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Good morning.

Yes, it is.

Hi, gorgeous.

Oh.

What?

Nothing.

[moaning]

What am I, chopped liver?

What's he doing here?

I... I don't know.

Who's it gonna be, Jordan?

Him or me?

[cell phone ringing]

Jordan Cavanaugh.

Where?

Okay, on my way.

[loud rock music playing]

Abby, what did I tell you about
music this early? Come on.

I'm sorry, Dad.

[turns off music]

I forgot.

It's a sweet system.

Who are you-- Who is he?

Dad, this is Chad.
I told you about him. Remember?

-Hey.
-Chad came all the way

down from Albany last night
just to come be with me.

It's cool if he stays until
the end of my break, right?

I'm late for work.

His name is Gregory Black.

He's a sergeant
in the U.S. Army.

You know who
the other glass
belongs to?

No. Neighbor said
he lived by himself

and rarely had
any visitors.

Three gunshot wounds
to the chest above sea level.

I'll need to
collect the water
before I can figure out

what actually happened
down below.

What about time of death?

Water temperature's
affected lividity and rigor.

I'll check his
vitreous potassium levels
back at the morgue.

Hey.

Guess you haven't
told Pollack yet what
happened between us.

I didn't need to.
He figured it out.

Oh. And?

And every time I bring it up,
he changes the subject.

It's only been
a couple days.

Maybe he just
needs some space.

You should talk
to him, Jordan.

Well, well.
Isn't this romantic?

Come on, Pollack.
You know the drill.

Reporters on
the other side of the tape.

What do you think, Cavanaugh?
A crime of passion?

Too soon to tell.

Some poor bloke
finds his wife,
or girlfriend,

is cheating on him,
decides to even the score.

Give the cheating bastard
what he deserves.

You know what, Pollack?
This really isn't the time.

No, it's all right,
Jordan.

If you've got something
that you want to say...

[grunts]

Stay away from my girlfriend.

What the hell?

You don't own me.

[gasping]

[theme music playing]

I should have dragged
his sorry ass out of bed,

beat the crap
out of him,

and then paid him 100 bucks
to say the hell away from her.

Bribery and assault.
That'd win you
Parent of the Year.

What I saw this morning,
that was an assault
on my sensibilities.

Face it, Garret.
She's all grown up.

Either deal with it,
or she'll stop
dealing with you.

Yeah.

What do we got?

Leo Fulton, 54.
Resides in Philly.
Collapsed on the T.

Medical records show a history
of congestive heart failure.

He was pretty sick
to be traveling.

Leo had another
curious bit of history.

I ran his name
through the system.

Got a hit back
from the Boston P.D.

Twenty-three years ago,

Leo was arrested for
the kidnapping of Henry Hurst.

Significant swelling
of the ankles.

Was the Lindbergh
case of the '80s.

Two-year-old Henry Hurst
snatched from his parents'

Beacon Hill estate
in the dead of night.

Yeah, I remember.

The ransom note
demanded $50,000.

Leo... He's
the Hurst gardener,

he was arrested when they found
his prints at the scene.

But his trial ended
in a hung jury.

Pronounced neck veins, too.

Year later, young Henry
was found dead.

They never did apprehend
his killer.

What does any of this have
to do with how this man died?

Well, nothing,
I suppose.

What Mr. Fulton needs
is a chest X-ray.

If his heart's enlarged,
I won't bother
opening him up.

Dr. Macy, this is
Mr. Fulton's son.

So sorry about your father.

Thank you.

Hey.

Hey, Pops.

What was your father
doing in Boston?

We used to live here.

He wanted for us to
make this trip together.

But he never
told me why.

When he got something
in his head, he...

My dad was a stubborn man.

[Macy] All indicators
point to heart failure.

Chest X-ray
should confirm it.

Thank you.

Feel like a pool boy.

Without the fringe benefits.

How's it going?

How's it look?

How are you?

Fine. You pull
those slugs yet?

Yeah. Uh, 9-millimeter.
I ran them through
the database.

No matches.

Black worked as
a logistics specialist

at the General Supply Center
out of Camp Harrison.

