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Previously on The District.

Yeah, get it, boy.

You're lit. Now, what's going on?

Look at you, man. Your heart's pounding. Your eyes.

Now, what the hell happened in there?

I had to sample the product.

Now, what you need, man?

Uh, why don't you give me two?

Hey, enjoy yourself, cuz.

I don't work for you, Whitten.

I work for them.

You get your ass out of my office.

You know, the mayor's race, it's only a few months away.

Who you can bet will put every soft dollar and spare ounce of

energy we have

behind a candidate that will make it his priority

to get rid of you.

Reggie Putin, you're under arrest for the murder

of Daniel McGregor.

You're Putin's daughter.

I got your daughter.

She's gonna help me take you down.

How's that feel?

Your own flesh and blood turning against you.

I snap my fingers.

Your wife, your children, poof.

When I was a kid, it was easy to get in fights.

I like to fight. I was fighting all the time.

Of course, back then, kids didn't carry guns.

So they didn't get killed, you know?

(dog barks)

You don't believe me?

No, I'm telling you, Cujo.

Today, if you look at somebody's girlfriend the wrong way,

or you're on the wrong side of the street,

or you just happen to be in the wrong place

at the wrong time, you're going to get killed.

They'll shoot you.

That's the world we're living in, Cujo.

That's the wonderful world we are living in.

You all right?

(gunshot)

(tires screeching)

(driver screaming)

(The District theme music)

(wades in the water)

They'll take good care of you, Ms.

Sarge., what do we got?

We got a hit-and-run.

She hit and the victim ran.

She's probably going about 35, 40 when she hit her.

Came from that direction, down by the dock.

How do you run away from something like that?

I hit a deer once on my way back from Philly.

Who do you know in Philly?

Xena Convention.

- It's a long story, all right? - Yeah.

It landed in the ditch, knocked its rack off

right down to the fuzzy little nub.

It did, huh?

I thought so, until it got up and ran like hell.

(CB) All units, we have a report of shots fired at the marina.

Slip 38.

Thirty-eight? That's right here, right?

Yeah.

Where's the Chief's boat? Is it 37?

It's 38.

(grunting)

(coughing)

He's not down below.

I don't like this, Sarge.

Six, zero, four, two, we're at the Chiefs boat.

What's the location of that PR again?

(CB) Stand by.

Hey, Cujo!

(CB) Six, zero, four, two, slip 38.

Copy that.

Brandon.

Call it in.

Yeah, I'll call it in.

Uh, 6042,

uh, we're still on the Chief's boat.

Send some units down here.

Code two.

Ricky? Hurry up!

You're gonna be late for school.

- (Ricky) I'm coming! - All right.

- Mmm! - Mmm!

You smell good. What is that?

I don't know. I found it in the medicine chest.

It's either Ricky's or the last guy's.

Remind me to clean that out before we get married.

Yeah! (laughter)

Ricky, come on!

- Hey, man! - (Ricky) Hey, guys.

So,

Did you finish your math?

- (Ricky) Yeah. - Good. How many you want?

I'll take two.

I'm gonna give you three.

More for me!

What?

What's the matter?

We, um...

we wanna talk to you about something.

- It's good news. - It's good.

Clive and I are...

Clive asked me to marry him.

It's great news, isn't it?

(phone rings)

Hold that thought.

Don't say anything till I get back, all right?

- Hello. - Ella?

Nancy, can I call you right back?

I'm right in the middle of something.

The chief's missing.

Nancy, let me call you back, huh?

He's missing.

What do you mean, he's missing?

Last night on his boat, something happened.

We don't know where he is.

All right. I'll be right there.

Something's happened to the Chief.

Are you kidding me? The man was a clown.

I'm not gonna shed a tear if he's dead.

- Tell me about it. - What did you just say?

Nothing. And what's it to ya?

Come on!

Knock it off! Knock it off!

- Come here! - Come on!

Come on!

Any time!

Any time!

You! Shut up! Walk away!

Walk! My office, 3:00 o'clock.

Son of a bitch.

We found a shell casing up front.

And, uh...

Mary, do me a favor. Take that to the lab, will you? Thanks.

Traces of blood here on the rail.

Unfortunately, not much else.

All right, let's find out if this is Chief Mannion's blood

or somebody else's.

Let's get some boats out here to drag the river bottom.

Check the riverbanks downstream,

hospitals, and the morgues.

He's got to be somewhere.

It looks like we got a gun.

All right, keep searching!

Get that down to the lab.

See if it matches up with the casings.

It's not gonna be the only gun you

pull out of this river today.

Where'd you find the shell casings?

