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♪ ♪

Connor.

A man just attacked me
in my office.

No, I'm... I'm fine.

You need to call my attorney
and get over here quick.

He's dead.

He's gone.

So, Dunbrook, you didn't
see anyone take the body?

Detective, I told you no.

I'm telling you, one minute
he's there, the next...

I don't know.

What about a description?

Hair color, eye color? Did you
see anything before he went

out the window?

He was a white guy,
medium build.

About your size.

I don't know.
It's hard to remember

the details when somebody's
trying to kill you.

Dunbrook...
you're telling us

you threw a man out the window
and didn't see anything?

Isn't this a little
below your pay grade, Taylor?

Wasting all your
valuable time on a simple

breaking and entering?
What's next?

A mugging?

Purse snatching?

If it involves
a potential homicide, sure.

You're saying this is a simple

B and E, I'm not seeing
the evidence of that.

Well, I walk in my door,
guy comes out of nowhere.

He attacks me

and... it ended badly.

Flack said there were
no reports of anyone

running, walking, limping

or even crawling away
from the scene.

A guy falls 20 stories

onto a public street
and no one saw anything?

It's the middle of the night,
Financial District...

It's a ghost town.

So far, seems Dunbrook's
our only witness.

It looks like we've
got brain matter.

So given the height

of the fall,
force of the impact,

diameter of the spatter,
there's no way

the vic could have survived.

So where is he?

A man falls 20 stories,
walks away.

Boy, that'd make
a good headline,

sell a lot of newspapers.

"Media Mogul Pushes Him"
might sell more.

♪ Out here in the fields ♪

♪ I fight for my meals ♪

♪ I get my back into my living ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. ♪

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State of the art
biometric system

cost half a mil to put in.

Still, someone gets in
and almost kills my dad.

How long have you been
head of security?

Five years. We never had
anyone try to break in before.

Maybe this wasn't a break-in.

What do you mean?
You said this

biometric lock system works

on fingerprint
recognition, right?

So maybe the guy
who got into your

father's office was
already in your system.

Connor, would you
tell these people

this isn't necessary?

Dad, please.

Press down firmly.

You have any idea

who'd want to kill you?

Well, Taylor,
I own 18 publications,

four television stations,
a few city blocks...

It's hard to get in my position

without pissing some people off.

Any recent threats?
Yeah.

But let me ask you a question,
and tell me the truth.

What are you really doing here?

What, are you looking
for a P.R. bump

or a little raise
in salary, rank?

Did your attacker
say anything to you?

No.

He was the silent, violent type.

Mac, well, it looks like

the only prints on the biometric
lock are Mr. Dunbrook's.

It's my office.

No foreign prints?
No, nothing.

No streaks or oil on the lock...

Indicating it's been wiped down.

But the weird thing is,
it smelled like strawberries.

You eat anything on the way in?

You know, toast,

fruit, caviar on
a jelly doughnut,

maybe?

No.

Mr. Dunbrook...

we need to know

who was programmed
into your biometric lock system.

I'm sure my son told you,
that's confidential information.

So, I'm sorry, Detective,
but you're out of luck.

You're claiming somebody

tried to kill you.

Why not cooperate
with our investigation

instead of obstructing it?

I've given you my prints,
my DNA, my time.

But I'm a newspaper man.

My father has
sources to protect.

That include
whoever took the body?

Come on, Taylor.

I'm the innocent man here.

An innocent man calls 911 first.

You called your son,

and then your lawyer.

We only have your prints
on the biometric lock.

There's no evidence that
anybody else touched it.

So, that leads me
to believe that the man

who went out the window
entered this office with you.

A discussion

turned into an argument.

And ultimately, you gave him

a different view of the city.

Those are hazy facts, at best.

I'd check them out

before I ran with that story.

You don't have
to worry about that.

We will.

Got a couple of teeth.

Bicuspid...

incisor.

Our vic probably hit chin first.

Force knocked him right out.

Now, the blood over here
is inconsistent

with the spatter pattern.

There is a slight tread mark.

Possibly from the toe of shoes.

It's an odd angle, though.

It's as if somebody
tapped our vic's bloody feet

onto the sidewalk.
First piece of evidence

that someone removed the body;
but why?

Maybe our vic's identity
incriminated his accomplice.

I-I just...
I don't see

any drag marks, footprints...
There's no evidence to indicate

somebody
else was here.
Yeah, but there's got to be.

