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How you doing?

Good morning.

(indistinct chatter)

WOMAN: Help! Help!

Help! Help! Someone call the police, please!

Help!

Somebody help!

(sobbing)

(whistling sigh)

WOMAN: Found it.

(chuckles)

It was behind the English muffins.

(both chuckle)

$4.25...

No, the yogurts are on sale.

No, only the tropical medley.

The honey and oats are three for two. (cell phone ringing)

- No, that sign is very misleading. - Hey, Al.

It looks like everything's on sale three for two.

- Sorry. I'm sorry. Where? - So I think

I should get three for two.

No, I... I can't hear...

All right, I'm on... I'm on my way. It's just...

Maybe I should call my manager.

Maybe you should scan these all again...

Okay, hang on a second. You know what? No need. No need.

Let me call you right back.

All right, bye. You got the orange juice

for $6.95, you got the frozen waffles at $3.80,

you got your two paper towels at $2.80 apiece,

your raisin wheat at $5.61,

you got your triple peach yogurt at $4.25--

and I'm sorry, it's not on sale--

you got your tile cleaner at eight bucks,

your rosemary chicken breasts-- $4.44 a pound

for 1.87 pounds--

which gives you a grand total

of $42.31. $42.31.

There you go.

20 bucks. Keep the change.

Have a great day.

We'll take the apartments in this building.

You canvass the adjacents.

Looks like our perp forced his way in through the rear,

so we're looking for anyone hanging around

where they shouldn't be.

Hi.

Good morning, Wells.

You, uh, running out of wardrobe?

You wore those jeans like, what, five, six days ago?

No, I didn't.

True.

But I made you think about it, and that makes me happy.

Oh, that's sad. What do we got?

Mary Hansen, 27.

Legal Aid attorney.

A friend came by to go jogging,

found the body.

Time of death near 2:00 a.m.

Perp probably broke a back window,

then left through the front door.

(camera shutters snapping)

Blunt-force trauma?

ROE: Panties removed.

Maybe sexual assault.

Let's try and get the M.E. to make this a priority, okay?

Always.

ROE: I got a friend in Legal Aid.

Subpoena for her client list will take forever.

I'll try to get something out of him

while we're waiting. - Okay.

AL: Woman who called it in

is sitting in an RMP outside.

We should talk to her, see if there's

a hotheaded boyfriend in the picture.

Well, there are two bedrooms.

One's all flowers and pillows.

The other one's sweaty gym socks.

- She has a male roommate. - Yeah.

Well, it's awfully early in the morning.

Where is he?

Hey, Archer, can I have a bag, please?

I've got fiber.

Okay, so there's no cameras in the alley

that might have caught our perp coming or going.

Any illegal backdoor cameras?

Uh, not that I saw.

Uh, but 'cause of the rain last night,

there was a muddy boot print in the concrete.

Uh, CSU's going to lift it, then photo it.

Well, I got a fabric sample,

so maybe we hang around here long enough,

we can pull together a whole outfit.

Hi. I'm Detective Burns.

This is Detective Wells.

Laura.

You told the uniformed officer you and Mary were going jogging?

When I got here, the... the door wasn't closed,

so I went in and...

Any thoughts

about who we should talk to?

Did she have a boyfriend?

Was there an angry neighbor, client from work?

No.

Uh, not that I know of.

What about her roommate, the big guy?

Uh, big socks.

Kevin?

They've lived together about a year or so.

I don't... I don't really know him that well.

And they were just roommates?

She wasn't looking for anything else.

She told me recently she thought he was sort of into her.

Well, did she tell him she wasn't interested?

I don't know.

She moved in with him because he made her feel safe.

You know, with her job, she thought having

a court officer around-- a big guy like Kevin--

he'd be able to protect her if... if anything ever happened.

Do you know where

we might, uh... where we might find him?

She threw a dinner party last night

for one of our law school buddy's birthdays.

Kevin was out with a friend.

The guy showed up about... 10:30.

Said that Kevin had gotten drunk

and was sleeping it off in his car.

I never actually saw him.

What's this Kevin's last name?

McMillan.

Thanks.

Making any progress on your sister's case?

