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(Gun firing)

JOE: Previously
on Memory of a Killer...

DAVE: That contusion

on Henry Bloch's head was
pre-mortem.

Looks like Henry
Bloch was murdered.

ANGELO: Where would he
take the bullets

once he picks them up
from here?

He mentioned something
about an old power plant.

(Gun firing)

Who paid the Ferryman to
kill my daughter?

LEO:
It was personal.

JOE:
Did you get a new phone?

Decrypt this without

losing the incoming calls and
the outgoing calls.

Okay, Leo. Let's see who you've
been talking to.

NICKY ON PHONE:
Leo?

AGENT GRANT:
Your father's reaction

on the day of the shooting,
that was remarkable.

He was in the military.

JOE: Angelo, come on.
We got to go.

ANGELO: I killed him
for you, Michael.

What are you talking about?

ANGELO: You had said
if we'd caught it earlier,

there were treatments
that could help.

(Somber music plays)

♪

PRIEST: What is
the nature of your burden?

Lately... I've had
doubts, Father.

What kind of doubts?

About who I am.

About what I do.

I'm afraid I might end up...
hurting the people close to me.

Sin takes many forms,
my son.

What do you do?

I kill people.

For money.

Some sins are...

crimes of passion,
desperation.

But what you describe--

Is what?

The Church teaches that all
sin can be forgiven,

but the sinner
must truly repent,

must make amends.

What about sins against
children, Father?

Oh, they are among
the gravest.

What about you?

Are you making amends?

Uh... I...

I don't understand what
you're asking.

Francisco Rivera.

That name ring a bell?

Uh, I don't know
what you've heard.

There were others. Dozens.

You talk about repentance,

about making amends.

This is your chance.

Confess what you've done.

There's nothing to confess.

They need someone to blame
for their troubled children.

(Sighing) This is your
last chance, Father.

You don't understand
what it's like.

The loneliness,
the isolation.

I-- I tried to resist.

- I-- I prayed.
- (Racking slide)

No. No. No. No.

No! No! No! No! That's not--

(Gun firing)

(Sighing)

♪

(Tense music playing)

(Phone ringing out)

NICKY ON PHONE:
Leo?

Leo, where the hell
have you been?

I've been calling you
all day.

Leo?

(Phone ringing out)

NICKY (Echoing):
Leo? Leo,

where the hell
have you been?

I've been calling you
all day.

Leo?

Hello? Hello?

Leo? Leo, where
the hell have you been?

I've been calling you
all day.

(Echoing)
Leo? Leo?

(Tense music playing)

(Phone ringing out)

- (Tones beeping)
- RECORDED VOICE: We're sorry.

You have reached a number that
has been disconnected

or is no longer in service.

WOMAN ON PHONE:
Neurological Associates.

- How may I help you?
- Yes.

I'd like to
make an appointment.

WOMAN ON PHONE: What's
the nature of your appointment?

ANGELO: Um, I'm-- I'm having
memory issues.

I'd like to talk to
the doctor about that.

WOMAN ON PHONE:
No problem, sir.

- Are you a new patient?
- Yes.

WOMAN ON PHONE:
When can you come in?

As soon as possible.

- (People chattering)
- (Phones ringing)

- Henderson.
- Hey.

I've got some updates
for you on Henry Bloch.

So, since the blood splatter
analysis came back,

we've been working through
everything else we collected,

and... we found fibers,
up on the bridge.

They don't match anything
Bloch was wearing.

When Bloch fought back, he must
have grabbed his attacker.

The fibers transferred.

It's a high-end wool blend.

Actually, it's-- it's even
better than that.

It's Italian wool,
very expensive Italian wool,

the kind that only maybe
high-end designers would use.

- Can you trace it?
- To identify the exact garment,

the specific manufacturer,

we'd need more than
just the fibers.

- Okay. Like what?
- Uh, zipper, trim, padding,

something that would give us
a manufacturer's signature.

Without that,
we know it's expensive,

but we can't narrow it
down to who made it.

Alright.
What else you got?

We expanded
a perimeter search,

moved further away from
the bridge, and found this.

It's Bloch's phone. Must have
fallen out of his pocket

as he was dragged through
the woods.

We got into his records,

but the encryption
on these communications,

it's sophisticated.

How sophisticated?

Multiple payments
made to Bloch,

routed through channels
we can't access.