Officer Liu.

You okay?
Yeah, yeah, hold on.

You got to wait for it.
For what?

A polar bear in the
middle of New York City.

Global warming's worse
than I thought.

It's trash bag art.

Basically, people

create all kinds of creatures...

Dogs, giraffes...

They tie them
to the subway grates

and passing trains
fill them with life.

This...

print here...

could be evidence
of our accomplice.

Maybe.

Car could have driven up,
got into the backseat,

opened the passenger door,
but as he dragged the body,

got caught up on the bag,
leaving the bloody print,

loaded the body,

and then drove off.

You know what they say.

"One man's trash is
another person's art."

Or another woman's evidence.

♪ ♪

So I hear our only
witness is a polar bear?

Yeah, a very
uncooperative polar bear.

This hand print is fragmented,

fingerprints are smudged.

It's going to take
a little time.

All right, well, I took a look
at the box cutter

from Dunbrook's office; found
fabric fibers from his suit.

So it looks like the attack
weapon, no prints.

But I did find traces
of sucrose on the handle.

Sugar, huh?

What else you got?

Well, we got a biometric lock

that smells like strawberries.

I don't know, maybe Dunbrook

pissed off a pastry chef?

Maybe. Because nothing
in this case adds up.

We've got a guy who gets into
an ultra-secure building,

bypasses a biometric lock
and attacks Dunbrook

with nothing more than a tool
you can get at a hardware store.

Well, maybe the box cutter
was for something else.

The subpoena came through
for the information

on Dunbrook's
biometric lock system.

Now, correct me
if I'm wrong here,

but the attacker who hit
the pavement and went missing,

we know that was a guy, right?

DNA confirmed male.

Okay, because according to
the lock's electronic record,

the last person to enter
Dunbrook's office,

five minutes before
he did, was a woman.

That can't be right.

There were no prints on that
lock other than Dunbrook's.

It wasn't wiped down
prior to him touching it.

Man or woman, it's not
possible to access

the lock without leaving
any prints behind.

It is if you're Ann Steele.

Ann had access to people
a lot more powerful than me.

Her business card said
she was a consultant.

You sure we have
the right woman?

Ann Steele, 35 years old...

Fix the problems
for the rich and famous.

And she was murdered
seven months ago.

- This is Harbor Division
- India-Alpha-Five-Niner.

We've recovered the body
in the vicinity of Pier 40.

We'll be touching down
momentarily.

Hey, Harbor Division Police
called it in.

I think this might be the guy
that attacked Dunbrook.

Injuries are consistent
with a significant fall.

No chance he's a jumper...
Maybe from a bridge?

I don't think so.

Glass fragments most likely

came from him crashing
through a window.

And the facial injuries suggest
he collided with something hard.

Subway grate.

Looks like he hit face-first.

This type of trauma indicates

that he may have been slightly
vertical when he fell.

Since most dead bodies
fall horizontally,

he was must likely alive when
he went through the window.

Supports Dunbrook's version
of the events.

Suspect fell through the window
during the struggle.

Someone did a pretty thorough
job searching his clothes.

I take it we didn't get
an ID on him?

Mm-mm. Pockets were
already turned out

when he was pulled
from the water.

Don't expect to get anything
from fingerprints; take a look.

Looks like his fingertips
were snipped off.

Whoever dumped him
definitely wanted his ID

to remain a mystery.

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Facial reconstruction
will take some time,

but I brought
the vic's last meal.

It was ingested very
close to T.O.D.

Could help us
determine where he was

before he broke into
Dunbrook's office.

Yeah, I'm not sure
what they're made of,

but they did give off a distinct

strawberry scent.

Danny mentioned smelling
the same scent

at Dunbrook's office.

Maybe some type of candy?

I-I see ridge detail there.

Huh.

What kind of candy
has a fingerprint?

♪ ♪

You found Ann Steele's
fingerprints

in the vic's stomach?

Mm-hmm. Our attacker's last meal
was made up of gelatin, sugar

and strawberry flavor.

All you'd need to do
is get a good set

of Ann Steele's prints,
create a 3-D mold...

pour in the gelatin,
let it harden

and voila, an all-access pass.

The chemical makeup
of the gelatin

would allow the intruder's
body heat

to seep through, but prevent
any oils or epithelials

from being
left behind.
Right.

