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In the criminal justice system,

sexually-based offenses
are considered especially heinous

In New York City,

the dedicated detectives who investigate
these vicious felonies are members

of an elite squad known
as The Special Victims Unit.

These are their stories.

What name have you chosen?

Claire.

Claire, be sealed with
a gifted holy spirit.

- Peace be with you.
- And also with you.

What name have you chosen?

- Michael.
- Michael...

I thought Dickie chose "Peter"
as his confirmation name.

Saint Michael.
Patron saint of cops.

He's trying to please his father.

Like that's gonna get you guys
back together.

Hey, what do you say
we have lunch, huh?

P&G, get some burgers?

I'm a vegetarian.

Yeah? Since when?

Last summer.

Anyways, we're going to grandma's.

That's all right.

Tell you what, we'll do something
special next weekend, okay?

Sure.
Come on, let's go.

- Bye, dad.
- I love you.

It's still hard for them.

I know.

- Elliot.
- Father.

- Could I speak to you for a moment?
- Of course, Father.

Hey, tell them I want to say good-bye
to them before they go, okay?

Okay.

Nice service.

- Elliot, I need a favor.
- Name it.

I have a ministry at Haven house.

The hospice?

There's a dying man there.

Jud Tierney.
Lung cancer. End stage.

I'd like you to talk to him.

About what?

I can't say.

Did he confess something to you?

You know better than to ask me that.

Take it on faith.

Okay, I'm working the next four days.

So how about Friday?

He won't last that long.

Please?

- Mr. Tierney?
- Yeah, yeah, I'm still breathing.

As long as you're here,

get me another dish
of that yummy jell-O.

Who are you?

Detective Elliot Stabler, NYPD.

30 years I've been waiting for this day.

You almost missed me.

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Then Father Denis gave me up, eh?

In my day, priests could
keep their mouths shut.

No pun intended.

Couple of hail Marys,

good act of contrition,
go and sin no more.

You want to confess now?

Oh, don't I get a lawyer?

Sure, if you want one.

Depends.
What are you charging me with?

You really need me to tell you?

You don't know, do you?

You had me there.

Not bad, flatfoot.

So, uh, tell me,
what squad are you from?

- Special victims.
- You mean all victims aren't special?

- You want a beer?
- No.

We handle sex crimes.

Rape, kidnapping,

child abuse, homicide.

Sounds like Father Denis
sent me the right guy.

Well, look, if you want to talk,
I'm here to listen.

Don't rush me.

I'm not the one doing the rushing.
The way I hear it,

the man downstairs is rolling out
the red carpet for your arrival.

I'd expect nothing less.
He and I are old friends.

I gotta see my daughter.

You can bring her here.

- She know you're dying?
- Yeah.

Yeah, the doctors had to call her.

She hung up on me.

I got a lot of stuff I gotta get
off my chest, all right?

She deserves to hear it from me.

Please.

You bring her here, I'll,
I'll tell you everything.

Believe me, there's a lot to tell.

You run him through the system?

Yeah, there's no priors
under the name Judson Tierney.

But without fingerprints,
it could be an alias.

How about background?

He owns a house in Rego Park
free and clear.

He opened a locksmith shop, 1971.

He's worked there every day
since he got sick a year ago.

Financials?

Yeah, no credit card debt.

About $18,000 in his checking account.

All IRA, but there's nothing
to raise any red flags.

He ever been a suspect,
or a target of an investigation?

Nope, I called my buddy over at intel.

I checked. He's perfectly clean.

All right, you got that address
for the daughter?

I do.

Sheila Tierney-Dumont.
Schoolteacher, married, two kids.

- She's up on 83rd street.
- Thanks.

You know what?
I'll go with you.

You think he molested her, don't you?

No.

I think Father Denis
chose you for a reason.

With my luck, if Tierney
did abuse his daughter,

the statute of limitations
ran out a long time ago.

It's never too late to help a victim.

Residence of Sheila Tierney Dumont
423 West 83rd Street
Sunday, November 4

My life is none of your business.

That's true, but your father
doesn't have much time left.

Good.

Come back when the old bastard's dead.
I'll pop the champagne.