DAVE:
Offshore routing.

Layered access protocols.

Whoever did this
knew what they were doing.

This is someone
with resources, knowledge,

and someone who knew how
to cover their tracks.

You think Bloch was
receiving orders?

Had to.

I want you to keep
working on these fibers.

I need to know everything--

brand name, price point,

where it's sold, everything.

HENDERSON:
Yeah. On it.

(Car horns honking)

MAN: The MRI shows atrophy in
the main memory areas.

Combined with your
cognitive assessments

and your family history,

we're likely looking at early
onset Alzheimer's disease.

How long do I have
before, uh...

- ...you know?
- Before you can't remember

your address, your birthday?

That's what everyone
wants to know.

It could be...

three years.

Could be ten. Everyone
progresses differently.

What can I do?

Well, there's two
different medicines

we could try.

One is a pill.
Boosts your memory.

But your symptoms
will only improve a little.

(Doctor clearing throat)

And the other?

The other is more aggressive.

It's an intravenous medication,
but it's not a cure.

It only slows the progression
of the disease.

It doesn't arrest it.

What other symptoms
should I be aware of?

Well, there are
really two buckets,

cognitive and behavioral.

Cognitive symptoms
include memory loss...

...difficulty
making decisions...

JB: You're the only one
he'll listen to!

I don't deserve to die!

DOCTOR: ...finding one's
way around.

And the behavioral?

Anxiety.

ANGELO: I worked so
hard keeping Maria safe.

DOCTOR:
Frustration.

Nothing is going
to jeopardize that.

DOCTOR: Increased levels
of suspicion.

Leo?

What other... treatment
options are there?

DOCTOR: Well, there are
some clinical trials

that aren't yet FDA-approved,

but they've
shown promising results.

How promising?

Angelo, I'm going to
be frank with you.

There's really
nothing you can do

to stop the progression
of the disease.

It's just the unfortunate
reality of Alzheimer's.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

(Somber music playing)

DOCTOR:
Uh, Angelo, one more thing.

ANGELO:
Yes?

Do you have a family?

I have a daughter.

Good. A support
system is essential.

You're going to want to
talk to someone,

someone you can be
totally honest with.

Thank you.

(Ominous music playing)

♪

(Gun firing)

MAN 1:
Cease fire!

MAN 2:
Alright, weapons down!

Safe to check your targets!

Back for more
practice, huh, Maria?

Yeah. Yeah.
I'm trying to get better.

DEREK: Yeah. You're taking my
advice on your stance, too.

Yeah. It's helped a lot.
Um--

You alright?

Yeah. Just, uh,
can I ask you something?

Let's say someone
was looking

for something pretty
basic, reliable,

and let's say

they didn't want to wait six
months for a permit.

- Mm-hmm.
- Well, does anyone ever

pay for those in cash
or something like that?

Yeah. Sure.
It's possible.

Anything's possible.

What's the rush?

Just trying to
protect my family.

Okay.

There's a big difference
between shooting one of these,

uh, paper targets
and human flesh.

You know that, right?

- I know that.
- Okay.

See, here's the thing.

You're in your house.
It's 3:00 in the morning.

Your hands are shaking,
and they will be shaking.

It doesn't matter how
much you practice.

And you got
two seconds to decide

whether or not
the person coming toward you

is actually there to hurt you.

Yeah, two-- two seconds,

and if you pull
that trigger,

there's going to be blood
on the floor, on your walls.

But here's the thing
nobody tells you.

That person?

They've got a favorite song.

Yeah. A mother.

A whole universe
inside their head.

Memories, dreams,

You know, stupid jokes
they tell.

And in one second,
you end it,

all of it, forever,

because you decided.

But if someone breaks
into my house--

Yeah. Yeah. If. If.
And maybe you're right.

Maybe they were
going to hurt you,

but you'll never
know for sure.

Right?

And you got to
live with what you did,

with being the person
who ended a life,

who had that power
and used it.

Don't bring that
into your world

unless you're ready for
all of it to be real,

not an idea.

Real.

(Tense music playing)

(Sighing)

HANNAH: It was a virtual war.

She said two was plenty,

but her husband
always wanted three.

(Children chattering)

Like he should get a say.

Right?
So, finally, she caves,

and at the 12-week checkup,
she gets the dreaded news.