Convenience store suspect?

Uh... lot of dead ends.

You know, I... I keep

trying to remember the exact store.

I mean, I know I must have been there with my mom.

Problem is, before Rachel's murder,

my memories aren't sharp; they're just...

Just like the rest of us?

Yeah.

I often wonder,

how do you mere mortals possibly manage?

We write stuff on our hands.

- Oh. - I'll get Nina

on the dinner guests, see if they can help.

The roommate is six-four.

Well, there you go.

Drunk big guy with a crush.

That's a country song

with a bad ending. Drives a blue Blazer.

I'll get Roe to put out a Finest Message.

Wait a second. Did you say blue Blazer?

Don't bother.

He's around the corner.

Kevin McMillan!

- I'll 10-85 a slim jim. - No, no, no.

There's no need for that.

There you go.

You Kevin McMillan?

- Yeah. - Come on. Come on.

(groans)

Did you kill Mary Hansen?

Mary?

Did you kill her?

Mary's dead?

Did you kill her?

I don't know.

I don't know...

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If you can afford a lawyer, one will be provided

for you without cost. Do you understand

these rights as I've explained them?

I would never hurt Mary.

- Just answer the question. - I would...

Do you understand these rights

as I've explained them? - Yeah.

What happened to your hand?

I don't know.

Tell us about last night.

I was... I was with my friend,

Joe... uh, Joe... Joe Williams.

And we... we went barhopping.

I had some shots at Lucif's,

and they hit me pretty hard and...

And then Joe... Joe took my keys.

That's... that's all I remember.

So Joe drives you home, parks the car.

You remember getting out of the car?

No.

What happened to her?

We don't know.

- But you're sure she's dead? - Yeah, we're sure.

Roommate's sticking to his story.

He blacked out. We woke him up.

No idea what happened in between.

NINA: I took some blood

off his hand,

and it looks like it's not Mary's.

He could have cut it breaking that back window.

I ran him through the system.

I pulled his sheriff's department application.

No record.

He's been a bailiff for three years.

Before that, security at Macy's

and assistant manager at White Castle.

Uh, how far back do you want to go?

I think slider cook is far enough.

Run a blood tox

so we can find out how drunk

he really was last night.

He gave me a list

of Mary's friends, some of their numbers,

plus the cell for Joe,

guy he was hanging out with last night.

I'll start tracking these down.

I also have her cell, so I'll cross-check the numbers.

And see if this Joe knows how McMillan cut his hand.

Okay, will do.

CSU got an opinion

on what caused the blunt-force trauma?

We're looking for a weapon.

I got them checking Dumpsters and drains

in a ten-block radius, just in case.

Our perp comes through the back window,

first-floor apartment, middle of the night.

Sex Crimes 101.

Yeah, but M.E. hasn't confirmed rape, Al.

So someone give me a motive.

Ah, before you change gears there, boss--

that was my pal worked with Mary Hansen at Legal Aid.

Looks like one of her clients

took a shine to her, asked her out a couple of times.

She says she's not interested.

Few days later, a guy shows up at her place

at 2:00 in the morning to make his case.

What happened?

Freaked Mary out.

She asked her boss to reassign him to someone else.

What was she defending him for?

Ah, thought you'd never ask.

Guy was charged with attempted sexual assault.

(sighs)

Hey.

Like those crescents.

Good spin.

Yeah, it's to help you generate power.

Yeah.

And you stay low.

That's smart.

Thanks.

Plus, you rack up points like that.

'06, I saw Xenakis lose to Bashir.

Gave it away on points.

Yeah, so you here for a session or what?

Not really.

Like to talk about Mary Hansen.

That lawyer chick?

Come on, you go to a girl's house nowadays,

and it's a like a federal crime or something.

It was 2:00 in the morning, Frank.

Yeah, well, it's romantic in the movies.

Except in the movies, it's Hugh Grant.

And it's still a little creepy.

She gave me mixed messages.

I was making sure.

How, by pounding on her door and cursing?

I get emotional.

Yeah, like when you got emotional with Annie Samit,

when you broke her jaw?

Hey, I never touched Mary Hansen.

What's she saying?

She's not really saying much.