He just returned from a tour
of duty in Iraq last month.

And ended up here.

Time of death was between
10:00 and midnight.

And I'm guessing
his hot tub honey
was a redhead.

Are you sure it's not just
red from all the blood?

Or more from like a bottle.

I'll run it for DNA.
For all we know,
it could be the killer's.

Woody, I'm sorry
about Pollack.

I mean, I'm the one he
should be mad at, not you.

Some guy just slept with
the woman I wanted to marry,

I probably would have
done a lot worse.

Marriage. Who said
anything about marriage?

I just assumed
that he asked you.

To marry him?
Why would you
assume that?

He bought you a ring, Jordan.

How do you know that?

Nigel told me.

Nigel? How does Nigel know?

You know what?
This is probably something

you have to work out
with Pollack.

I got to go talk
to Black's C.O.

Black pulled three men
from a burning Humvee
after it hit a land mine.

All while under fire.
Earned him a Silver Star.

Colonel, can you think
of anyone who might have
wanted the sergeant dead?

No. He was well-liked
by everyone.

His men are gonna
take it hard.

What did his duties entail?

Worked in the uniform
and armory division.

Shipping out equipment,
ordering merchandise.

We're a major supply center
for our troops overseas.

Did he have a girlfriend?

You should ask
Captain Osborne.

They interact more
on a day-to-day basis.

Where can I find him?

She's over there.
One on the right.

The redhead.

[Gwen] Greg and I
were in love.

Neither of us went
looking for it,

but we just had this
undeniable connection.

[Woody] Isn't it taboo for
an officer to fraternize
with an enlisted soldier?

[Gwen] I could be
court-martialed.

Wow. Dishonorable discharge
won't even get you a job
flipping burgers.

Have you ever been
in love, Detective?

Sure. Why?

[Gwen] It's worth the risk.

[Woody] Maybe Sergeant Black
fell out of love.

-Maybe he wanted
to end things.
-No.

If you couldn't be with him,
then no one else could.

Do you think that I did this?

Your registered firearm,
it's a Beretta
9-millimeter, right?

Look, you can run
a ballistics test.

The sooner you eliminate me
as a suspect,

the sooner you will catch
the son of a bitch
who did this.

All right.

Tell me about last night.

Got to Greg's place
at 1800 hours, 6:00.

He's been stressed lately,
so I suggested we
get into the hot tub.

Stressed? Why?

A buddy from his old unit
was killed a few days ago.
He took it pretty hard.

Okay. What next?

We ordered Thai food.

Uh, I surprised him with
a bottle of champagne.

It was our six-month
anniversary.

We sat in the hot tub for
about another half an hour.

And then I had to
get back to the base.

What time was that?

9:30.

Can anyone verify that?

The guards at
the main gate can.

Thank you, Captain.
I'll be in touch.

[Gwen] Detective.

My relationship with
Sergeant Black...

If it has nothing
to do with this case,

your secret's safe with me.

If she didn't do it...

We're back to square one.

Great. Here comes Mike Tyson.

I can't... I just can't.

Don't take that personally.

Yeah. You here to apologize?

Not a chance.
This is business.

Regarding the murder
of Sergeant Black,

does the Boston P.D.
have any comment about
the Credle Corporation?

What's that?

I'll take that as a no.

Hey, Pollack. If you
know something...

Read tomorrow's paper.

Quantifiable growth data.

Cold climate variable.

Hey. I was passing
by the lab.

It's Leo Fulton's
chest X-rays.

-Thanks, love.
-Sure.

Hey, who's this?

It's Leo Fulton's son.

Yeah, looks like
Leo Fulton's son.

But how do we know for certain
that's Leo Fulton's son?

[chuckles]
Is that a trick question?

Well, let's just say
it's all bloody relative.

Good night.

Hey, Dad.

Hey, Abby. Hello, Chad.

What's up, Garret?

Would you two
like to join me

for some Peking duck
at Yang Chow?

[Chad] Dude,

we're vegan.

It's a big menu. Come on.

Sorry, Dad.
We already have plans.