No. Twins.

(Both laughing)

Poor Jenny.

Emma looks so happy.

She is, finally.

You both seem like you're
doing really well.

Something change recently?

I think I'm finally getting out
of a bad situation at work.

(Phone buzzing)

- (Chiming)
- HANNAH: Who's that?

Uh, nobody.

It's, um, a guy that
I've been seeing.

HANNAH: That's
great. A nice guy?

NICKY:
I think so.

HANNAH:
But?

It all got complicated.

(Pensive music playing)

It's been a long week.
That's all.

You ever think about
slowing down the work thing?

Why do you ask?

I don't know.

I guess the last
few times I've seen you,

you've seemed... kind
of distracted,

like your mind was
somewhere else.

Well--
(Clearing throat)

--selling copiers
doesn't sound stressful,

but you would be surprised.

NICKY:
Hmm.

What?

You know
that thing you said

about cleaning your
gun with lithium

at low temperatures?

I'm not a gun expert,
but I looked it up.

It's not really
how lithium works.

You looked it up?

(Chuckling)
That's sweet.

I didn't realize you
cared so much

about my gun
maintenance routine.

I care about you.

I care about you, too.

And I can tell when someone's
covering up something

and won't admit it.

What are you talking about?

Okay. This is going to sound
like a strange comparison,

but my mom finally
quit drinking

when she was 62.

Took her that long to
admit she had a problem.

What are you...

For a long time, I watched
her mind play tricks on her.

She'd insist she'd told
me something she never said,

or-- or she'd forget whole
conversations we had.

Little things that just
didn't add up,

like saying lithium works
at low temperatures

when it doesn't.

I'm fine.

You sure?

Yes.

I just want you to
know I'm here, Angelo,

if you ever need to talk.

(Angelo chuckling)

(Italian music playing)

(Beeping)

- Forty-nine.
- Mm.

(Beeping)

Ah. Fifty.

I love cash.

Cash is king.

I miss the days when
everything was in cash.

- I'm sure you do.
- Yeah. Well, so, Dutch,

he wants to keep
this clean, right?

No receipts, no paper
trail, no nothing.

How much are we talking?

We got 50 large
for each cop.

- Not cheap.
- (Scoffs)

Trust me. It's
worth every penny.

Where is Dutch, anyway?

JOE: He's away visiting
colleges with his kid.

- Hey, Angelo.
- Where were you?

ANGELO:
Just talked to Dutch.

Got our next job.

Thought you were
here to wash dishes.

(Eddie laughing)

- What's going on?
- EDDIE: Dutch gave us this

- for the slush fund.
- Oh.

He wants to get a few cops over
in the 35th on the payroll,

you know? Eyes shut,
mouths closed.

Just another day in
the office, huh, Eddie?

Community outreach.
It's part of the job.

- Good to see you.
- See you, Angelo.

- See you, Joe.
- See you.

Thanks, man.

ANGELO:
What?

That last job, you want to
talk about what happened

- at the end there?
- Nothing to talk about.

Job is done.
End of story.

Yeah. No. Just, you seemed
a little, you know--

ANGELO: What?

JOE:
Nothing.

We've got work.

Our target, Gene Hanson.

He cleans money for
the Russians in Coney Island,

or he did until he stuck
a knife in their backs.

DA got to Hanson,

convinced him to flip.

Yeah? Why aren't
the Russians locked up, then?

Well, the DA wants to
milk him for press, right?

Get him on live TV,

show the world that he's
tough on crime.

Got you. So once the dog
and pony show's over,

the immunity deal is inked,

and Hanson turns
state witness.

That's why we need
to get to him first.

Okay, but isn't Hanson under
guard around the clock?

He is. That's why we need to do
this during the interview.

After that, we lose
him forever, and then

they're gonna just stick him in
witness protection.

Wait. Dutch wants us
to kill this guy on camera?

Mm-hmm. Thursday.
2:00 PM, live.

- (People chattering)
- (Phones ringing)

(Knocking)

- Jeff, is Maria--
- She's fine.

We need to talk.

What's going on?

Maria won't talk to me

about what's going on
with the investigation,

so I'm asking you directly,

is my wife in danger?

- We're still investigating.
- That's not an answer.

- Jeff, it's--
- Should I be worried,

yes or no?

Sit down.

This case is complicated.

