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Unit 77, hostage situation

at 314 Elm Street.

Shots fired.

Detectives Pruitt and Biggs are trying a side entrance.

Ready?

Yeah.

Clear?

Clear.

So, what do you think?

I think with all that noise, we lost the element of surprise.

Not exactly stealth, are we?

I'm talking about you.

I can hear those corduroys rustling two blocks away.

Close the door, sir.

You never heard of slacks?

Screw you.

I got my first collar wearing these pants.

Freeze! Drop the weapon!

Crossing.

Drop the weapon!

Gun!

Pru, what are you doing?

Look at her hands, Roy!

They weren't tied together. The guy's the hostage.

You shot my wife!

All right, ma'am. And then?

My husband, he called 911.

Then they take him hostage.

I give it six months, you'll be back wearing a badge.

Except in Mayberry,

you'll be hiding in speed traps

and chasing lost cats out of trees.

What? You got some sudden yearning for boredom?

Life, Roy. I got a yearning for life.

Can't you feel that feeling?

You're not going to be in the heat of it all.

I'm going to start a family.

You were born to be a detective, Pru.

It's in your blood.

I don't want it anymore.

Last chance!

You were born to be a detective, Pru.

Do you want to talk about what happened?

Sometimes it's better

if I don't tell you everything.

I know it must be hard for you to leave.

I love that we're leaving here.

I love that we're never coming back.

Now, why is there sleeping bags in the trunk of my car?

Well, you know,

sometimes it's better

if I just don't tell you everything.

I forgot how far it was.

Are you tired?

A little.

We'll stop soon, get a drink.

I think you want to get me drunk, have your way with me.

That's the current plan.

Wait, one minute.

No, less.

It's a lot further than that.

Wait. Wait. No, wait.

Look.

That's beautiful,

but that's not where we're moving.

Well, that's correct,

but it is actually where we're staying tonight,

under the stars and the moonlit sky.

I heard a realtor talk about it.

Apparently, it's beautiful and incredibly romantic.

You mean sleep outside?

Well, yeah.

We've been cooped up in "box land" for a month.

Come on, honey. Please.

Please.

You're giving me that look. You're giving me that look.

Yes!

All right.

Oh, no.

How are you holding up?

I'm tired.

Nothing that a little room service wouldn't cure.

Forget it. We're camping, country man .

Suddenly, I could use a drink.

Well, welcome to the Morningstar.

I'm just going to go to the little girls' room.

What can I get you?

Yes. Two shots of Cuervo and a Coke back.

Okay.

That wild thing must belong to you.

Excuse me?

That's your 1966 Ford Mustang out there, ain't it?

Dual exhaust, wide-ass tires.

It's a 1967 Fastback.

It's worth some real dough.

Yeah.

It's a lot of engine for just one man.

You two just passing through?

We came up the Coast Highway.

My wife says it's twice as long, but it's twice as pretty.

Yeah. Well, Helensville's pretty quiet, I'll say that,

like most places around here.

Where you guys staying?

We are camping out.

We've got some pretty scenery around town. It's God's country.

Is there another place we can grab a bite?

Only place is the Stop-n-Shop. It's two miles down the road.

Thanks.

Thank you.

She says, "I can't do a guy

who has 'Winona Forever' tattooed on his chest."

Hurt like a bitch scraping part of that off.

Now she won't call me.

Man, you're stupid.

What's it say now?

"Wino Forever."

You guys catch a load of that city man's ride?

Yeah. I saw his ride.

Twice as long and twice as pretty.

You never camped out as a kid?

No.

You must have wanted to.

Not really. No.

Oh, just like that, "No."

Let me think about it for a second. No.

Cub Scouts have campouts. You were a Cub Scout.

That's only because

I thought chicks would dig the uniform.

Oh, my God.TpYou're unbelievabl.

I got it.

You were right. It's amazing.

Yeah.

What would you ever do without me?

I will never be without you.

If they blindfolded me

and put you somewhere on the planet...

I'd find you.

Really?

You that good a detective?

What if you couldn't find me?

Well, then I'd spend the rest of my life

telling everybody about you.

Thank you, darling.

Hey, Jonah.

Feels a little light again, Bobby.

I wouldn't know.

That's what the Indian gave me, okay?

Let's have a drink.

Can it wait? I've got to go take care of some things.

I think I worked up an appetite.

I think we both did.

There's that little convenience store down the street.

Cheetos and chili dogs.

I'll go.

No. You stay here. You wanted the view.

Enjoy.

Honey, come on.