He's just trying
to clear his conscience.

Well, that's not my problem.

When's the last time you saw him?

- After my mom died. 1989.
- You just a kid?

I was 18.

Has he ever met your daughters?

Yeah, he went to their school,

inroduced himself on the playground.

When they told me...

I said if he ever came near them again,

they should scream and run to a teacher.

Sheila, did your father abuse you?

Uh, I'm not having this conversation.

I would like you to leave.

Okay.

If you change your mind.

And by the way,
your daughters are beautiful.

Wait.

Um...

there's a box in the basement
by the boiler.

I want you to take it to him.

Bon voyage present.

Greeting cards.
Looks like hundreds of them.

Return address is Rego park.

These are all from Tierney.

"Sheila, please forgive me."

Hundred bucks.

Same message.
Another hundred.

Wow, postmarked '89.

'94...
This one's from 2003.

Looks like one a week
ever since she cut him off.

If all these have money in them,

there's gotta be thousands of dollars here.

I don't want them.

Give it to charity.

There are some things money can't buy.

- Like forgiveness.
- Give up, detective.

I'm still not gonna talk about it.

There are some cards
addressed to your daughters.

They might want to read them someday.

Nope.

Get them out of my house.

You know, you've kept them
all these years.

How come you didn't
throw them away or burn them?

I was saving them up
for this very occasion.

I wanted to make sure he knew
I never read a single one.

I think he molested her.

I don't know.

Sheila reacted like a classic abuse victim.

She cut off all contact,
won't let him see her daughters.

The guy's done something wrong but...

he didn't seem like a perv.

Why is Tierney under your skin, El?

He's not.

Those greeting cards give us
his prints and saliva.

If his DNA's in the file
from unsolved crime, we got him.

Why don't we drop the cards off
at the lab and grab some dinner?

How about the cafeteria
at the Haven House?

You should meet Tierney.

Hey, did you find my daughter?

Come in.

Sheila.

This is Olivia.

Ah.

Kinda looks like my daughter.

I'm his partner.

What do you think,
this is some kind of joke?

You tell us.

Sheila wouldn't come, eh?

No.

Yeah, she's a tough kid.

My girl.

Little thing like her old man dying
ain't gonna soften her up.

Damn thing never works
when you need it.

Morphine drip.
I call it a pain in the ass.

Why doesn't he just knock me out?

Is that how you want
to spend your last days?

In a drug-induced coma?

Kinda sounds like my little girl.

- Feisty.
- I'll take that as a compliment.

Take it any way you want to take it.

So tell me, how's, uh,
how's my baby girl look?

Good.

Can I get a little more here?

She's beautiful.

So are your two little granddaughters.

Ashley and Lindsay.

God only knows where
she dug up those names.

One of them's got a birthday coming up.

I'll have to send her a card.

So tell me, Jud, what did you do?

What'd you do to Sheila?

- I hurt her.
- Yeah.

How'd you hurt her?

I'm sorry, baby.

I'm really sorry, I...

He's asleep.

Okay, that was the lab.

Must be finished processing the cards.

Why don't you go on?

I'll wait here. Maybe he'll wake up
and want to talk.

Crime Lab
One Police Plaza
Sunday, November 4

No shortage of evidence
to sample from this time.

I got great DNA off the envelope flap,

but he's not in the database.

I also lifted some beautiful prints.

Everybody handles a greeting
card the same way like a book.

Fingers on the outside,
thumbs on the inside.

Perfect way to get a full exemplar.

But we know who he is.

Did you know he had a record?

Liv ran Tierney's rap.
He's clean.

Only under the name Judson Tierney.

Prints were filed under Jake Tierney
when he was arrested back in 1956.

Burglary in Peoria.

Attempted burglary, st. Paul, '57.

Breaking and entering, El paso, '58.

So he never did more than six months.

Nothing in 50 years. Is that it?

No. Check out the money.

Yeah, they were old bills.
So what?

Look at the dates.

'58, '62.

- '69.
- Nothing newer than 1970.

There's no way those are in circulation.
He must have a stash.

Which is why I ran them
through the FBI currency watch list.

Got a hit.
Database gave us a case number.

