revenge for killing Roy.

Oh, well, revenge, huh? So first you got
Jamie killing Roy in a crime of

passion, right?

It's a theory. Well, now you got Jamie
killing Rock for killing Roy.

Well, guess what, man?

You don't get to have it both ways.

Chief.

This kid barely gives you the time of
day. Why are you so determined to defend

him? He's got an attitude, yes, but
since when does an attitude make someone

killer? Look at the evidence, Blair.

In both cases, Jamie Williams had motive
and opportunity.

Plus, in the case of Roy, we have the
blood evidence.

Jim, I want this kid out the street
before any more bodies show up.

We got a surveillance team at his house.
We're also checking out friends and

known hangouts. Jamie Williams didn't
kill anybody.

I mean, what about this Billy Atlas? I
mean, where the hell's his cane?

Let me know when you get a light on
Williams.

And why the hell doesn't anybody ever
listen to me?

Hey, Berg.

You stay.

Shut the door.

What the hell is going on with you?

I understand that Roy was your friend,
but you've been around long enough to

know that police work is objective, not
personal.

Simon, I worked my ass off for you. And
I think I've helped you put together a

pretty good string of heavy convictions
here. And if you ask me, I think I've

conducted myself the same, if not
better, than any rookie out there. Is

what's going on here? Nobody denies your
contribution.

Well, then how come the only thing I
ever hear from you is, Hey, Sandberg,

out of the way. Hey, Sandberg, you're
not a cop.

Because you aren't a cop, but that
doesn't take away from your

Then why the hell don't you ever say it?

Because I run a police department here,
not some damn encounter group.

Good answer.

Sandberg!

Look, I don't know what demons you have
dancing in your head, but let's clear up

my head.

If for any reason I have given you the
impression that I do not appreciate and

value the contribution that you give to
this department, I apologize.

You mean that?

Yeah, Blair, I do.

Thank you. That means a lot to me.

We okay?

Yeah. Yeah, we're good.

I don't want to get out of here and eat
you.

Which way is she heading?

Can I stay with her? I'll be in touch.

That was Rafe.

Sherita was on her way to a bank teller
about ten minutes ago where she got 300

bucks out of an ATM machine. Now she's
headed towards the marina. Well, you

figure she's going to meet Jamie?

Let's find out.

I'm right here.

You got the money?

Yeah.

Yeah, I got it.

I hope that's enough.

Don't have to be.

So where are you going to go?

Ra gave me the keys to his place in the
mountains, but other than that, I don't

know. Look, if you run...

It's like saying that you did it.

Why don't you just turn yourself in?

Look, don't you understand?

The cops found Roy's blood in the back
of my car.

They think I did it.

I'm going straight to jail.

Well, what about Roy's friend, that
Sandberg? Why don't you at least call

Oh, please. He don't give a damn about
me.

He with them cops.

Nobody gives a damn about me.

I do.

Oh, yeah?

That's why you did me the way you did,
huh?

Oh, no, Jamie.

Not that again.

Going behind my back with Roy, my own
damn brother? What's wrong with you?

That's crazy.

I heard you two on the phone, okay?

I saw you two sneaking off together.
What was up with that?

Damn it, Jamie.

Roy wanted to buy you a house for your
birthday.

He wanted to surprise you, and he asked
me to help.

Now, now he's not even going to say it.

You're lying.

You better tell me you're lying right
now. I'm not.

loved you. I love you.

Why would you think we would even do
anything to hurt you?

Sorry, baby.

I'm sorry. I just didn't know. That's
all.

I just didn't know.

Jamie, we'd like you to come down to the
precinct and answer some questions.

I ain't going nowhere with you, man.
Jamie, no.

Put the gun down, please. No way.

I'm not going to jail. You want to stay?

Jamie, forget this. Stop. Nobody's
taking you to jail. Now, just put the

down. Look, we can't help you if you
don't let us. Just keep away from me,

of y 'all. Just keep away.

Put the gun down.

This place is surrounded by cops.

There's no way for you to get out of
here.

Look, I'm warning you.

If either of you come near me, I'll
throw the gun away.

Look, Jamie, come on.

Trust us, man. If you're innocent, we
can help you, all right? But if you try

go out of here with that gun, they're
going to shoot you, Jamie.

I don't believe you, man.

You got to trust me, all right?

I'll go out with you, all right? If I go
out with you, they'll have to shoot me,

too, all right? Stanford, get back. Just
get away from me, man. Get back. All

right.

Get back.

Jamie, please, stop it.

Take it easy. Back from me.

Settle down.

Jamie, no. Come on.

ambulance here.

How you feeling?

Listen, Jamie, look, you better start
talking, man.

Otherwise, you're going to get charged
with something you didn't do.

And then we're not going to be able to
help.