Look, do you think I could
borrow $300 from you?

What happened to the money
I just gave you?

[Abby] Have you seen
the price of gas?

Why don't you
ask your mom?

Well, she said, since
I was staying with you...

I just paid your tuition
for next semester,

so things are pretty tight.

Maybe before you go back.

[Abby] Yeah,
actually, about that.

I kind of dropped out.

You what?

You know I only went
because you wanted me to.

I just wanted to experience
life firsthand, you know?

Not... Not just read
about it in some book.

Hey, is this your idea?

Abby's her own person.

I just don't wanna make
the same mistakes that you did.

I mean, come on, Dad.

You wanted to be a novelist,
and now look at you.

You want to drop out,
Abby? Fine.

You need money, get a job.

[loud pounding on door]

[pounding continues]

Pollack, use your key.

Wrong guy.

It's 5:00 in the morning.
What're you doing here?

Look at what just
hit the stands.

[Jordan] Sergeant Black was
about to expose a cover-up.

This case just went big time.

[Woody] "According to
an anonymous source,

Sergeant Black was
investigating potential
flaws in body armor

made by
the Credle Corporation
for the U.S. Army."

Soldiers go into combat
thinking they're protected,
but they're not.

Their job isn't
dangerous enough.

After Pollack asked me
about the Credle Corp,
I ran a check.

It's a $200 million business
right here in Boston.

They make everything
from speakers to blenders.
But no red flags.

My next stop is
their CEO's office.

Meanwhile, you need
to talk to Pollack.

Why? I'm sure everything
he knows is there
in black and white.

Yeah. Everything except
for the name of his source.

The word anonymous
usually means someone
does not want to get involved.

Tough.

If this source has information
that could lead us to
our killer, we need it.

And if Pollack doesn't
want to cooperate,

I'll get the D.A.
to subpoena his ass.

Thanks.

[Jordan] Pollack.

Cavanaugh.

I'm glad you're here.
I suppose we need to talk.

We do, but this
isn't a social call.

The source. I need a name.

And I need a new car.
Doesn't mean I'll get one.

J.D., this is serious.

"Congress shall make
no law prohibiting
freedom of the press."

Sound familiar?

The First Amendment,
I'm well aware.

But this is a murder
investigation.

We're trying to get
a killer off the streets.

I give you my source,
I could be putting
another life at risk.

Woody can offer
them protection.

Oh, could he, now?

So that's why you're here,
to do his bidding.

Oh, come on, J.D.
We're both after
the same thing here.

Are we?

Yeah. The truth.

Yeah, well, not everyone
can handle it.

Pollack.

Pollack!

Name's Chad Wasserman.
Early 20s.

Lives in Albany.
Anything you
can find out.

Woody, thanks a lot.

Leo Fulton Jr.
is not a junior.

-In fact, he's not
even a Fulton.
-What's this?

That's Leo Jr.'s
employment physical
from two months ago.

Note the blood type. A-O.

Leo Sr.'s
blood type is a B,

which means they
can't be related.

So some other guy
fathered him.

Not some other guy.
Other parents.

A picture's worth
a thousand words.

You think Leo Jr.'s
Henry Hurst?

I'd bet my accent on it.

I'm sure the Hursts
identified their son

when they buried him
23 years ago.

You see, the boy was discovered
during the spring thaw,

decomposed
beyond recognition.

The only identifying factor
was his clothing.

And since DNA hadn't
been discovered yet...

So, what are
you suggesting?

We ask Mr. Fulton
for a DNA sample

to prove the man he's
called father his whole life

is not only not his father,
but is, in fact,

the man who stole him
from his real family?

-Does sound a bit harsh.
-Yeah.

We could exhume
the boy's body.

Test his DNA.
Prove he's not Henry.

And if we're wrong,
we put the Hursts

through the wringer
all over again.

But if we're right,
they get a second chance
to know their son.

If this was Abby,

wouldn't you
want that chance?

Go ahead and issue
the subpoena.

His full name is
John Douglas Pollack.

You'll probably be
able to serve him at
the Chronicle offices.

Thanks.