There are layers that I'm
still trying to understand.

I just want to be able
to help, you know?

I-- I've been thinking about
hiring someone.

- Someone?
- Private investigator.

My uncle does
that kind of work.

Maybe it could be useful.

Jeff, I get it, but bringing
in someone else right now

could really
complicate things.

You mean it could compromise
the investigation?

It could. If your guy
starts asking questions,

digging around, it's
going to make it harder

for me to do my job.

Okay.

Look. I know...
you and Maria dated,

and I can tell you
still care about her.

I see the way
you look at her.

I need to know. Are you making
decisions about this case

based on what's best for
the investigation

or what's best for Maria?

Both.

I've been feeling
like I'm losing her.

Since the shooting,
it's just, she's...

she's keeping things
from me.

Give her time.

I can't just sit around,
Dave, while she's in danger.

- What--
- Maybe this will help.

The FBI is involved now,

which means we have access
to all their resources,

some of their best people.

Trust me. Your family
is in good hands.

Okay.

But if you need
anything from me,

just let me know.

I will.

And for what it's worth,

I'm glad
it's you on this case.

I'm glad
it's someone who cares.

JOE: Hanson is
one paranoid bastard.

Lives in an ultra-secure
high-rise in Midtown.

Honestly, I've never seen
a security system like it.

So how are you going
to get into the apartment?

I can't get in. Seriously,
I don't know what to tell you.

I've worked through every
single situation and scenario.

It's impossible.

Impossible? That's the answer
you want to go with?

I suppose
there must be a way,

so I'll keep trying.

ANGELO:
Yeah.

But you know, what
if I couldn't?

Couldn't what?

Find a solution.

What's your point?

No. I'm just
wondering, you know.

What did you do...

How would you do
this without me, I guess?

Would you like to find out?

No. I'm just saying,
you know,

years of taking
apart phones,

coding,
breaking and entering--

I sort of provide a service
to you at this point, don't I?

Are you feeling
underappreciated,

like you need some credit?

No.

Maybe.

Look. I know you've
got daddy issues,

but I'm not your old man.

I'm not here
to hand out hugs.

Shut up, do your
job, and be grateful

you're no longer mopping
the employee bathroom.

Okay? That enough
credit for you?

JOE:
Mm-hmm.

And find a way in.

(Door slamming open)

AGENT GRANT:
Detective.

Thanks for coming
in on short notice.

I-- I just have
a few questions,

just some things which have
bothered me since day one.

Please.

Shoot.

Why did you guys show
up at the hospital

less than 24 hours
after Maria was shot?

Unless the FBI
was already watching.

We were. Henry Bloch
was a person of interest.

We've been tracking his
movements for months.

Tracking him for what?

Bloch worked
for multiple clients.

Organized crime,
corporate espionage.

He wasn't the only one we
were investigating.

So whoever hired him--

Oh, could have been anyone
with money, connections.

Why Maria?

(Sighing)

Has Maria's family ever been
involved with anything

that might draw this
kind of attention?

I mean, business disputes,

legal issues?

No. Nothing like that.

Maria's mother died
in an accident?

Drunk driver.

Yeah. It must have been
devastating for Maria's father

to lose his wife like that

and then to nearly
lose Maria, too.

What are you getting at?

I'm talking
about motive, Detective.

Who loves Maria so deeply

that they would do
something like that?

Her husband?
Her father?

Wait.
Are you suggesting--

Well, Angelo Flannery was
former military, wasn't he?

Yeah, but that doesn't--

That kind of skillset doesn't
just go away.

If someone he loves
is in danger--

(Scoffs) Angelo Flannery
is not a suspect.

He's a grieving
husband, a civilian.

He's a good man,

and the idea that
he could have--

I'm sorry. That's absurd.

Well, I'm just looking at
all possible scenarios.

His daughter was shot.

Henry Bloch
tried to kill her,

and now, Bloch is dead.

Listen. I, um-- I'm going
to have my team put together

everything that we have
on Bloch's network,

his known associates,
previous jobs.

We're going to share all
of that with you.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

Look. I know you're
a friend of the family,

and I really do hope that,
uh, I'm wrong about Angelo.

I hope that this
investigation leads

entirely in
a different direction,

but I wouldn't be doing my
job if I didn't look

at every lead, no matter how
uncomfortable it might be.