She's dead.

Come on.

What happened?

Someone knocked her head in last night.

Someone who could generate power.

Well, it wasn't me, okay?

How you'd get your little raspberry up there, Frank?

I got caught with a roundhouse yesterday afternoon.

Anybody can verify that?

- About half the guys in this place. - Hmm.

Anyone not an employee of yours?

Look, I didn't kill her.

I thought she was cute, and I asked her out a couple of times.

Next thing I know, she quits my case,

and leaves me to some moron

who almost gets me sent away for the rest of my life.

Yet here you are.

Two years probation.

Try St. Bartholomew's ER.

I was there all night last night.

I will.

CARRIE: I'm investigating a cold case,

the murder of a young girl, Rachel Wells.

And I'm wondering, if a convenience store sells alcohol,

are they required to provide a list of employees

to the State Liquor Authority?

They are!

Okay, can-can you look something up for me from 1984?

No, I understand.

If you don't keep records that long, you don't keep them.

Okay.

Thank you very much.

Bye.

ALICE: Your grandmother said you went swimming every day.

Not every day, but a lot of...

Where are Rachel's things?

Where's all of our stuff?

I thought a... a fresh start to the school year

would be a good thing.

The sweater.

The blue sweater.

Our pencil collection.

The unicorn from the fair.

Those were both of ours.

M-Maybe we should go make dinner.

How about grilled cheese?

I don't want grilled cheese, Mom!

I want all of our stuff back.

I'm sorry, honey.

No!

MIKE: We really appreciate you coming in,

Mr. Williams. JOE: Oh, Joe, please.

Uh, I was in the neighborhood.

Um...

Just so horrible, what happened to Mary.

When I came to the dinner party, she seemed

really happy.

No, we were told that, um,

that you were out with Kevin McMillan last night.

Yes.

From when to when?

7:30

to-- I don't know-- about 11:00.

Kevin and I wanted to watch

the Giants game, have a few drinks.

We started at Art's.

The HD was messed up, so we moved over to Lucif's.

How many drinks did Kevin have, would you say?

I don't know.

Uh, I had three beers.

He definitely had more than that.

He was pretty drunk.

Do you know how he cut his hand?

Yeah. He smashed a glass down on the table

after the Colts scored that field goal in the fourth.

Kind of exploded.

Did Kevin talk about Mary last night?

No.

How about before that?

Wait a minute.

You guys have the wrong idea if you think

Kevin had anything to do with this.

Okay, um, well, do you have any idea who might have?

Look, maybe this is nothing, but Mary was joking

that she'd signed up for some sort of dating service online.

I didn't think it was a great idea,

but she said she had seen a few guys already,

she said they were nice.

Do you have any idea what service?

Uh...

New York... Connect.

Connections.

Well, do you happen to remember any of the names of the guys?

There was an Adam.

And a... Julian something.

I'm sorry.

No, no, that-that's very helpful.

I flamed out on my Legal Aid lead.

Still, going to the house of a woman

you don't really know and asking her out,

it's a little creepy, no matter what.

Even if it's creepy, dude's got an airtight alibi.

He was getting stitches at an ER in the Bronx.

So that's strike one.

Strike two: tox screen came in

on the roommate-- Kevin.

Given his blood alcohol level this morning,

he was more likely to die of alcohol poisoning

than to walk all the way to the apartment,

kill Mary Hansen, and walk back to his car.

Well, you want me to, uh, lay a weak bunt towards third?

Re-canvass the neighborhood, see if we missed someone?

I'd go to the opposite field.

Bring up all the open sex crimes in the area,

see if we can find a pattern, match the shoe print.

This doesn't make any sense.

What?

Okay, I'm looking at CSU's sketch of the crime scene,

and based on the angle from the hole in the window to the latch

and then what they wrote here for the distance between them,

the suspect would've had to have arms made of rubber to reach it.

This must be a typo.

Gonna have to go back.

Blunt-force trauma?

Yeah.

Looks like, uh, maybe sexual assault.

CARRIE: There were soap stains on the floor.

She was interrupted.

What?

Mary was washing the dishes

when someone knocked on the door.