Hey, are these butterscotch?

Go on. They're sugar-free.

My favorites.

That soldier who was killed,
did he have a family?

Mmm. No wife. No kids.
His parents live in Vermont.

Did he ever call up here?
He ever stop by?

I'm afraid not.

[intercom beeps]

Yes, Mr. Credle.
You can go on in.

The first I heard
of Sergeant Black

was that article
of lies in The Chronicle.

So you deny the accusations
that your vests are flawed?

Our contract with
the U.S. Army guaranteed
a five-year warranty.

We have documentation
backing that claim.

-[intercom beeps]
-Beth, bring in the body armor
test results, please.

How big a contract
are we talking here?

$27 million.

That's a nice chunk of change.

As honored as I am to
work with our military,

I am in the business of
making money, Detective.

Still, you stand to lose a lot
if the accusations are true.

Thanks, Beth.

The vests were tested under
the most rigorous conditions.

I even allowed
myself to be shot at
to prove their durability.

That's a commitment to quality.

Fellas, about this
anonymous source,

any thoughts on
who that could be?

Employees come and go.
Not all of them by choice.

Someone wanted to get back at
Mr. Credle or the company,

fabricating this story
would be an effective way.

It still doesn't
account for the murder
of Sergeant Black.

I'm sorry that we can't be
of more help, Detective.

Oh, Mr. Credle,
just one last question.

Can you account for
your whereabouts

Tuesday evening between
10:00 p.m. and midnight?

I'm offended that
you would even ask.

Flying back from
Aspen on my jet.

Thank you very much for
your time, gentlemen.

So Credle didn't
pull the trigger.

Doesn't mean he didn't
get someone else to
do his dirty work.

Which brings us back to your
pain-in-the-ass Aussie.

Pollack's anonymous source
is still our best bet.

Speaking of which,
his hearing is about to start.

You subpoenaed him?

He left me no choice.

Unlucky for him,
Judge Patterson
has zero tolerance

for journalistic integrity.

Okay, and this has
nothing to do with
the fact that

-he punched you in the gut?
-I plead the Fifth.

-Be nice, okay?
-Aren't I always?

That's rhetorical, right?

[sighs]

Bug, what's going on?

This is Colonel Wirth.

The Army's conducting its
own investigation into
Sergeant Black's death.

Good, we'll be working
together, then.

That's not how the Army works.

They're confiscating
Sergeant Black's remains.

Over my dead body.

I have direct orders
from the Pentagon.

That means jack to me.
Bring me a federal
court order, we'll talk.

He has one.

Did you know about
Sergeant Black's investigation?

If I'd known, maybe
he'd still be alive.

But the Army is pulling
the vests from use while
they investigate, right?

You go to war
with what you have,
not what you want.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

It was stormy that night.

And I heard a noise.
I thought it was the shutters.

If I'd only gotten up.

When we lost Henry,
we lost everything.

My family's business.
The estate.

We nearly lost each other.

Mr. and Mrs. Hurst,
I thought long and hard

before coming here
and dredging up the past.

I'd like your permission
to exhume your son's body.

Why?

Some new evidence has come to
light in your son's case.

They catch his killer?

No.

Doctor, please,
if you know something...

Look, I'm not sure,
but it's possible

the boy you buried
wasn't your son.

Are you...

Are you saying that Henry
might still be alive?

I'm saying that the boy
you buried might not
be Henry.

By exhuming his body,
we can extract his DNA

and run some tests,
and be sure.

Do it.

Okay.

Last chance, Pollack.

Like I told the judge,
I'm a man of my word.

Knock yourself out.

John Douglas Pollack,
I'm placing you under
arrest for contempt.

You have the right
to remain silent.

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

Without Greg's body,
I'm gonna have
to get creative.

Look, I could get in a lot
of trouble for doing this.

Come on.

[Jordan] How many of
our soldiers use these
in Iraq?

120,000.

If I can figure out
where the flaw is,

maybe it'll get us
one step closer
to the killer.

You know, Greg's buddy who
was killed a few days ago?

Greg told me that
his vest failed,

but I didn't put two
and two together until
I saw this morning's paper.