Plus the sugar prints
wouldn't have left

any discernible ridge detail

on the glass.

And once the attacker
gained access,

he ate the evidence.

That explains why Danny
smelled strawberry

on the biometric locks

and found sugar on
the box cutter

and how a dead woman
opened that door.

Seems to support
Dunbrook's story

that somebody broke
into his office.

Question is, where'd he find
Ann Steele's fingerprints

to make a mold
in the first place?

Here you go.
Thanks.

What is it?

Flack red-flagged
Dunbrook's financials.

Ann Steele used to be
on his payroll.

Okay, that makes sense.

She's a fixer,
and Dunbrook's the type

to pay someone like Steele.

Maybe she was working with him

to shut down somebody
he had a problem with.

Or that person had a problem
with Dunbrook

and Steele never had a chance
to finish her job.

The chief.

Good luck.

I would like Taylor
removed from the case.

Mr. Dunbrook, I guarantee you
there's no vendetta here.

Well, he's digging
into my bank accounts,

my personal investments.
I mean, hell...

I mean, he's treating me
like I'm a suspect.

If that were the case, we'd all
be having this conversation

downstairs in interrogation.

Isn't it true,
Taylor, that, uh, you just

don't like anybody
who's got more power

than you do?
What I don't like

is someone who thinks he
can buy the department

with a $20 million donation.

Mac, no one buys anything here.

Now, watch what you imply
about the department,

especially when it's not true.

We're not for sale.

Well, somebody breaks
into my office

and they try to kill me.

Now, what part of that
reality suggests

that I'm anything other
than a victim?

Why don't we start with
the part you left out?

Your relationship
with Ann Steele.

What does she have
to do with this case?

Her prints were used to access
his security system.

The fact that she's dead
is a little curious.

Well, Steele sometimes

worked for me as a consultant.

I guess, her...
her identity wasn't removed

from the security system,
I suppose.

Look...

a dead body was taken
from the streets.

Now, I am no detective,
but that probably means

there's somebody still out there
that wants to kill me.

So why don't you
stop harassing me

and spend a little more time
trying to solve the case?

That subpoena you dropped
on Dunbrook...

Went straight to
the mayor's office

and landed right in my lap.

Tread lightly on this one.

The city and the mayor

aren't my problem.

Solving this case is.

What's going on, Mac?

Everything I've seen on this
case points to self-defense.

Dunbrook isn't cooperating
with the investigation.

It's his word
against a dead man's.

Look, I don't like the game
any more than you do,

but we're still
going to play it.

You find something
that sets off that man,

make sure I'm in the loop.

Last night, a man

whose identity has yet
to be determined

tried to kill me in my office.

His accomplice,
who is still at large,

removed the body from the scene.

I'll take your questions.

Dunbrook, what about that body?

You have anything to do
with its disappearance?

No, I have no idea what happened
to the man who attacked me.

Police have made
this case a priority,

and I can sense their presence
at every turn.

Is that because you bought them
with $20 million?

Well, that was a donation
I made to the city

on behalf of its residents,
my neighbors.

I don't expect,
nor do I warrant,

any special consideration,

regardless of my special
relationship with the mayor.

Everybody down, now!

- Which way?! Get down!
- Get down!

You hit?

No, I'm fine.

Secure that building
across the street.

Get down.

I told you I'm okay.
I'm okay, everybody.

It's all right.

You still think I have
something to hide?

Think you're a lucky man.

Do your job.

Bullet's a .38.

It's pretty damaged.

May be able to find

some usable stria.

Any word from Flack?

Yeah. He's, uh, checking
surveillance and running plates.

It's very strange...
Nobody saw the shooter.

Or convenient.

Mac, Dunbrook may have thrown
somebody out the window,

but he certainly didn't
shoot at himself.

I know, but my gut
tells me he's hiding something.

Whatever his involvement,

there's a very real possibility

that whoever took that body
may still want Dunbrook dead.

We need ID on our vic.

♪ ♪

Mac, finally managed to put
together the bloody prints

Stella found on the polar bear.

And I ran it.

You sure this is right?

Yeah, guy who took the body
from the crime scene's FBI.

Hawkes, stop what you're doing.

Let me see what
you have right now.

I've seen him before.

I've seen
both these guys before.

This guy, the guy Dunbrook
threw out his window...

he's FBI, too.

Agents Walsh and Johnson
approached me

at the armored car heist
six months ago.