Her hands were wet; she wiped them off

as she went to answer it.

That forced entry

was all staged to throw us off.

Mary knew her killer.

And whoever it was,

she trusted them enough

to let them walk right in the front door.

NINA: The roommate Kevin

was fully cooperative.

I been on the list you gave me of Mary's friends.

I'm running background checks.

What about the subpoena for her phone records?

Still waiting. I'll cross-check his list

against those numbers when I get it.

Okay, did you get any input

from the friend who found the body?

I'm gonna talk to her again,

'cause, given what she's been through, I thought

I might not get full focus over the phone.

Yeah.

CCS got Mary's laptop working.

They're doing a complete forensic analysis.

They find any evidence of an online boyfriend,

any weird PDFs that say "I'm coming to get you"?

No, but this might mean something.

Her browser history showed a search

at 1:12 a.m. of the Fordham University Sociology Department.

Six minutes later, she sent an e-mail

to Kevin McMillian saying, "I need to talk to you ASAP.

Find me before you go to work."

Now, look, I know we're moving off the roommate,

but it's fishy that he didn't even mention it.

We woke him up and then he came back to the office with us.

He never had a chance to check his e-mails.

And he's still in the conference room.

Go see if he knows what she was going to say.

Call Nina, give her a heads up.

Hi. These are for you.

I was gonna bring them to you.

They spilled out onto the counter, I had to

put them together a bit. May be out of order.

Thanks.

You doing some research, huh?

Yeah, convenience stores around Syracuse?

I'm just saying,

my uncle is a bigwig at EasyMart,

need help with anything.

Well, I'll keep that in mind.

Thanks.

Okay.

I don't know what Mary wanted to talk to Kevin about.

He didn't know?

No.

How about Fordham University?

Does that mean anything to you?

Fordham.

Yeah, she was all over the Sociology Department Web site.

You got any idea what she was looking for?

No idea.

But that's funny.

There was a thing at the party last night about Fordham.

Really? What kind of thing?

When Joe Williams came in, Mary introduced him,

said he was studying sociology at Fordham

and doing research at the courthouse

on criminal trials and sentencing.

One of Mary's other friends works in the prison system.

He started asking Joe questions, and Joe got... defensive,

I guess is the best way to put it.

What kind of questions was he asking him?

Just about Joe's research

and-and if he'd been to some conference in New Jersey.

I did think it was a little weird at the time,

but, I mean, Joe looked like he'd been drinking

and Mary changed the subject, so...

Okay, what did Joe do?

He hung around for a few minutes, and then he took off.

Okay, thanks.

I didn't volunteer anything.

Roe asked what you're up to, and I dodged it, so?

So now he wants to help?

Nothing wrong with that; he's a good detective.

MIKE: Yeah, Joe Williams.

Maybe he goes by Joseph.

Why are we circling back around to Joe Williams?

Apparently, he acted strangely

at Mary Hansen's dinner party the night before.

(hangs up phone) I've talked to every

Sociology subsection.

There is nobody at the Fordham University Sociology Department,

graduate or undergraduate, named Joe Williams.

So he lied about his resume.

Crazy thing to kill over.

And it wasn't a sex thing,

'cause the M.E. can't find any sign of an assault.

Looks like that was a setup, too.

What I don't get is,

the guy came in here on his own accord to talk to us.

Why take that risk?

JOE: Wait a minute, you guys have

the wrong idea if you think

Kevin could've had anything to do with this.

Well, do you have any idea who might have?

He thought he was just coming in for a routine interview, right?

And when he realized his fake break-in hadn't worked

and we were on to other leads, he panicked.

Look, maybe it's nothing, but Mary was joking

about signing up for an online dating service...

He made it all up.

Do you have any idea what service?

Mm...

it was New York... Connect.

New York.

Connect.

The online dating service, the names...

JOE: There was an Adam, Julian...

He got it all off the walls.

We got this guy's address?

No. I got his cell from the vic's roommate.

Uh, but that was the only contact info he had.

Williams gave me his address when I interviewed him.

But it was bogus. I already checked it.

He had a gym tag on his keys. I couldn't see the name

of the gym, but it had a, a barbell on it.