Did you know his name?

Yeah, Private First Class
Christopher Gurney.

He and Greg went to
high school together.

-So, then he's
from Boston?
-Yes.

Can you get me in touch
with his next of kin?

Yeah.

Christopher was
stationed in Baghdad.

How was he killed?

An ambush.
They said he died instantly.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Me too.

You think this is true?

Is one of these faulty vests
responsible for my son's death?

That's what we
want to find out.

Do you know for sure
that he had his vest on?

His bunkmate wrote
a detailed account
of the incident.

He confirmed that
the private was wearing
his vest when he died.

He was due to come home
in just a few weeks.

We'll find out what happened
to your son, Mrs. Gurney.
You have my word.

Thank you.

[door buzzing open]

-[all exclaiming]
-[whistling]

[man] Hey, yo,
bail me out, mama,
you could do...

Tempting. Thanks, guys.

Hey, back off!
She's with me.

Am I? That's news to me.

Why are you here,
Cavanaugh?

I'm worried about you.

Well, thanks,
but I don't need
your sympathy.

Massachusetts doesn't
have shield laws.

By the time you get
in front of a grand jury,
you'll be an old man.

Give me time to write
that novel I always wanted.

I know you're trying
to be ethical here,

but there's more than
one life at stake.

Well,

I guess you need to have
ethics to understand them.

You got something
to say, just say it

You really want
to do this here?

Yeah. At least here,
you're a captive audience.

Fine. I'm bloody pissed at
you for screwing this up.

We had something good going.
I thought we were happy.

At least I was.

And then you had to go
sabotage it by jumping
into bed with farm boy.

I don't know why it
happened, but it...

It wasn't meant to hurt you.

Everything happens
for a reason, Cavanaugh.
Everything.

And you know why
I think this did?

So I could see the real you,

before I did something
really stupid.

-Hey.
-Hi.

You visit Pollack?

Yeah. Wish I hadn't.

What's all this?

Chronicle sent over
the contents
of Pollack's desk.

They figure if
they cooperate, it'll sway
the judge to let him go.

Will it?

Doubtful.

This should crack the case.

[chuckles]

Hey, Jordan, I wouldn't...

[clicks]

...open that.

Well, you think
you know someone
and then you find out

they're on a completely
different page.

How does that happen?

You're a complicated girl,
Jordan.

Not everybody gets you.

Listen, maybe you should--

I'll autopsy Private Gurney.

Find out if
his body armor killed him.

It's a good idea.

Probable cause of death
is a 3-centimeter blow
to the skull.

Hey. Have either of you guys
seen a pair of glasses?

Try the lab.

Since when do you
wear glasses?

They're Jeffrey's.

Is this Henry Hurst?

Well, let me get this
to the lab
and we'll find out.

[Macy] Wait, Nigel. Hold it.

Got spider fractures
on the wrists and fingers.

And the feet
and ankles as well.

He was abused?

That many breaks look
like OI.

That's Osteogenesis
Imperfecta,

otherwise known as
brittle bone disease.

It's a genetic disorder
with a life expectancy
of under ten years.

Death is usually caused
by respiratory failure.

When you run that for DNA,
test for the OI
genetic marker as well.

If a blow to the head
didn't kill him,

chances are this disease did.

Uh... Woody just
faxed this over to you.

It's police records
for Chad Wasserman.

Garret,

are you sure you
want to do this?

I have a right to know
who's dating my daughter.

Okay?

Oh. Hey, Bug.

Uh... Have you seen
a pair of glasses?

Give my best to Brandau.

Listen, I've been thinking

about what you said
to me last week.

Trying to figure out
a way to move past this.

Lily...

It's okay.

No, it's not. You have
feelings for me and--

And you don't for me,
and it is okay. I...

...am over it.

A few days ago
you said it wasn't okay.

You said you've had
these feelings for me
for three years.

I know, and it's weird.

I...

The second I told you
how I felt,

it's like those feelings
just disappeared.

So, you're not in love
with me anymore?