They wanted to know about
Ann Steele's flash drive.

Well, you obviously know
something I don't about

what's going on here,
so now that you've

scooped me out of a crime scene,

why don't you tell me
what the hell that is?

The drive contained some

extremely sensitive information

about some
very important people,

some at the highest
levels of government.

But you knew that.

Steele was killed over
the information on that drive.

When it was in our possession,
I got a look at it.

I can think of a few tabloid
editors who'd kill for it, too.

Sexual allegations,
bribery, blackmail.

You name it, Steele was into it.

When we recovered the drive,

it went into the property
warehouse and was stolen.

And the theft of the flash
drive was an inside job.

Kevin Cross, a property
clerk, took it.

And then he turned up dead.

.38 slug in his forehead.

Ann Steele's flash drive
nowhere to be found.

Walsh and Johnson were across
the street

surveilling Cros"
murder investigation.

The FBI has the resources to get
a hold of Ann Steele's prints

and to engineer them
out of gelatin, but...

why would they illegally break
into Dunbrook's office

and attack him?

The box cutter.

Like you said, Danny, maybe it
was for something else.

I don't think Walsh went into
Dunbrook's office to attack him.

He and Johnson were looking
for something;

the same thing they were looking
for when they picked me up.

Ann Steele's flash drive.

Why did the FBI think
Dunbrook had it?

And why do they want it?

Let's ask them.

I have evidence that Agent Walsh

broke into Robert Dunbrook's
office and attacked him.

After Walsh fell to his death,

I believe his partner, Agent
Johnson, removed his body

from the crime scene, and
then cut off his fingertips

to prevent
a positive I.D.

You want to tell me

what the hell is going on here?

Well, that all sounds like
speculation to me, Detective.

Oh, except for one thing.

Agent Walsh is in our morgue.

Where's Johnson?

I don't know.

And I can't speak to why

those agents were in
Mr. Dunbrook's office.

You guys investigating Dunbrook?
Do you have evidence

that he took
Ann Steele's flash drive?

This is the first I've heard
of a flash drive.

And I don't know anything
about Ann Steele.

Whatever Walsh
and Johnson were doing,

it wasn't official FBI business.

They were fired six months ago.

Why?

I'm not at liberty
to discuss it.

One of your agents is dead.

Another one could have taken
a shot at Robert Dunbrook.

Former agents.

You useless son of a bitch.
You're protecting yourself.

I'm gonna find out what those
two agents have

to do with my case,
and if I happen to expose

whatever the FBI
is trying to hide...

that's on you.

You get anything from the bullet

I found at the press conference?

No, it's too damaged.

No way to run it through IBIS.

What about Johnson's location?

Flack's got two unis
on his house

and an APB out on his car.

You still think that Walsh
and Johnson went after Dunbrook

to get the flash drive?

Yeah, but why
would Dunbrook want it?

Mac, I went back and I tried
to remember everything

I could from Ann Steele's
flash drive.

Then I cross-referenced
that info

against the stories
that were published

in Dunbrook's paper
The New York Ledger.

Mac, there were seven stories
that matched.

Dunbrook knew what Ann Steele
kept on that drive.

Mm-hmm.

Dirt on the rich and famous,
politicians,

government.

It's an invaluable source
to a newspaperman.

The only problem is these
stories don't prove

that Dunbrook is in

possession of the drive.

For all we know, he could have
bought the information

from Ann Steele
when she was alive.

It's possible.

But look at the dates.

All these stories were published

after Steele and Cross
were killed.

So Dunbrook could have paid
whoever stole the drive

for the information, or he's in
possession of the drive himself.

He was the only witness
to what happened in his office.

And maybe he discovered that
Walsh was looking for the drive.

How did you get in my office?

The flash drive.

Give it to me or I'll tell
everybody you have it.

I want you to get
the hell out of my office.

We could be looking at Dunbrook
for manslaughter.

And if he does
have possession
of the drive,

he may have had something to do
with the murder

of the property clerk,
Kevin Cross.

Dunbrook could be behind
this whole story.

Hey, what you got there?

The future of Dunbrook Media.

I recovered this
at the crime scene

in Dunbrook's office.

The LCD is like
an electronic billboard.

You can have three
advertisements where you

only normally could have one.

A real moneymaker, you know?

So I pulled the evidence

from the Kevin Cross file,
our property clerk.