Leverage Gym.

Do you work out there?

I took a spin class.

Once.

Mike, take Nina and get on it. (Carrie laughs)

Maybe they know where he lives

or we can canvass, find him nearby.

Got it.

You wait right there for us, sir.

Clear!

Clear!

Clear.

Clear.

Joe was subletting from the Braunsteins.

Y-Yeah. Can you tell us something about Mr. Williams?

Yeah, sure. He paid in cash.

Gave a big security deposit.

Certainly hasn't been any trouble.

Looks like he was leaving in a hurry.

And this...

is consistent with the fabric

I found by the back window at the crime scene.

Oh, whoa. Hey, Mike.

And that is the shape

of the piece that is missing. I'll call CSU.

Take a look at this.

All right.

Yeah, this is Detective Costello.

I need an A Run... Yeah, prints, DNA.

I'm trying to locate a suspect ASAP.

Joe Williams.

Consider armed and dangerous.

All right, thanks.

Owner of the gun range says Joe's been coming in

two to three times a week the last couple of months.

Any particular reason? Or was it just a general love of bullets?

Nah, just to practice, as far as he knew.

And rented guns, not always the same kind.

Can we lift prints?

No, this guy doesn't keep records of who rents what when.

They got like a hundred rentals.

All right. Well, let's just chase that goose later,

let's see what we get here.

- I found his application. - Thanks.

Ah, it's the same bogus address he gave me at the precinct.

Great. You run a credit check?

Like I said, he gave a really big cash security deposit.

Well, what else can you tell us about him?

What did he do during the day? Did he mention family?

I don't know what he did during the day. He was never around.

Well, did he ever bring anybody over?

Not that I saw.

Did he get any packages, or deliveries?

No.

Okay, so, he likes sports.

MANAGER: Sure.

- Any particular team? - Buffalo.

So we think Joe Williams is from Buffalo.

AL: Great.

I'll talk to local up there, see what they know.

Well, how 'bout we take another run at Kevin McMillan,

to press him about his buddy?

Way ahead of you. Carrie and Roe are on their way to

the courthouse to talk to him right now.

You know, this guy really worries me, Al.

He's a loner, he's created this whole new identity for himself.

I think he's got a plan.

AL: Which Mary Hansen interrupted.

Yeah, well, I-I don't, I don't think he's done.

Because Joe was taking target practice.

Can I ask you a question?

Can I stop you?

I guess not technically. I mean, you could

choose not to answer, which will make for

an awkward conversation...

Go ahead, Roe. Knock yourself out.

- Thanks. ROE: Everything?

Like, everything in your life, huh?

Okay. No. Not everything.

I mean, up until I was eight,

I had a pretty, I had a pretty good memory.

You know, my mom would joke that I was like flypaper,

things would stick without me really paying attention,

and, uh... one day I, uh...

What? One day you what?

Well, one day I just started.. paying attention.

And since then, everything, yeah.

Okay.

Why would Joe, if that's his name,

why would he want to kill Mary?

We don't know, Kevin.

We're hoping you could tell us.

I have no idea.

I mean, as far as I know,

the only interaction they had was when I was there.

I mean, he came over to the house for a game,

or he would pick me up when we'd go drinking.

Was Joe interested in Mary?

They ever fight about anything?

No. Never.

- He borrow money from her? - She was a Legal Aid lawyer.

She didn't have any money.

How'd you meet him?

Coffee shop down the street.

I was in line.

He gave me that story about being a college student

needing to do research.

- On sentencing. - Yeah.

He asked if he could interview me,

if I'd introduce him to some people.

And that's it?

Yeah.

He'd come hang out at the courthouse, sit in on trials.

Talk to me and the other guys about, you know,

the trials we'd seen, and how the courthouse worked.

Why are you cleaning out your locker?

I figured I'd take a couple days off.

You know, the whole thing...

I let her down.

I was supposed to protect her,

and I didn't.

I'm having a hard time letting that go.

He's from Buffalo.

And his name is actually Joe Williams.

No felonies.

Just a DWI and a misdemeanor assault.

But he didn't do any time.

DA cut him some slack 'cause of a family situation.

Which was what?