Oh, down here.

(sirens)

Chief Nolan, sir. We got company.

The Attorney General of the United States.

Come on, Brander. Take a deep breath.

Mr. Attorney General, I'm Deputy Chief Nolan.

Troy Hatcher.

What do we have here, Deputy Chief?

Well, we don't know yet, sir. Chief Mannion's missing.

There's evidence of foul play.

Our investigation is still developing.

What about this woman who was involved in the

hit-and-run last night?

Any connection?

We haven't ruled anything out.

Must be a reason the victim ran, don't you think?

Yes, sir.

Find out what it is.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Hatcher,

if I may ask what your interest is in all of this?

With all due respect.

The Chief of Police of our nation's capital

may have been assassinated, Deputy Chief.

Was it an act of terrorism?

A crackpot with a gun? A ricochet?

We don't know. It's a puzzle.

It puzzles me.

And with all due respect,

I don't like puzzles.

You know where to reach me.

I think he doesn't have enough to do.

Copy him on everything we get

until I tell you otherwise.

Yes, sir.

Joe.

Ella, we recovered shell casings and a gun

from the water near his tug.

We just don't know until we do.

- Let's think positive. - Joe, he would have called.

- Ella... - He would have called Sherry,

at least.

Sherry's not coming down here, is she?

I told her to call if she heard from him.

Same with the kids.

Thank you. Thanks.

Deputy Chief Nolan?

Hi, Kendall Truman.

I'm the new Press Secretary.

Chief Mannion hired me to replace Nick Pierce.

Ella Farmer, Director of Police Administration.

Hi.

Uh, I was told to see you this morning.

Apparently, Chief Mannion's not in yet.

Uh-huh.

It's bad time?

Deputy Chief, line two.

Joe Nolan.

Does he understand we're talking about a possible terrorist act?

I'm talking about the shooting of a police chief!

This just came in, sir.

You better make him understand.

If ever there's a time for interagency cooperation,

it's right now.

I need his people, I need his resources.

And I'm running out of time.

Well, you get back to me then.

Rondelle, where are you?

Come out, come out, wherever you are!

Canyon!

Temple! Dobrino!

What?

They found a body.

(sirens)

Did you find a body?

- Yeah, over here. - Over there.

Perfect.

Easy.

Is it him?

I don't know.

Can't tell.

Check for a pulse.

(Homeless man) Who are you?

(Homeless man) What are you doing?

There's still hope.

Keep looking.

I heard your body turned out to be a sleeper.

It wasn't the Chief's. That's all that matters.

Ella.

Lab results came back in.

Blood on the deck belonged to Chief Mannion.

Good morning.

I'm Kendall Truman,

Chief Mannion's new Press Secretary, effective today.

Any and all calls that would have gone to Mr. Pierce

should come to me now at the same number.

(reporter) Any news on the Chief?

Please, hold your questions.

At approximately 12:45 this morning, officers responded to

a shots fired call at the marina near the slip where

Chief Mannion docks his boat.

The officers investigated and found evidence indicating

the Chief has been the apparent victim of foul play.

- Any witnesses? - Is he dead?

Please, please, hold your questions.

We are not prepared to talk about the details of the case,

except to say at this point, Chief Mannion is missing.

We've established an information hotline.

What's the extent of the chief's injuries?

Excuse me, please!

And Deputy Chief Nolan has assumed command of

the MPD as acting Chief.

I want to assure you that the business of

policing the city will continue unimpeded.

Is this strictly an MPD investigation

or have the feds taken it over?

We have established a synchronized operational

command center here in our CompStat.

We will be working with other law enforcement

agencies where appropriate.

There are rumors that this might have been a terrorist act.

Can you comment on that?

How else are you going to categorize it, buddy?

Excuse me. Excuse me.

For the record, the Deputy Chief's comments aside,

we have no information at this time linking this to

any foreign terrorist group.

Thank you. That's all.

(reporters asking questions)

Don't make me dislike you, Ms. Truman, on your first day.

That is the last time you will correct me in public.

Fine.

Next time, I'll brief you before we go out.

Save us all some grief.

Grief is part of the job, Ms.Truman.

Your job, not mine.

Is that brief enough for you?

You've got some big shoes to fill.

Just like him.

That's what you've always wanted, isn't it?

To be chief.

First time I saw the hat and the shoes,

looked like an overgrown English dandy to me.

I didn't say more than three words the

first six months he was here.

Kept a burr in my butt for the next year.

He overlooked that.

He worked with me.

He's a good man, Ella.

He's a good cop.

(phone ringing)

- Looking for this? - Oh, yes, thank you.