Now, he was shot with
a Smith & Wesson .38 Special.

And look at the trace we
collected from his wound.

"Battery acid, polyethylene,
black dye, titanium dioxide."

There's about a thousand
uses for this stuff.

Make it a thousand and one.

It's also used in electronic ink
technology.

"E-Ink" for short.

Dunbrook's company's
been doing the tech

on this magazine
cover for the last year.

The LCD contains microcapsules,
okay, that are filled with

charged particles of either
black dye or titanium oxide.

Now, the trace that we collected

from Kevin Cross' bullet wound's

an exact match to the E-Ink
I pulled from my test copy.

I mean, how it got out
of the magazine and onto Cross,

I have no idea.

What if our killer used the
magazine to hide the gun?

Then the bullet grazed it
just before it went into Cross.

And that's how
the E-Ink trace transferred.

I don't buy Dunbrook
as the shooter.

I mean, he'd definitely
have somebody doing

his dirty work for him.

Unless it was personal.

Let's say that Cross

stole the flash drive
for Dunbrook.

Then he went to him
for more money.

Dunbrook refused, so Cross
threatened to rat him out.

The flash drive is

the connection to all of this.
We need to find it.

Trace from magazines?
Newspaper articles?

You don't have enough evidence,
and I think you know that.

We've gotten warrants with less.
I think you know that.

Not for Robert Dunbrook.

Mac...

I trust you, but we need more.

Talk to the DA.
Put me in front

of a sympathetic judge,
and I'll do the rest.

Look, the judge could be
my uncle.

My favorite uncle.

By the time that warrant gets
to his bench,

someone will have already
whispered in his ear.

That's called corruption.

Call it whatever you like.

It's been going on in this town
for a hundred years

and will continue
for another hundred.

Now, we get one shot at a guy
like Dunbrook.

You miss...

it could mean
both of our careers.

Hey, heard the chief
was a little stingy

with the search warrant.

He needs more.

Sounds like subtext
for "play it safe."

I'm not gonna wait around
while Sinclair decides

his next political maneuver.

You looking for more
connects between Dunbrook

and the flash drive?

No, I'm looking
for trace evidence.

The kind that won't fit
in a petri dish.

Okay, articles
about Dunbrook's taxes,

investment, business deals.

You're thinking Dunbrook may
have made some small mistake

and maybe some media source
other than his own paper

picked up on it?

There's more than one way
to hook a fish.

They got Al Capone
on tax evasion.

Son of Sam was brought in
on a parking ticket.

If we can't get Dunbrook
on murder yet,

we'll find something else
to arrest him for.

Mac, we already
pulled his financials.

We didn't find anything
suspicious.

On paper, the guy looks clean.

Dunbrook's reaction
when he was shot at

during his little press
conference

has been bothering me.

I was right next to him
when the shot went off.

Dunbrook didn't even seem
afraid or even surprised.

It wasn't an act, Hawkes.

No, he just stood up
like some kind of king or god.

Spoke to "the masses"
as if no matter what happened,

he wouldn't be brought down.

Get down!

I told you I'm okay.
I'm okay, everybody!

The guy thinks he's untouchable.

Keep working on this for me.
See what you can find.

Sure. Where are you going?

Fishing.

So, what, did I get too many
cops back to work?

Are you so bored
the only thing you got left

to do is to stick me
with an unsolved murder?

Ann Steele's flash dive was
a valuable source of information

and the man who attacked you,

Agent Walsh, thought you had it.

What went down in your office
wasn't a case of self-defense.

It was a case
of self-preservation.

Don't know anything
about a flash drive or...

was it "secret information"?

Your headlines
suggest otherwise.

Where is it?

I don't know what
you're talking about, Taylor.

But I'd invite you to look
around if it would

reassure you, but I see you
came here empty-handed.

You got no warrant.

You killed a man
to keep your secret quiet.

You keep tap dancing, Taylor,

you're going
to help me sell papers.

"NYPD Harasses Benefactor,"
"NYPD Invades Privacy."

Now, you get the hell
out of my office,

or I'll throw you out myself.

Will I be going through
the door or the window?

Afternoon, Mr. Dunbrook.

A warrant to, uh,
search the premises.

Now,

if you'll excuse us.

♪ ♪

A Smith & Wesson .38 Special.

Just what I was looking for.

♪ ♪

Dunbrook claims
he was out of town

at the time Cross was killed.