His father and brother were killed

in a factory explosion at, uh... what is it?

Donner Paints.

Big outlet up in Buffalo.

How long ago?

Little over two years.

According to the cops, this guy, Reginald Donner,

ran a bad plant. No inspections,

chemicals exposed to open air, employees with no training.

So, you know,

these guys complained, he just ignored them.

So when the fire broke out, you know, nobody was surprised.

Eight people died, a bunch of others injured.

Mary Hansen have any connection to Donner Paints?

Not that I could find.

Okay, so his family dies and he just goes loco?

Reginald Donner was charged with

multiple counts of involuntary manslaughter,

criminal negligence, but he got a really nice deal:

two year sentence and a fine.

I saw a schedule at the courthouse.

His official sentencing hearing, it's today.

- What time? - It didn't say.

Call them. Mary Hansen died

'cause she found out he was lying about who he was.

And he thought she might mess up his plan.

Joe Williams got close to Kevin

so he could have easy access to the courthouse.

Hell, he can walk right up to Reginald Donner

and no one's gonna stop him.

He was hanging out at a gun range.

I doubt he's bringing Donner a cake with a file in it.

The hearing's scheduled for right after lunch.

Well, they're about to have a shooting.

They need to shut that place down.

AL: We're not here to step on your toes.

LOU: Well, how do you expect me to feel

when two Queens detectives

show up out of the blue and tell me that

security for one of my defendants might be compromised?

Like a concerned law enforcement officer who wants to

keep a crime from happening.

- What's your name again? - Carrie Wells.

And yours is Court Officer-Captain Lou Kestler.

So if it's about number of letters... you win.

All we're suggesting is that

you take some additional precautions

to protect Mr. Donner, just in case we're right.

I just installed all-new metal detectors.

Advanced phase, state of the art.

It is practically impossible

to get a gun inside my building.

How's your guy going to kill that CEO,

hit him on the head with a fire extinguisher?

Practically impossible doesn't mean impossible...

What if you don't need to get a gun inside the building?

I mean, what if the gun he needs is already inside the building?

What are you talking about?

That's why Joe cozied up to Kevin.

It wasn't just about getting into the courthouse.

It's because Kevin already has a gun inside the building.

If Williams made a copy of Kevin's safe key

that night when he was passed out...

That's right. And now,

you're accusing one of my court officers of incompetence.

Don't you think we should just check

Kevin McMillan's locker, just to be sure?

CARRIE: Oh, come on.

Just think how satisfying it'll be when you're right.

What's wrong with you?

What are you talking about? It worked, didn't it?

Why don't you just shoot him?

That doesn't prove anything.

He could have taken it home with him.

- He didn't. - How do you know?

Because I know.

Al, I think he's got a uniform.

That's an empty hanger in a dry cleaning bag.

I don't know how that proves anything.

She's right. We need to secure your defendant

and search this courthouse immediately.

LOU: Based on what?

An empty hanger?

I am committed to the security of everyone in this building,

but I'm getting a little tired of all...

So he has a gun and he's dressed like a Court Officer.

Okay. I'll begin an evacuation and search.

I think that's a wonderful idea. Minimize the chaos.

Where is Mr. Donner?

Prisoners' holding area, lower level one.

- We have him secured. - Keep him there.

We need to find this guy. Thank you, Captain.

Admirable self-control.

It would've been like kicking a puppy.

Guy at the east door saw Williams come in last night.

But nobody saw him leave.

We shot his plan all to hell.

He got here, hid out... must be hoping for the best.

Well, they've searched the fifth floor. Almost done with four.

I think we've got about an hour left until they're done.

Hold up, guys. Eventually, he's going to realize

that we're evacuating the building, right?

Okay.

You, Mike, and Nina should move from the search

to the exits, be an extra set of eyes on the people leaving.

Got it.

Hopefully, he's got some self-preservation instinct left

and he tries to sneak out, rather than

opening fire on anyone who's in his way.

No, no, no, listen to me.

The whole time Donner's been sitting

in his white collar jail, Joe's been on the outside

waiting, planning, trying to figure out how to make him pay.