Liv, I just found out
something very interesting.

I'm gonna head over to the FBI.
Is Tierney awake yet?

He's still asleep.

No, I'm not.

Call me if you get anything, okay?

Yeah.

Elliot putting in overtime
trying to figure this thing out?

I already know.

This is about Sheila.

You abused her, didn't you?

Now, I've done some
bad things in my time.

I love my daughter.
I'd never lay a hand on her.

Then why do you keep writing
"forgive me, Sheila?"

What kind of father molests
his daughter and then every year...

sends her a birthday card
to remind her?

I don't know what your dad
did to you, sweetie.

You need professional help.

I hope your partner's got more sense.

Detective Stabler?

I'm FBI agent Peters.

Nice to meet you.

Are you assigned to case 71210?

Numbers starting with "71"
were opened in 1971.

That agent's fishing for Marlin
in the Florida Keys by now.

So the case is closed?

I checked. It isn't.

If you've got a lead,
I'll take it.

Well, nothing concrete,

but there may be a connection
to an investigation I'm working.

Can you tell me about yours?

Two men who committed one of the longest
strings of unsolved bank robberies.

They were known as the Fedora bandits.

They've been on the most
wanted list for 47 years.

Beautiful morning, huh?

When you don't have many left,
you appreciate them more, I guess.

Like that storm we had last week.
You ever notice...

how clear the sky gets
just before a big storm?

It's like God is warning you,
saying "good things don't last."

Sounds like a guilty conscience talking.

Probably the morphine.

Oh, it's cold.

Well, would you like a blanket?

Sure, thanks.

How about your Fedora?

I'm impressed,
you two are quick.

Not that you got much time here.

So you ready to confess
to 21 armed robberies?

That's just the tip
of the iceberg, Elliot.

Come on, you don't think
that old story's the only one I got.

I went straight back in the stone age.

1971, the year Sheila was born.

First time I held Sheila,
everything was changed.

They were so small and so...

fragile.

I knew I, I had to protect her,

and I couldn't protect her
if I got myself locked up.

But Sheila found out what you did.

- That's why she hates you.
- You're wrong.

Sheila never knew anything about me.

So why won't she come here?

You know why I never got myself
picked up in those days?

Because I never talked about me
or my business to anybody.

And certainly never to a cop.

Even one as pretty as you, darling.

Okay, I'm done. I'm gonna
turn this over to the feds.

Let them waste their time.

The tip of the iceberg, Elliot.
Trust me on this.

- Where are you going?
- I'm tired.

The drugs kick my ass.
I gotta lay down.

Stick around, darling.

You never know when I might
feel like talking, eh?

Elliot.

How'd it go with Tierney?

He gave up the bank jobs.

I'm writing up the report for the feds.

That's all he told you?

You saying there's more?

Okay, Father, have a seat, please.

Now, maybe he spilled his guts to you,

but with me, this guy is a clam.

He's kept his silence a long time.

Old habits are hard to break.

With all due respect, I got 12
active cases sitting on my desk.

I don't have time to play
20 questions with Tierney.

His immortal soul is in danger.

Well, eternal damnation
is not a police matter.

It's not solely a spiritual matter.

You'd be saving an entire family.

That's a nice story.

So you knew nothing about the robberies?

No, but I'm not surprised.

- My dad's a pro at hiding things.
- Like what?

My whole life.

You know, you're an awful lot
like your father.

You hate him for keeping secrets?

You got plenty of your own.

When my mom died,

my dad, uh, wanted me to stay home,

go to college in Queens.

But I had to get out of that house.

I decided to go to Europe.
I had money saved.

All I needed was a passport,

but he wouldn't give me
my birth certificate.

So I picked the lock on the strongbox

where he kept all the family papers.

Right, but you don't
hate your father this much

'cause of some summer vacation.

The birth certificate...

listed my father as Judson Tierney

and my mother as Suzanne Mollinax.

But my mother's name was Lenore.

How'd he explain that?

He told me my mom
couldn't have children.

And he'd had an affair with Suzanne
and gotten her pregnant.

My parents...
never... hugged me.

They never said they loved me.

Well, that was the old-school Irish way.
My folks are the same.