(French jazz playing)

♪ Je ne veux
pas travailler ♪

♪ Je ne veux pas déjeuner ♪

(Nicky chuckling)

How do you imagine
your life in 10 years?

Where do you think you'll be?

In 10 years?

Retired,
laying on a dock...

hopefully still breathing.

(Both laughing)

Oh, I have to make a call.

- Everything okay?
- Yeah, it's fine.

I just have to finish up
this business call.

One second.

♪ Je ne veux pas déjeuner ♪

♪ Je veux
seulement oublier... ♪

(Beeping)

RECORDING:
Please enter your password.

Yeah.

Thursday. City Island.

The old shipyard.

Pier 12. Yes.

Midnight.

Yeah, I know
it's tricky and risky.

Well, he...

But if he has what he
says he has...

RECORDING:
To check your voicemail,

please enter your password.

He has proof.

The Ferryman and who
his identity really is.

RECORDING:
Goodbye.

(Beeping)

I'll see you at 12:00.

(Jazz song continues)

- Sorry about that.
- Everything good?

Yeah, it's all good.

It's a, uh...

boring business call.

Where were we?

You were just telling me
that retirement plan.

- You want me to continue on?
- Yes, please.

JOE: I was able to hack
into Hanson's system.

Looked through
mountains of footage,

including about six hours of
this guy without pants

I wish I could unsee.

But I finally got something.

I found these on
Hanson's bedside table.

It's Sotalol and Amiodarone.

Heart meds.

JOE: Very good,
but not just that.

You see this?

See that scar
on Hanson's chest?

The little bulge right
next to it,

that is a characteristic
of an ICD.

It's an implantable
cardioverter-defibrillator,

sensitive to
certain frequencies.

All we got to do
is give him a jolt.

- Cardiac arrest.
- And you can do that?

As long as I get this
within two feet of him.

It's an RF transmitter.

How do we get access
to Hanson, though?

You need to get on Hanson's
sound team for the interview,

and then I'm going to need
security credentials.

JOE: The clearance my guy
got us isn't that deep,

but it should be good.

Should be?

You been on a TV set before?

(Chattering)

No. Why?

Trust me. A lot of people
standing around doing nothing.

They won't even
know we're there.

(Tense music playing)

After you.

Ah.

♪

You mind hitting the studio?

You're building
security, right?

Yep.

Which one?

What?

East or west?

We're shooting
in both today.

Uh... floor 23.

(Beeping)

- HANSON: Hey, where we going?
- Dressing room, Mr. Hanson.

It's totally secure.

(Tense music playing)

ANGELO: Only 13 minutes to
get in the dressing room

and switch out the mics.

I'll follow Hanson.

Find the mics.
Get to work.

- Copy.
- ANGELO: Mm-hmm.

♪

(Chattering)

ANGELO (Over radio):
What's going on?

Looking.

Bingo.

JOE (Over radio):
Got eyes on the mics.

ANGELO:
We got nine minutes.

Hey, sorry.

Man, Reggie needs me to,
uh, check those lavs again.

Check them for what?
The batteries are all hot.

Yeah. That's what I told
him. I don't know. Levels.

- Levels?
- Levels.

I mean, you want
to stick around

and deal with this nonsense,
be my guest,

but they got
fresh donuts at crafty.

Okay. Knock yourself out.

JOE:
Switching out mics now.

ANGELO (On radio):
Eight minutes.

I got the transmitter
into our mic.

Is it labelled?
(Clearing throat)

No. I'm good. I know
which one it is.

Hi, Mr. Hanson.
Nice to meet you.

Thank you.
Thanks for having me.

- Great having you here.
- Thank you.

Hanson's going into
the dressing room now.

He just greeted the host.

JOE (On radio): Copy.
Four minutes to go.

Is the room clear for entry?

Give me a second. Security
just stopped someone

in the loading
dock with a weapon.

They were asking
what floor Hanson was on.

They have him detained,
but they need backup.

I can cover the door for
you if you need me to.

Stairwell?

Yeah. Right this way.

Wait. What loading bay
doors are we--

Get on your knees.
Put your hands on your head.

Whoa.
What are you doing, man?

MICHAEL:
Angelo, wait.

Are you sure
you want to do this?

Angelo...
what did this guy do?

(Distant clanging)

No.