You've been driving all day.

Wait a sec.

You think I drive too slow.

I think if you drive any slower, you'd be going backwards.

Oh. Good.

Good one.

In case you see a bear or something.

Well, if I do, you might want to help the bear.

I'll be right back. I love you.

I love you too.

I'll love you even more when you bring me food.

Cheetos and chili dogs.

Chips, candy, salsa.

All right, I'll be right back.

Hello.

Not from around here, are you?

Why do you say that?

License plates.

But I would have known anyhow by the way you move.

How do I move?

Like a man in a real big hurry.

I'm sorry. I'll pay for it.

Jess! Jessica!

Oh, my God. Jess.

Jess, I'm here.

Jess, I'm sorry.

Help me.

Never there when you need 'em.

I was about ready to give up on you,

then I noticed the truck was still here.

I was just... Listen, I've got to get home.

What's the problem?

I don't have a problem.

Maybe I could take care of it.

Don't I always take care of it, Bobby?

You can't.

Don't worry. I'll handle it.

Worry? I'm not worried.

See, Bobby, money can always be replaced, but--

Listen, Jonah, I've just got to go, okay?

Okay, Bobby. I'm not stopping you.

Son of a bitch!

Get out of the car!

Calm down. Calm down!

It's him! It's him!

Oh, no.

No! No!

Take a look at her.

Look at her. See what you did?

This ain't right.

See what you did?

No, man! No!

Stop. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Please don't shoot me.

Get up. Get up!

I need help!

I need help! Get a doctor!

Emergency in the lobby.

I'm Dr. Leeds. Nurse!

This is my wife, Jessica.

Tell me what happened.

She was attacked. I don't know.

Baby, baby.

Calm down.

Get me an EKG. Start a drip.

I'll need 10 milligrams of Valium.

Jessica? Can you hear me?

It's okay now.

That's him! That's him!

Nurses only.

Okay, back away and get me that Valium.

We need to look after her. Wait here.

Jess, I'll be right here.

We'll take care of everything.

You'll be fine.

Excuse me.

I need to use a phone.

You can use this one.

No, it's private.

Is there one outside?

Just around the corner.

Helensville County Sheriff.

I need a sheriff, please.

He's out on a personal matter.

Can you tell me what it's about?

No. When will he be back?

Can't say.

Would you like to leave a message?

Dr. Leeds? How is she?

She's got a nasty concussion.

We're doing a rape kit.

I'm sorry, I have to ask you this.

When was the last time

you had sexual relations with your wife?

It was about an hour before.

There's no sign she was actually raped.

She's lost some blood, but you already know that.

Can I see her?

There's no treatment other than time.

Right now she needs to rest.

Any excitement at all

could send her back into shock.

These are skin scrapings from under her nails.

I'm sending them to a lab in Seattle.

I was a detective in Seattle.

If you address those to Roy Biggs and put my name on it,

I'll call ahead and speed things up.

Okay. Yeah, that would be helpful, thank you.

One more thing...

That orderly--

Has been here all night.

Your wife is in delayed shock.

I'd better phone the sheriff.

He's here.

Down in the basement, level one.

Where do you think you're going? This area is off-limits.

I need to talk to the sheriff.

Sheriff's busy right now.

Well, go un-busy him. It's an emergency.

Yeah, what?

Daniel Pruitt, sir.

I know who you are, detective.

How?

Your wife's admitting form. What can I do for you?

Can we talk?

No. We just talked.

Please excuse me. I have another matter.

All due respect, sir,

but my wife was just attacked in your jurisdiction.

I wasn't some flatfoot guarding a Dairy Queen.

I worked Homicide six years in downtown metro,

so, cop to cop,

I know you just didn't tell me you have another matter.

Homicide. So what? What's your point?

I want in on this investigation.

Look, my wife was practically beaten to death.

Come on.

This will only take a second.

Thanks for doing this, Ed.

It's not a problem, Morgan.

He's okay.

What have you got for me so far?

It wasn't a fair fight.

His hands are pretty clean, mostly defensive wounds.

From the lividity,

I'd say he's been dead about two hours.

Eye socket's fractured.

Rectangular lacerations with jagged markings

are imprinted on the cheekbone,

but not from, say, somebody's ring.

See here?

It looks to me like he's been pistol--

Hey, not now.

See here?

Like, from underneath the grip of an automatic.

It's got to be 9 millimeter.

Beretta maybe, or it could be a Glock.

Cause?

Cerebral hematoma.

The back of his skull is cracked.

Would you all give me a moment, please?