Kendall Truman.

Hello.

Hello.

It's been that kind of day.

- I see. - Mm-hmm.

I'm Temple Paige.

Kendall Truman. It's nice to meet you.

Nice to meet you.

Uh, Detective Paige.

Yes, yes.

Yeah.

So you're the new Nick, huh?

Yeah.

How'd you like the old one?

He's okay, but you smell better.

Thanks.

Uh, Detective.

Um...

I'm sorry about the Chief.

Yeah.

- See you later. - Okay.

Someone tried to file a serial number off your gun.

I was able to restore it.

But that wasn't the interesting part.

What's the interesting part?

According to factory records,

the gun was sold by Glock to the GRU.

- Russian military intelligence. - Yep.

It's not the first time a weapon like that's been

used to kill somebody.

Who said anybody was dead?

Well, I just meant that he was...

Nobody's dead, especially the Chief, until we find a body.

You got that?

Why don't you just back off and let her do her job?

It's really annoying. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, could you continue, please?

Uh, yeah.

We, uh,

test-fired the gun to get a shell casing

and ran a cross-check through brass catcher.

See the impression on the firing pin right off the center?

It matches this casing, which was already on file.

Where's it from?

Gas station robbery in Georgetown, five years ago.

Thank you.

We've already looked, Miss Farmer.

It's not down here.

It's down here.

It just might not be where it's supposed to be,

where I put it.

You created this filing system?

I spent a lot of time in the basement, Detective.

Thank you. Before I got my own window.

Statistics.

Cold cases, cobwebs.

It's curse.

It's my curse.

There you go.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

So could you help me out with the...

All right.

Here's the decaf.

And the cappuccino.

Oh, thanks.

I had to get out of there.

I've been in the basement for the last hour.

Which is where I would still be if it weren't for him.

I was just thinking,

I used to see him every day.

Talk to him.

You know, when I was outside of his office.

I was...

We were a part of each other's lives.

Now I don't really even talk to him anymore.

Why not?

I don't know.

You know, Clive and I were at a dinner party last week.

Somebody asked me what the Chief's like.

And I started to say fun.

Then I realized, no, he's not really fun.

He's

idiosyncratic.

And then I was gonna say that he doesn't suffer fools gladly,

but of course he does. He loves fools.

He loves to play the fool.

It's his specialty.

I swear, Nancy...

- Yeah, me too. - Mm-hmm.

I'm thinking of quitting.

If he doesn't come back.

Why?

I don't know.

Anything?

Uh-huh. Just a lot of ugly faces.

The Chief is dead, man.

What I don't understand is why nobody else in here

wants to admit that but me.

And how do you know he's dead?

- I know. - How?

What, did God tell you?

Or you got a special cell phone in direct line to God.

Shut up.

Anything happens to me, at least get me

in the ground before you give up on me.

I'm just saying it's a little heartless.

- Hey. Hey. - What?

We got it.

We got it.

We got it. We got it.

- Yuri Lavrov? - Mm-hmm.

Russian military intelligence.

Russian mob.

Demetri Putin's son-in-law.

This guy killed Danny McGregor.

Yeah, well, unless he got himself recently resurrected,

he didn't shoot the chief last night.

It doesn't mean his gun didn't.

Erin Bratilov. She's the shooter.

No, no. Why, what's the motive?

The Chief put her father in jail.

She hated her father.

Or maybe that's what she wanted us to think.

Maybe that whole thing last year was a setup.

Putin's crafty. He's capable of something like that.

Erin's mother became a junkie after

Mannion put Putin away the first time.

The mother died, the girl blames the Chief.

Now, she's had plenty of time to exact her revenge.

Chief, we have evidence of a woman hit by a car at the exact

same time as the shooting, just blocks from the Chief's boat.

And I say we pick her up,

match the DNA evidence from the car.

I bet they match.

All right, any chance Yuri had the gun on him

when he was murdered at Mannion's boat last year?

Could have been in the water the whole time.

- Not according to the lab. - Any prints?

No.

All right, I'm gonna roll with your theory.

You know where you can find her?

We know where she works.

Well, good. Let's start there and see where it takes us.

Thank you.

(knocks)

Open up.

Um...

I get a key.

Where you going?

I thought he was gonna rob me.

Yeah, that's why I showed you my badge, sweetie.

Let's move.

Hey, Chief.

Can I borrow your cell phone for a minute?

They kept saying you was dead, but I knew you wasn't.

Thanks. Just MIA.

(dialing)

Come on.

(Answering machine) You've reached the Colonel.

I'm not home right now. Leave me a message.

(shatters glass)

Get your hands up where I can see 'em.