(Suppressed shot firing)

(Thumping)

(Suppressed shot firing)

JOE (On radio):
Hey, did you hear me?

Am I clear?

ANGELO:
Yeah. Clear.

(Chattering)

I'll be right there.

HOST:
Are you okay?

HANSON:
Yeah. Yeah. I'm fantastic.

After this,
I get full immunity,

witness protection, and a
beach house in the Caribbean.

HOST: That's... one way
to look at it.

HANSON: (Scoffs) Sweetheart,
I played 'em all.

Sometimes the smartest guy in
the room actually wins.

(Footsteps approaching)

Sound's here.

Mr. Hanson, let's get
you mic-ed up.

- (Grunting)
- ID.

Hey, listen. He's with us.

- Can we move this along?
- Yeah.

HOST: We're going
to air in two minutes.

- BOTH: Yeah.
- Of course.

Apologies, Mr. Hanson.

Here. Get you, uh,
standing, wired up.

HANSON: Okay

JOE: Here we go.

HOST:
Good evening, New York.

Tonight we have
an extraordinary guest,

Gene Hanson,

the financier whose name has
long been whispered

in connection with organized
crime's most powerful figures.

But after years of moving
money with the mob,

he's made
the difficult decision

to cooperate
with law enforcement.

He's here tonight to bring
his former associates

to justice.

Mr. Hanson, welcome.

- (Beeping, powering up)
- Thank you. (Gasping)

HOST:
Mr. Hanson, are you okay?

- MAN: He's in cardiac arrest!
- Oh, my God!

- (People gasping)
- Mr. Hanson?

WOMAN: What's going on?

(People chattering excitedly)

(Tense music playing)

Hey.

(Ominous music playing)

(Guns firing)

- (Woman screaming)
- ANGELO: You okay?

Stay with her!

(Firing)

(Knocking on glass)

(Door opening)

- Hey.
- DEREK: Hi.

(Door closing)

You sure about this?

- Yup.
- Okay.

You never know who you are,

whether you can
really use it,

until that moment comes, eh?

Thank you.

And I hope
you never find out.

(Sighing)

(Italian jazz music
playing)

ANGELO:
Time to celebrate.

Ready for a drink?

So, how did you know
which mic it was?

I didn't.

JOE:
What?

I guessed.

You-- you--
you guessed?

One in three. It's
better than nothing.

Angelo, those are
terrible odds.

You can think you
have the perfect plan,

accounted for
every variable,

but that is not
how life works.

There's always the X factor.

Sooner or later, something
always goes sideways.

So you make a choice.

Any choice
is better than none.

Well, what if
you'd been wrong?

ANGELO:
Well, then we, uh, improvise.

We create a diversion.

Find a way.

When the bodyguard knocked
the mics to the ground,

you kept your head.

Most people see chaos,
and they freeze.

That's when we need to
see opportunity.

(Clinking)

You'll lock up?

- Yeah. No. I got it.
- I got to go.

Good job today, Joe.

Thanks.

(Pensive music playing)

"Good job today, Joe."

(Turn signal beeping)

(Tense music playing)

♪

ANGELO:
Okay. Here we go.

(Car door opening, closing)

Come on, Nicky.

Who did you tell?

(Car door closing)

(Laughing)

WOMAN: Are you sure
no one comes here?

MAN:
Yeah. (Laughing)

(Woman laughing)

(Ominous music playing)

Here's everything
from his last visit.

I could lose my license.
I could lose my practice,

everything I've built.

Keep giving me what I need,

or you'll lose a lot
more than your license.

(Tense music playing)

(Exhaling)

(Sighing)

I went down there,
to your bridge,

where they found the body.

I poked around like
you asked me to.

- And?
- (Rattling)

UNCLE:
Went down there after dark.

Ducked the police tape.
Did my own sweep

of the area where
the guy got killed,

- and I found something.
- A button.

It's not just a button.
You understand?

That button came
from a fancy jacket.

Who's wearing something like
that out there on that bridge?

(Tense music playing)

So, how could they miss
something like this?

They searched the scene right
after they found the body,

but there was a storm that
week, remember?

Water was high.

The visibility was crap.

And I found it stuck
in some tree roots

right under the bridge.

JEFF:
But it's just a button.

I mean, how does that
help us find the killer?

(Clucking tongue)

(Sighing)

(Theme music playing)