Oh, no. It was not the same thing.

That house was nothing
but locked doors and silence.

It doesn't mean they didn't love you.

My father made my mother
raise his lover's child.

Every day, I was there
to remind them of his affair.

It's no wonder my parents
didn't touch me.

My mother probably hated me.

Look, I'm sure that's not true.

Well, I'll never know now, will I?

It's her choice, Elliot.

If Sheila doesn't want
to see her father,

you can't make her.

Yeah, and after he dies,
you don't think she'll regret it?

Maybe, maybe not.

Oh, come on, all you shrinks
talk about is closure.

"Every unhappy family
is unhappy in its own way."

Tolstoy, Anna Karenina.

Families are complicated.

Yeah, tell me about it.

All right, so Tierney.
How do we get him to talk?

You don't.
He'll talk to you when he's ready.

When he's ready?

Look, this guy is running out of time,
and quite frankly,

I'm running out of patience.

You can't rush Scheherazade.

What's that?

You ever read 1,001 Arabian nights?

Yeah, Ali Baba.
The flying carpets.

Scheherazade is the narrator.

She made up the stories for a king
who married a new virgin every night

and then cut off the head
of last night's bride.

When he married Scheherazade,

she told him a story so gripping

that he couldn't kill her
until he heard the end of the story.

But the story never finished,
it just went on and on.

Tierney's trying to stave off
death like Scheherazade.

With a story of bank robberies
and illegitimate children.

He's trying to hang on
to make peace with his daughter.

But, since his daughter won't come,

he needs Olivia to take her place.

She has, she's glued to his side.

I mean, she spent last night
watching him sleep.

No, that's his fantasy of a daughter.

In reality, Sheila's furious with him.

You saying Liv needs to get mad at him?

I'm saying that if she does,

Tierney will do whatever
he can to get her back.

Tierney, wake up. Let's go.

- Come on, wake up.
- Let me sleep.

Oh, trust me. There'll be plenty
of time for that soon enough.

Boy, you got a hell of
a bedside manner, doctor.

Tell me about Suzanne Mollinax.

She died. Long time ago.

She's also Sheila's birth mother.

My wife, Lenore, was Sheila's mother.

Like I told Sheila, "blood doesn't matter.
Only love matters."

Love?

You got a funny way of showing it.

Making your wife raise
another woman's kid?

I never made Lenore do anything.

She wanted a baby.
She couldn't get pregnant.

So why not adopt?

'Cause I was a convicted felon.

Nobody gives a baby to an ex-con.

I was a good father.

Yeah, you're such a devoted father,

why won't Sheila take any of your calls?

You can't hide from this.

All your secrets are coming out.

I just wanted to protect her.

Don't give me that.
You were trying to protect yourself.

You didn't want to go to prison.

I gotta tell you, Tierney.
This is getting really old.

Sheila doesn't want to hear your stories,
and quite frankly, neither do I.

I'm outta here.

You got a car?

St. Paul's Cemetery
Plattsburg, New York
Monday, November 5

This is where Lenore
was born and raised.

So this is where she deserves to stay.

I guess, uh, Sheila's been here.

What, the roses? Nah.

I used to bring them myself,
and, eh, the florist does it now.

I don't think she minds.

- I'll give you a minute.
- Hey, no, no.

It's all right.

I don't have to come up here
to talk to her.

Besides, you better start digging.

Dig up your wife's grave?

What are you, nuts?
Not the grave.

Nada.

Flowers. Look under the flowers.

No better place for burying a secret
than a boneyard, eh?

I always figured Lenore
would keep me from being tempted.

Keys.

To what?

Liv, there's gotta be
millions of dollars here.

Yep, Tierney's stash. I...

I found it.

Along with the other half
of the Fedora bandits.

See the scorching around the hole?

Close range, right in the heart.

Any idea how long
he's been down there?

Could be months, or years.

Mummification can occur
in a short period of time

if the body is maintained
at a steady, low temperature

without the degrading effects of sunlight.

Well, he wasn't killed recently.
The wide collar, short tie?

Classic '70s look.

Brings back memories.

Of what? You in diapers?

Bless your heart.

I also found these coins in his pocket.