I didn't think you were home, Colonel.

Jack.

I heard you were dead.

I was.

Now I'm back.

This is Doctor Chagani. How do you do?

How do you do?

Pulled him out of a hellhole in Kandahar before

anybody ever heard of it.

A gunshot wound to him is like a croissant.

Just an everyday occurrence.

Be damned if they'll give him a license

to practice over here, though.

So you'll let him practice on me?

Take a breath.

Okay, just give me a minute.

Last time you showed up at my doorstep, it cost me my job.

Again, please.

Yeah, you still haven't thanked me for that, have you?

One more time.

Oh, man, that hurts.

I just need to check this out.

- It may hurt a little. - It hurts already.

Just give me your arm, please.

Okay, okay, okay.

(grunts)

Okay. Sorry.

Look,

your breath sounds are fine.

I think the bullet hit your rib.

It's in your lungs.

It's all good, right?

Yeah, it's not bad.

You're a lucky man.

So the check will be in the mail.

Well, yeah.

Look, I have to dress this wound.

I'll be right back, okay?

- Nice, doc. - Thanks.

You trust him.

That's why you came to me, isn't it?

Somebody tried to kill me.

I thought you said you saw the shooter.

No, no, no.

I need to know who wants me dead.

I need to know everything the police know about what happened

to the chief last night.

Oh, I see. In other words,

in case somebody suggests that you might be responsible.

you're looking to cover your ass.

I'm looking to solve a murder.

We don't know he's dead, all right?!

If he were alive, don't you think he would have marshaled

his forces behind that bulldog personality and gone after them

with everything he's got?

Sir,

we don't have a body.

We don't have a witness.

We don't have a suspect. And we don't have a motive.

All we've got is speculation.

And too much of that.

I, for one, am hoping for the best.

And if, as you're telling me, Under Secretary,

we have the resources of your department at our disposal,

I say thank you.

I'll pass that along to Chief Nolan.

I'm sure he will tell you how you can help.

Now, if you'll excuse me!

How old are you?

Fifty-three.

Fifty-three.

Why aren't you further along in the department?

Why aren't you chief?

You wanted the job, didn't you?

Before they brought Mannion in, you were next in line.

So why didn't you get the job?

Have to ask Ethan Baker.

Ethan Baker's a lame duck.

We're going to have a new mayor soon.

He's going to be looking to bring in a chief or keep one on.

My endorsement could be very beneficial

to the man who wants the job.

Are you the man for the job, Deputy Chief?

Are you the next chief of police?

This city already has a chief of police.

His name is Jack Mannion.

Well, I appreciate your decorum.

But what I'm asking you is, if Mannion's dead,

are you the man for the job or not?

No, no, no. I need it tonight.

Yeah, I need forensics, uh,

photos from the accident scene.

Yeah.

Yeah, anything you got. Yeah, I'm here.

Okay, thanks. Bye.

So what happened, huh?

Got a new boyfriend or

did you have a run-in with the front end of a car?

Okay, let's see what we got here.

Now, we got

an accident report from last night.

Hit-and-run down by the marina.

We got witness statements,

description of the victim.

We got...

Oh,

we got information on a gun we found in the river,

which is very close to where this accident happened.

A gun

that belonged to your husband.

You know anything about that?

Where were you last night?

I went to a movie.

When it was over, I went home and

went to bed.

You killed Jack Mannion, didn't you?

You shot him with your husband's gun,

and then you ran. And then, I don't know,

maybe you panicked, right?

I mean, you just shot the Chief of Police.

I mean, I'd be panicked, too, wouldn't you?

And then everything went south because

this car came out of nowhere and it hit you, didn't it?

- No! - Isn't that why you got

all these bruises on your face now?

- I want my lawyer. - Just admit it.

You thought you'd get away with that?

- I want my lawyer. - Say it!

Say you murdered the Chief of Police!

Say it! Say it, damn it!

Say it!

Come here. Come here.

What's the matter with you?

She's trying to play us. I'm not having that.

I think I need a doctor.

You can't be pushing her like that. Come on!

Ah! Oh, God!

(grunts)

We haven't seen that in a while. She's good.

She ain't even close to being good enough.

Trauma 1. How's her pressure?

Fifty-six over forty. Pulse 152.

Rigid abdomen. Guarding left upper quadrant.

Very tender when palpated.

She was on the floor when we found her, conscious and alert.

Cops thought she was faking.

On my count, one, two, three!

Get this gurney out of here.

Give me two large-bore IV's.

Lactated Ringer's in both.

Run them wide open until I get a better pressure

so I can cross her for four units of blood.