But so far, it's just his word.

What did you get on the gun?

Degraded DNA.

I ran it against
Dunbrook's reference sample.

It's a match.

What about ballistics?
That's where it
gets a little weird.

Dunbrook's gun is the same make
as our murder weapon...

A Smith & Wesson .38 Special.

But the stria
on the test fire bullet

doesn't match the bullet that
we pulled from Cross' body.

I know there's
a connection here,

I just have to find
a way to prove it.

Taylor.

Got it.

They found
the missing FBI agent.

Toll booth picked up Johnson's
car headed across the Verrazano.

Couple of my guys gave chase,

but backed off once he
headed for the expressway.

He asked for you.

Can I talk to him?

Agent Johnson,
it's Detective Taylor.

We had to do it.
We had no choice.

I don't understand.

The flash drive.
Taylor, you remember.

The flash drive has everything.

But me and Walsh,
we were set up.

Sir, we need to get him out
of the vehicle right now.

Detective Taylor.

You're a little late if you
want to talk to Johnson.

He died while they were
pulling him out of the car.

I heard.

What's this?

It's what I couldn't
give you before.

The truth.

A year ago, Walsh and
Johnson were building a case

against Steagle Tech
for insider trading.

Looks like they had
enough for a trial,

but before they could finalize

their investigation, they
became the focus of one.

Well, it says here
that a paper trail surfaced,

suggesting
that Walsh and Johnson

had been falsifying
documents. They were fired.

And as a result,
their credibility was destroyed

and the case
against Steagle dropped.

I'm thinking that Ann Steele
was the one

who manufactured
the paper trail.

Those agents must have known

that Dunbrook had
Steele's flash drive,

went after it
to clear their names.

Dunbrook wouldn't give it up.

Instead, he got into a struggle
and Walsh went out the window.

So he was just
collateral damage.

Just like the property clerk.

Dunbrook thought he could play
us from the very beginning.

He thought he could
buy this town...

buy the support
of the police department

when he ended the Blue Flu...

and his own brand
of justice along with it.

Now he's got us cornered.

It's time to fight back.

What are you thinking?

I'm going to make sure Walsh
and Johnson didn't die in vain.

So, someone scraped
the barrel of Dunbrook's gun

after shooting Kevin Cross.

It damaged the rifling.

Makes a ballistics
match difficult.

Someone was thinking
ahead. Smart.

Now, I was a little smarter.

See, whatever tool was used,

it didn't reach the back
of the barrel.

So I made an imprint to match
the undamaged stria

in the barrel
of Dunbrook's gun...

created a slug
from that section of the gun,

then compared it to the bullet
that killed Kevin Cross.

And they were a match.

The bullet
that killed Kevin Cross

was fired from Dunbrook's gun.

We have got him.

Not quite.
Flack just called.

Dunbrook's alibi checks out.

The night of Cross' murder,

he was at Yale's
New Media Symposium, speaking.

Over 100 witnesses.

How's that possible?
The only DNA we've got

on the gun is Dunbrook's.

So, how is Dunbrook's DNA
not his DNA?

You need to take a closer look

at the low level DNA on the gun,

using miniSTRs
which will allow us

to amplify smaller loci.

Making it possible to analyze
more detail from the sample.

Samples share common
alleles at each locus.

We were looking
at the wrong Dunbrook.

It's his son's DNA.

They're taking him now.

Well, that's why I've got you
on retainer, Counselor.

I want you to fix this.

Connor, you don't say a word.
Not a word.

You hear me?
Step back,
Mr. Dunbrook.

What, are you giving me orders?

He is. Back off.

Anything on the flash drive?

No. We searched Connor.
Searched his apartment.

Came up empty.

We got him on
the murder of Kevin Cross.

You got nothing.

I got your son committing murder

so you could sell papers.

And you're lucky I'm not pulling
you in for obstruction.

That shot
at the press conference?

You set that up.

Had Connor create
a little diversion.

You wanted us to believe
someone was after you.

Where's your proof?

You haven't got any.

People believe
what they read, Taylor.

And after I'm done with you,
you know what they're gonna know

about you?
They're gonna know

what you really are.

A lab rat with a little chip
on his shoulder.

Trust me, you are not
equipped to win this war.

The mayor can't save your son.

Neither can your money.

At least you got
what you wanted.

Tomorrow's headline.