Nothing dated after 1971.

I'd say that's as close as we're
gonna get to a time of death.

Makes sense.

1971, it's when the Fedora bandits
stopped robbing banks.

So you said you went straight
for Sheila's sake.

That's not true.

You killed your partner,
that's why you can't rob any more banks.

That I did.

What, no remorse?
Not even a tear?

Jack had it coming.

So you stuff his body in a trunk,
and you let it rot in your backyard.

Now that I regret.

Stunk up the place something fierce.

Told the neighbors there must have been
a dead cat in the storm drain.

What else was I gonna do?

Turn yourself in?

There were other people involved.

Innocent people.

Yeah, like Jack's family.

Jack didn't have any kids.

His wife was better off without him.

Besides...

thanks.

I made sure she was taken care of.

You ever think that maybe she would
want to know that he's dead?

Residence of Rita Colino
Long Island, New York
Monday, November 5

Girls, I'm a widow.

Congratulations.
You in this hand?

Deal me out.

I haven't even thought
about Jackass in years.

Do you know how Jack earned his living?

I know it probably wasn't
what he put on his income tax.

Whenever I got too curious,

he'd buy me another piece of jewelry.

Here, keep it.

Did you ever get curious
about why he disappeared?

Figured he ran off with his mistress.

You knew he was cheating.

It was a different time.

Nice Catholic girls
didn't get a divorce.

Although I considered it,
for the sake of the baby.

I didn't know you had kids.

I didn't.

Jack knocked a girl up.

And she wanted him to divorce me.

He never even asked.

He had his affairs,
he always came home to mama.

Well, if he never asked,
how'd you know about the baby?

'Cause his little tramp
shows up on my doorstep with it.

Begged me to let him go.

You remember the tramp's name?

It rhymes with "hunt."

Oh, and her real name?

Suzanne Mollinax.

You and Jack Colino were both
sleeping with Suzanne Mollinax.

So who's Sheila's biological father,
you or Jack?

Jack.

So why is your name
on her birth certificate?

I forged it.

Do me a favor, would you?
Give me a smoke.

Over in that drawer over there.
Top left.

Is that a joke?

What, is it gonna make me sick?

So if Sheila's not your kid,
how'd she wind up with you?

Eh, Sheila was about
a month old, I guess.

Yeah, about a month.
Jack calls me up.

He says he ran out of gas.

Said he needed me to bring a can
over to Suzanne's house.

I get there, she's dead.

Jack killed her?

Why?

Apparently she told him she was gonna
rat him out about the bank jobs

if he doesn't leave his wife.

Crazy son of a bitch.

He whacks her right there.

Way he sees it,
the problem is solved, right?

All he's gotta do now
is get rid of the body.

Can of gasoline.

He starts splashing the stuff
around all over the place.

I said, "wait, Jack.
What about the baby?"

He said, "to hell with her."

"To hell with her. Let her burn."

He makes a move towards the crib.

Got the gas can in his hand.

I shot him right through the pump.

So you took the baby.

What did you tell your wife?

I told her the truth.

Told her about Jack and Suzanne.

Bank jobs, the money, the whole thing.

She cried for about an hour, I...

Then she made me swear
that part of my life was over.

I locked up Jack and the money
in the bomb shelter.

I never looked back.

Why didn't you ever tell Sheila
that she was adopted?

What am I gonna tell her, huh?

I'm gonna tell her her birth mother
is a blackmailing tramp,

her father was a murderous thief?

And me, me? I killed him.

You didn't want her to hate herself.

Everything I did,
I did for Sheila.

And I'd do it again.

There's too many secrets,
too many lies.

Look, I killed a man.
I stole his kid.

Now I gotta answer for that, at least.

So arrest me.

Please.

Come on.

Did you leave your handcuffs at home?

Judson Tierney, you're under arrest
for the murder of Jack Colino.

And the kidnapping of Sheila Dumont.

You have the right to remain silent.

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

48 hours, you solve 21 bank jobs,
a murder, and a kidnap?

What, are you trying
to make us look bad?

Well, you know, for once,
Catholic guilt's a good thing.

I thought we Jews
had a corner in that market.