I need a trauma panel, an X-ray stat.

Give me a CT scan on her chest and abdomen.

We need a CT scan on her chest and abdomen stat.

Tour-giver of the medical school?

No.

Yet you diagnosed her as a faker.

Wouldn't be the first time.

Well, you better pray she was faking, Detectives. Otherwise...

Is she like that because she's a doctor?

Or is she a doctor because she's like that?

He was here two years, not three.

Okay.

It's felony crimes that are down by 39%.

Murder is down by 60%. Get it straight.

- Thank you- - Ms. Truman,

Chief Mannion radically changed the way that we

police this city.

He is considered by some to be "the great white hope"

and by others a champion of the underdog.

You either loved him or you hated him.

You worked for him or you quit.

If we are, in fact, preparing his obituary,

we owe it to the man to get it straight, right?

- Yes. - Last chance.

Get it straight.

Thank you.

(phone rings)

Joe Nolan.

"For within that hollow crown

that rounds the mortal temples of a king..."

"... keeps death his court."

And there the antic sits.

Meet me at the Lincoln Memorial, 20 minutes.

Don't wear your uniform.

Please.

Okay.

Son of a bitch.

Oh, this better be good!

This better be real good.

Oh, come on, now. I'm alive.

I thought you'd be happy to see me.

I'm very happy.

Are you all right? What the hell are you doing?

Well, you see, I got a plan.

Yeah, I got a problem.

The whole world thinks that you're dead.

Uh-huh, yeah. Let's just keep it that way.

Just keep doing things the way we were doing them.

Nothing changes.

While you do what?

I need to

find out

who arranged for Aaron Bradlott to take the fall from my death.

You figured by playing possum, you can do that?

Yeah, I kind of thought so, you know.

Then what?

I don't know. See, I haven't figured that far ahead.

Ella all right?

No. She thinks you're dead.

We'll, give her a hug, for Pete's sake.

You can do that.

- Huh? - Yeah, I'll give her a hug.

It's good to see you.

You're gonna have to pace yourself or you won't last.

I haven't had two minutes since I got here.

On the phone,

talking to the press,

talking to the Mayor's Office.

Clearing a dedicated fax to the Attorney General's

inner sanctum at the request of the Deputy Chief.

Not my biggest fan.

Not to mention the fact that I'm working for a man

that I don't even know who might be dead and probably is.

I'm sorry, Ms. Farmer.

Ella.

It's just that if one more person tells me

that "the Chief would do it this way"

or "the Chief would never say that..."

I don't know what he would do or say or what

he would want me to do or say,

because I have spent a grand total of one hour with the man.

And half that time was spent talking about opera,

chess, and white asparagus.

Asparagus?

Yeah.

Why don't you go home?

Come back tomorrow.

Start again.

Miss Farmer.

Um...

I didn't know him very well,

but I liked him.

Yeah.

It's Ella.

See you tomorrow.

Ella?

I, uh...

Come here, come here, come here.

Let me hug you.

Everything's gonna be all right.

Everything's gonna be okay.

Ms. Farmer.

Are you all right?

(sobs)

I'm gonna take the next one.

Hello, Erin.

You're dead.

Why did you shoot me?

He told me to.

Who told you to?

Tomorrow on the mall, by the big globe,

I meet him.

I get my money.

It's Mr. X.

He sees you. you'll never touch him.

He's not gonna see me.

(circus music playing and children chattering)

Hey, Joe.

(laughs mockingly)

(applause)

(children saying goodbye)

This is strange, even for you.

Erin Bratilov is supposed to meet the guy that

ordered the hit on me.

Here.

Where'd you learn this, at clown college?

I talked to her last night.

Well, she was operated on for a ruptured spleen last night.

Well, ain't that tragic?

I'm nursing a bullet wound myself, Joe.

So forgive me if I'm not exactly sympathetic.

Look.

Ooh, got a customer.

The Attorney General?

You think the Attorney General's trying to kill you?

Come on!

Go take a hike.

(whistling)

Hey, how you doing, Mr. Clown?

You make dogs?

Um, but what are you gonna make?

Ah, swords.

You want a sword?

Yeah!

You're new, huh?

Oh!

Thank you!

You're very good.

Thanks.

You're never gonna get away with this.

I sure as hell can't make a living doing this.

What?

Look who's here.

I'll be damned.

Now it's the Under Secretary of State that's trying to kill you?

He doesn't have the guts.

- Where you going? - I'm going after him.

Like he's not gonna notice a clown on his ass.

Follow that cab!

You gotta be kidding.

I'm the Chief of Police, damn it! Follow the cab!

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