You know, I have always
had this fantasy that you
and I would get together

and it has been
like a broken record,

going over and over
inside my head.

And when I finally heard
myself say it out loud,

it's like I jumped
over the skip.

You know what?
It feels great.

I feel like I am facing
a whole new world
of possibilities.

Oh...

Good. [sighs]

Oh, that is good.

Yes, yes. So, thank you.

-Aww. Sure.
-Thanks.

Okay.

See ya.

Hey. I may have found
our smoking gun.

Private Gurney.
A high velocity bullet was
lodged in his spine.

Without protective gear,
it would've snow-stormed
the bone.

Which means?

His body armor
slowed the bullet down,

but not enough
to save his life.

What did you find?

Um... An identical copy
of the body armor
test results

that Clark Credle gave me,
with one addition.

Water?

I don't know what it means.

[Bug] Fire in the hole!

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

Bug!

Oh, hey, you guys.

Hey, Bug. Do you mind?

Sorry.
[discharges bullets]

What's going on?

Two body armor vests made
by the Credle Corporation.

The one on the right is
the one that Jordan got
from Captain Osborne.

The one on the left
has been worn by a soldier

in Iraq for the past two years.

Now, visually,
they both look alike.

Except for one
major difference.

Yeah, and here's another.

I did a comparative analysis
of the microfibers.

See how the strand on
the new vest
is tautly woven.

But on the used vest,
it's loose.

-Why is it loose?
-[Bug] Hydrolysis.

Water.

More specifically,
perspiration.

The used vest is loaded
with sodium chloride.

Now, the Credle Corporation
did test the vests

for all sorts of
Iraqi weather conditions.

Sun, heat, even rain.

But they never
took into account
how much soldiers sweat.

Two years of perspiration
has reduced

this armor's effectiveness
by over 20%.

Over 2,000 U.S.
casualties in Iraq.
Makes you wonder.

Hey, Dad.

Hey, Abby. Come on in.

Thanks for the cash.
I knew I could
count on you.

Actually, I don't have any.

Your message...

I know. I lied.

-Here.
-What's this?

It's Chad's police record.

You had him checked out?

He's been busted three times.

Twice for possession
and once for dealing.

You really think you
should be throwing stones,

Mr. Two-Face DUI?
What about your
police record?

I think you should
watch your mouth,
you know?

I think I'm 21,
and you keep treating me
like I'm a child.

You are a child.
You're my child.
Now, I want the truth.

Are you doing drugs
with this guy, yes or no?

What if I am?

It's the wrong answer.

What are you doing?
Give me back my stuff.

Dad, stop it!
Let go of me!

Shut up!
Roll up your sleeves!

Let go of me!

[sobbing]

-Abby, Abby, I'm sorry.
-Let go!

Abby!

We just caught a break.

Bug found three
different sets of prints
on the altered memo.

Pollack's,
one he couldn't ID,
and Clark Credle's.

So Credle knew
about the flaw
or at least suspected it.

That son of a bitch.

Now, if we could
just link him to
Sergeant Black's murder...

I'm sorry,
are those worms?

Thai glass noodles.
Sergeant Black's last meal.

I removed his stomach
contents before the Colonel
took his body.

Hey, what's that?

Oh, it looks like
the sergeant had
a sweet tooth.

This is totally gross,
but I think I know
where he got it.

Hi, Beth.
Sorry to interrupt
your lunch, but,

you have some
explaining to do.

Sergeant Black was here
the day he died.

You gave him one of these.

He came to see Mr. Credle.

I told him he couldn't
without an appointment,
so he left.

Did he say why he was here?

Look, I'm just
a secretary, okay?

I don't know anything.

You're way more
than that, Beth.

You're the anonymous source.

We found your prints
on this memo.

That reporter you talked to,
J.D. Pollack?
He confirmed it.

Look, if you know
anything about
Sergeant Black's death...

I don't.

What do you know?

What's the big deal?
You've already
talked to the press.

If I come forward,
I could end up
like Sergeant Black.

I'm a single mom.

Who'd look after
my little girl?

We can protect you.

No. The best way
to protect myself
is to stay out of it.