What are you doing here?

Shouldn't you be down
in federal plaza, gloating?

I gotta pull some paperwork
on the old cases

so I can write up
the charges on Tierney.

So what do you need?

Uh, 1971 arson/homicide
for Suzanne Mollinax.

Where's Olivia?

Guarding the prisoner.

Tierney insisted.
He wanted to go to central booking,

but his doctors wouldn't let him.

Elliot, you need to see this.

What do you got?

The Mollinax case was closed in 1972.

The ex-husband was convicted.

Mike Mollinax, two counts
of murder two, arson in the first?

Sing Sing Prison
Ossining, New York
Tuesday, November 6

September 17, 1971,

I was sitting on a bar stool at McFadden's.

Cops came in and arrested me
for killing Suzanne and the baby.

I told them I didn't do it.

But nobody believed me.

Why?

I was a mean drunk back then.

I didn't take it well
when Suzanne threw me out.

You mean you threatened her.

I'd get a load on,
go by the house, yell at her.

One time I said
I'd burn the place down

if I ever caught her with another man.

When I heard she died in a fire,

I knew the cops would be looking for me.

You ran.

I holed up with a girl I was banging.

We had a fight.

I beat her up.

She turned me in the next day.

So all they had you on was motive.

That's not much of a case.

I was a dirtbag boozehound
with a habit of beating on women.

It took the jury 20 minutes to convict.

Am I really gonna get out of here?

I'll get him out.

Wrongful convictions
make the whole system look bad.

So what do we have to do?

I'll draft the 440 motion
to set aside the conviction.

Get it put on the calendar
in a day or two.

Will Tierney be able
to testify at the hearing?

He's in pretty bad shape.

The doctors say he's not
gonna last too long.

Then I'll need an affidavit from his doctor,
testifying to his condition.

I can get a dying declaration
admitted as hearsay.

So I'll take a sworn statement
from Tierney.

Look, I gotta tell you,

I don't think he knew
about Mollinax's conviction.

No, no, if I knew Mollinax
was in prison for her murder,

I would've said something.

I checked, the papers didn't cover
his arrest or trial.

I, what, what do I gotta do
to make this right, huh?

I will swear you in,

and then we'll take
a recorded statement.

All right. Well, let's do it.

Come on, come on, let's go.

Come on, let's do it.

- Raise your right hand.
- Yeah.

Do you swear that the statement
you're about to make is the truth?

The whole truth...

and nothing but the truth,
so help you God?

- I do.
- Then let's begin.

Would you please state
your name for the record?

My name is Judson Martin Tierney.

Mr. Tierney, I want to
talk to you about events

that occurred on February 10th, 1971

at the home of Suzanne Mollinax.

Were you present at that location?

I was, yeah.

Why?

Jack called me here.

Jack who?

My partner. Jack Colino.

And why did Jack call you?

He, he wanted me to...

he wanted me to help him,
help him...

help him get rid of the body.

Mr. Tierney?

Mr. Tierney?

It's the morphine.
It makes him drift in and out.

You didn't tell me
he was on pain medication.

Well, it doesn't affect his memory.

No, but it makes anything
he says legally inadmissible.

Without this statement,
I can't get Mike Mollinax out of prison.

Mr. Tierney's in excruiciating pain.

I increased his morphine this morning.

How long before he wakes up?

Frankly, I'm hoping he won't.

Is there any way
you can bring him out of it?

Narcan would reverse
the effects of morphine,

but I can't administer it
without his consent.

There's no way he's doing that
as long as he's doped up.

I know it's a catch-22,
but Mr. Tierney chose that treatment.

I can't go against his wishes.

What about his next of kin?

His family could request the narcan.

Although it's my understanding
he's estranged from his only child.

But if Sheila Tierney came in here,
you'd have to honor her request?

Yes.

My real father...

killed my mother,

and wanted to kill me too.

Why didn't my dad tell me?

I think he was trying to protect you.

I will sign the papers.

I don't want an innocent man
to have to pay for his crimes.

Just promise me one thing.

Okay.

You tell my dad
that I didn't do it for him.

And sign here.

Okay.

Is that it?

Yeah, I'll administer the narcan now.