He is not gonna go quietly... (fire alarm blaring)

Like I said. Okay, so he knows we're he.

That's the fire alarm!

And he's trying to get the hell out.

Which doors we got?

Uh, we got Mike headed toward the north,

We got Nina at the east.

I'll take the west side. Go back to the main entry.

Got it.

Hello! You're not enjoying this sound, are you?

Joe Williams is obsessed with Donner, right?

He's not trying to get out.

He wants everyone else to leave so he can get to him.

Get Al, have him meet me at the prisoner holding area.

(alarm continues blaring)

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Get back in.

Open the door.

Open the door!

What the hell is this?!

You killed my father and my brother.

DONNER: Look... Look, I didn't.

Everybody knew that factory was dangerous.

Everyone told you to shut it down,

but you wouldn't listen.

Joe, I want you to put the gun down.

He killed my family,

and now nothing's gonna happen to him.

Don't come any closer!

Okay. It's okay.

I'm gonna stay right here, and we're just gonna talk.

All right?

We're just gonna talk.

It wasn't supposed to go like this.

You mean Mary?

I just needed a couple more days.

I thought I could buy myself some time,

but she said... she had a feeling about me for a while.

The Fordham thing-- she knew I was lying.

She was gonna tell Kevin.

So when she asked me to leave, I panicked.

I grabbed her, and she pulled away.

It was like she ripped herself out of my hand,

and suddenly she's falling and...

God...

I understand you didn't mean to kill her;

it was an accident-- I get it.

I just needed a couple more days.

Yeah.

You know, I read an article about the fire.

Your brother died going back into that plant

to save someone else.

My...

my brother, he was amazing.

Do you think your brother and your father

would want you here, doing this?

They shouldn't be dead!

Hey, Joe! Joe!

Look at me, Joe.

Look at me.

You're right.

You are right they should not be dead.

But this guy, he's already taken

something very precious from you.

Don't let him take anything else, okay?

But there isn't anything else!

Let me ask you a question, all right?

- What date was his trial? - January 27th.

When did it end?

March 3rd.

And what was the best vacation

you and your dad and your brother ever had?

We went... fly fishing... in Canada...

when I was in high school.

It took a while to get to it, didn't it?

CARRIE: Joe... Joe.

Memories are funny things.

Trust me when I say,

the bad ones can start to weigh down the good ones,

and if you kill him,

your good memories,

that part of your family you still have left,

they will be harder and harder to get to,

and eventually... they'll slip away.

And you'll be alone and everything

that mattered to you will be gone, I promise you.

Put the gun down.

Joe, put the gun down.

He's not worth it.

Okay.

Come on. Come on.

Nice job.

Thanks.

CARRIE: I looked all over the house.

In the attic, in the garage,

in my mother's car.

But she didn't lie.

Rachel's things were gone,

lost.

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And I decided in that moment...

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...that I would never lose anything again.

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So, I sat down in my room...

and started remembering the way things were.

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Where Rachel and I

kept our...

our troll collection...

pictures...

...the unicorn she won at the county fair

that she said was half mine...

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...our mood-lighting scarf--

...all of it.

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Everything that had been in the room--

down to the last book she read...

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...the button that had fallen

off the sleeve of the last coat she wore--

everything.

Wells, it's... it's like a novel, almost.

Must be great.

I mean, I've seen you in action.

But it must suck sometimes, too, huh?

Yeah, sometimes.

And it hasn't helped with Rachel's murder until now.

I think this man was at the crime scene.

I remember his face.

I-I think his name is Jonathan.

Might have worked at a Stop and Fill on Erie Boulevard.

But we don't know.

I mean, I don't even know if that's his name.

I do know that this is the closest I have come in 28 years

to solving my sister's murder.

Well, I'll call my Uncle Sherman.

I'm sure he knows someone.

It's a long shot, but thank you.

Whatever I can do.

- Boss? - Mm.

Hey, Roe?

(clears throat) The jeans?

You were close.

I wore them seven days ago.

And six before that.

And 13 before that.

It was a Friday.

Huh.

AL: Mm.

Mm.

Master.

(chuckles)

- "Master"? - What?

You're just jealous.

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== sync, corrected by elderman ==