Look, I don't need your help, man.

Well, you got two people here willing to
give it.

Sandberg was ready to put his life on
the line for you last night.

You want to get charged with your
brother's death and maybe rock?

That's fine.

But who are you trying to protect here?

Look, Rock was using me as his bag man
to help deliver the fake money.

I mean, at first I didn't know what it
was.

I figured all those bundles was, you
know, payoffs.

But one day I took a real good look
inside.

And I knew what it was.

You say something to Rock?

Yeah. I told him it wasn't right how he
was using me like that.

But you went along with it and he cut
you in.

Look, man, I needed the money, all
right?

I'm so tired of Roy always having to
give it to me.

I knew it was wrong, though.

He just kept eating me up inside.

So later on at the party, I told Roy
what was going on. So Roy didn't know

anything about it?

No.

Where did Roy get the bills that he gave
to Sandberg?

My brother loved to have cash on him,
man.

He always made Rocky from straight cash.

But I told Roy that night, he got right
up in his face.

He was real upset.

Next thing you know, he was dead.

Why didn't you go to the police?

Look, Rock said he'd make sure I go to
jail for helping him pass that money.

Then he said he'd go after Sherita.

It was Rock who killed him, man.

I know it was.

Well, then who killed Rock?

I don't know.

I was looking through his office for
money.

But I swear to you, man, it wasn't me.

Marshall County Marriage Registry, going
back.

Why am I looking at this? Well, I
followed a hunch, sir.

And I found out in the 70s, Rock
Oldman's partner, Jeffrey Collins, made

fortune in the lumber industry. Now, he
parlayed those contacts he made there

into a high -profile marriage.

Just read on.

Elizabeth Fowler.

Fowler? Mm -hmm.

What's that name sound familiar?

Bill Fowler. The pulp mill billionaire.
Right.

Old Matt Fowler was chairman and CEO of
Strand Paper in Michigan.

The same company which manufactures 100
% rag paper for the U .S. government.

Exactly. It's my guess that Collins is
our counterfeiter, and this is where

getting his paper from.

Wait a minute. Didn't you think Collins
made a fortune? Yeah, he did, but he

lost it all in the 80s on junk bonds.

Any idea where it might be printing the
stuff? Well, we checked around some of

his business inputs, and one of them
caught my eye. It's a greeting card

in the Westlake district.

Well, your theory is Collins had Roy
killed to keep him from blowing the

on the counterfeiting ring. Well, more
likely he ordered it done. Right.

Collins was probably afraid that Oldman
would roll over on him, so he had him

killed. Well, we better catch Collins
before he destroys the rest of the

evidence and skips on us.

Go get him, Tiger.

Are we going to his card company in
Westlake? Yeah, we got a unit standing

his house.

Delta 4 to your east.

Allison, go ahead. Yeah, Jim, it's Ray.

Suspects were leaving the premises when
we arrived.

We're turning them west on Capilano.
Must be heading for Highway 6. They make

you? Not yet. All right. Stay with us.
Order a roadblock at the junction of I

and Welsh.

We'll close in from this end. Over.

Turn right.

Upward.

Jim, it's Rafe. Do you read?

Go ahead.

Suspects penetrated the roadblock. They
headed north on I -6 in a blue diesel

tractor. All right, I got him. Get all
of the LVs to block off the X from I -6.

Yeah, copy that.

What are they doing?

I thought they were going to make a run
at us.

Come on.

There's no time for this. Look, Jim,
anytime you want to get out of here,

that'll be all right with me.

Try it, Chief. Come on, sweetheart.

Come on, Jim, get out of here.

Here we go.

We found out who the inside man at
Strand Paper was.

Turned out to be a night foreman.

Something's still bothering me, though.

Those ivory fragments that were found in
Roy's skull. They came from Atlas'

cane, which turned up at Collins' place.

He had his men kill Roy with it, then
intended to frame Atlas, which never

happened. Never got that far.

Any word on Jamie?

Well, I put in a personal plea with the
feds. Must have worked. They're willing

to live with probation for his role in
the counterfeit rig.

Yeah. That's very kind of you, sir. I'm
sure Sambert's going to appreciate that.

It's a good break for the kid. I hope he
uses it.

Catch up with you later.

Things will be all right for Jamie.

Simon bargained for probation.

I see you guys should have listened to
me all along. I was right.

That's not entirely true, Chief.

What are you talking about? He wasn't
guilty.

What about the counterfeiting?

All right, all right, fine. So we were
both wrong.

Where does that leave us? That leaves us
with you buying me dinner. Oh, really?

How do you figure?

How do I figure? You said you'd buy me
dinner. No, I didn't.

What's the matter with your memory? No,
I didn't. Oh, this one's for Roy. Here

we go.