Too late.
Like it or not, you're in it.
You got to see this through.

-Call her, Garret.
-Stay out of this,
Lily, please.

Nigel, did you get
the DNA results
on the dead boy?

Affirmative.
He's not Henry Hurst.

Then who is he?

He's the biological son
of Leo Fulton Sr.

And the OI genetic marker?

Came back positive.

Think about it,
you're a loving father

who's desperate to
help his sick child.

Medical expenses add up,

especially on
a gardener's salary.

You need money.

Which his employer happens
to have in spades.

So he makes a rash decision.

Kidnaps his employer's son

for ransom money so he can
keep his own son alive.

But the plan goes awry.

You get arrested before
you can collect the ransom

and return the child.

Your wife moves the boys
to Philly under
an assumed name.

And while you're
sitting in jail,
your own son dies.

[Beth] When the Army
approached Mr. Credle,

they offered
a year-long timetable.

Two months in,
they cut the deadline
in half,

which meant
we barely had time
to test the vests.

We delivered the order
two days before
the war started.

The altered memo,

when did it come
across your desk?

The same day
Sergeant Black came in.

And these two
never crossed paths?

No.

I never even told Mr. Credle
about the sergeant's visit.

I was going to
the next morning.

But when I saw the news...

Someone tipped Credle off.

I did think this was odd.

We won the bid
for 27 million,

but the starting number
on the books was 25.

Which means that somebody
pocketed $2 million.

You said the Army
came to Mr. Credle?

Yes.

You have a copy
of that contract?

Well, well, well.
Look who's here.

In the Fultons' grief,
they must have decided
to keep Henry,

you, to raise as their own.

But you don't have proof.

Your DNA could confirm it.

What?

You just swab my mouth
and just like that,
my father's not my father?

We know that this is
a lot to take in,

but we thought you had
a right to know,

whatever the truth
turns out to be.

My dad came to every
Little League game,

put me through college.

When my mom died,
he didn't even leave me
alone for one night.

If what you're
telling me is true,

this means my
entire life is a lie.

It's obvious the man
who raised you
loved you very much.

That's not a lie.

I need...

I need some time to
think about all this

with everything I have
to deal with right now.

[man] Troops, ten-hut!

At ease.

[Jordan] Colonel!

How's your
investigation coming?

I'm afraid
that's confidential.

That's okay.
We already know
who killed Sergeant Black.

In fact, we're looking at him.

We confiscated your clothes
at the base laundry,

and we found traces
of the sergeant's blood
on your pants.

How's it feel
letting your fellow soldiers
wear body armor

you know is defective,
and then murdering
one of them

just to cover
your ass for money?

What are you talking about?

The $2 million you pocketed
for bringing the contract
to Credle.

You knew the vests
were faulty and did nothing.

The war was supposed
to be over by now.

Before the vests
started to degrade.

Maybe you should've
given George W.

a heads-up on your timetable.

Please, get him out of here.

They'll try Colonel Wirth
in military court.

Credle will face
criminal charges

for accessory to
murder and fraud.

The captain's offered
to help me organize

a class action suit against
the Credle Corporation.

And I'm contacting parents
and spouses of soldiers

who were wearing vests
when they died.

All my research
is at your disposal.

And put me
on the stand, please.

Thank you for all your help.

I know I can't bring
your son back.

Christopher joined the Army
because he wanted to
make a difference.

Hopefully, this will.

Mr. Fulton.

Hi, Leo.

I'm Gina Hurst.

I'm your mother.

Hey.

Hey. When did you get out?

A few hours ago.

I meant to be out of here
before you got home.

My editor thought I could use
some time away.

He put me on a story in D.C.

I leave first thing
in the morning.

For how long?

Uh... Hard to say. Weeks.

Maybe months.

So...

You were right,

what you said at the jail.

I sabotaged this.

I guess I need to
figure out what I want.

I think you already know.

And what's really pathetic is,
I actually tried this time.

[voice breaks] I really tried.

I'm sorry.

It's not the first time
I've had my heart broken.

Probably won't be the last.

See you around, Cavanaugh.

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