Your father will wake up right away,
if you want to see him.

What do you say?

Your choice.

I don't know.

Look, we both know
your father screwed up,

but he hid the truth 'cause
he didn't want to hurt you.

I mean, all I can tell you is I've done
the same thing with my kids,

and it was always
'cause I loved them.

He's coming out of it now.

Sheila?

I can't, I can't.

Hey, that's her.
That's my girl.

Yeah.

That's okay.
She'll be back.

Yeah. Yeah, sure she will.

Where's that DA?

She never finished taking my statement.

She's ready whenever you are.

Of course, she'd better make it quick.

Oh, god.

Sing Sing Prison
Ossining, New York
Tuesday, November 6

Detective?
Assistant warden McFarland.

You hear about Mike Mollinax?

You got the statement exonerating him
and the 440 hearings tomorrow.

I'm afraid you're too late.

We got a sworn statement.

It's 20 years too late.

Back in '85, we had
an incident in the B tier.

Aryan brotherhood
mixed it up with the Crips.

One of my officers got shanked
breaking up a fight,

a couple inmates got killed.

Mollinax was involved?

He committed one of the murders.

Old case might get tossed out,

but we're gonna file on him for homicide.

How can they book me now
after all these years?

No statute of limitations on murder.

Why didn't they charge me back then?

The way the warden explained it,
you were already doing life,

no need to clog up the courts.

Come on, man, there's gotta be
something you can do.

Hey, hey, take it easy.

Is Mollinax out?

Not yet.
There's been a little complication.

Why don't we start with you
telling me what happened?

I was coming back from chow,

and these Aryan freaks
jump a black guy.

His friends pile on.
All hell breaks loose.

I was just walking by,

and this black guy comes at me
with a six-inch shank.

I didn't even know the dude.

I tackle him, we both go down,

and he drops the shiv.

He was choking me out
when I grabbed the shiv and stabbed him.

In self-defense, man!
You gotta believe me.

Are you gonna help me?

If your story checks.

Just take it easy.

They better hurry.

My hands are tied.

Mike Mollinax committed murder.

I've got witness statements
from six people including prison staff,

all of them backing
the claim of self-defense.

I don't have jurisdiction
over crimes committed outside the city.

You could talk to the DA upstate.

I already did. He's backing
the warden's decision.

So Mollinax does 34 years
for a murder he didn't commit,

and now he's gonna do more time
for a murder he never would've committed

if he hadn't been locked up
in the first place?

Do you understand how crazy that is?

I know,

but legally, there's nothing I can do.

Do something, Casey.

We're still waiting on the word.

Jud...

Jud, listen to me.

I promise you, I promise you
we're gonna get Mollinax out.

Okay.

You don't have to fight anymore.

- Rest.
- No.

No, not now. 'cause...

I gotta see this through, I gotta...

You want me to ask the governor
for a pardon?

I'll make the request.
I just need you to get him on the phone.

He'll take your call.

You guys have been friends
since law school.

And as a friend,

I would have to advise him
against getting involved.

The upstate DA has every right
to try Mollinax for murder.

The governor can't
circumvent his authority.

So we let an innocent man rot in prison?

That's not what I'm saying.

But there is a solution.

Mollinax has to serve time
for the murder he committed.

Yeah, he's already done 35 years.

I'm not suggesting he stay in prison.

The governor pardons Mollinax
on condition

that he pleads guilty to the prison murder,

and gets sentenced to time served.

So the upstate DA and
the warden get what they want,

- and Mollinax goes home.
- Well done.

I will get you in to see the governor.

The rest is up to you.

Office of the Governor
Albany, New York
Wednesday, November 7

This is taking too long.
Tierney's not gonna make it.

Maybe we should tell him Mollinax is out
so he can die in peace.

I'm not gonna lie to the guy.

He wouldn't know.

I would.

Ms. Novak, the governor's agreed
to grant your request.

Thank you.

Liv, we got it.
See you soon.

Jud.

Wake up.

Jud.

Is he out?

Yeah.

Good, that's good.

Hey, do me a favor, will you?

Stick around.

Not gonna be long.

I'm not going anywhere.

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