My God.

Something wrong, detective?

What? Aside from my wife being attacked?

For a second back there,

I thought maybe you'd seen him someplace before.

Listen, you can tell the sheriff.

You tell me on the way.

Your wife shouldn't be disturbed till morning.

I'll have you back by then.

I think I'm going to stay here.

I need to talk to you.

You're...

You're from Seattle?

Yeah.

How'd you hear about the campsite?

My wife heard it from a realtor.

We got the directions at a bar called the Morningstar.

So someone could have heard you talking about going up there?

Well, we weren't whispering.

And then you left her alone.

I went to the store.

I left my gun.

What kind of a gun?

.38, service-issue revolver.

You only carried the one?

Yeah.

The thing is, detective...

we found this.

One shot fired.

Yours?

You found it at the campsite?

No, we found it at the murder scene.

Which...means to me

the same man committed both crimes.

He could have taken it from the campsite

where he attacked your wife...

and then lost it when he...

That is my son in there.

Someone ran him off the road and then murdered him.

I'm sorry about your son.

Thank you.

Sheriff?

Morgan.

What?

My name. Morgan.

Morgan.

You think these crimes are connected?

Two assaults, same night. A few miles apart.

It's a good bet, no?

Apparently...

this wasn't the weapon my son was pistol-whipped with.

So do you have any leads?

I have ideas.

Sheriff?

Yeah. Go ahead, Dave.

I cross-checked suspects with those priors:

assault and batteries, rapes. You're right. I got a name.

Yeah. I'm listening.

It's that bookie, John Drexel. Remember him, Mac?

Oh, yeah. Read me his resume.

Gambling conviction, did a couple of stretches in Lompoc.

Two double-As and a double-L, that's this year alone.

I asked around.

Sounds like Bobby was into him for a bundle.

I settled that debt personally.

Bobby must have went back, Sherrif.

Where is he?

His brother says he's over at J.B.'s.

Did you get that, detective?

Two aggravated assaults, another for lewd and lascivious.

Who is he?

He's a creep.

Where you going?

Wait in the car.

I said wait in the car.

What did you do? I didn't do nothing.

What did you do?

I didn't do nothing.

Come here.

You want to tell me? Tell me what you did.

You want to tell me?

McKenna!

Suspect resisted. Suspect died.

You want to tell me?

Tell me. That's it. Come on. Come on. Come on.

Enough. Enough.

Whatever you think he did,

you need evidence to prove it.

Okay. All right.

Where's the bathroom?

Down the hall.

I need to get back to the hospital.

Be with my wife.

Why don't you let her rest?

I'll get you back there in a couple hours.

You look like you could use a little rest yourself.

I'm not tired.

Couch is yours if you change your mind.

I'm making some coffee.

If you want something harder, it's in the cabinet.

I'll take some coffee.

All right.

Take that shirt off.

What?

Take the shirt off.

Why?

It's wet, full of blood. I'll throw it in the machine.

That was Bobby about 10 years ago.

So were you and your son close?

Uh...

No, not of late, anyway.

Truth is we weren't even speaking.

And...damn shame of that

is that earlier tonight he left me a message...

on the answering machine.

That was...

the first time I heard his voice in a long time.

What did he say on the message?

Not much, really.

He sounded like

he was in some kind of fix and he needed to talk.

Probably about money.

I just was out in the field.

So, what did he do around here?

Worked for this Jonah Ganz.

He owned that bar

you were in earlier tonight,

along with some other interests.

He's got his greedy little fingers

in a bunch of pies.

I have yet to be able to break one of them.

Why would he work for a guy like that?

Paid well.

Right.

Yeah?

Okay.

Drexel's got an alibi, airtight.

You got something you want to say to me?

No, sir.

I can't imagine what you're going through,

but whoever did this to my wife...

I want justice too.

Okay, then you help me get this son of a bitch.

Yeah, I'll help you any way I can.

And when you catch him, what do you intend on doing?

Not miss.

You're not serious?

This ain't the city.

Only God is watching.

We're police officers.

We take an oath to uphold the law.

We don't have to agree with it. We just have to abide by it.

So if I gave you a chance to get even...

with the guy that attacked your wife,

you wouldn't take it?

I don't know what I'd do.

The hell you don't.

Everyone.

Gentlemen.

This is Detective Pruitt.

He's going to be assisting us in both investigations.

I expect you to show him the same respect you do me.

Let's go back to work. Let's go. Not one stone unturned, okay?

Not one damn stone.

Can I have one of those?

Help yourself.

Thanks.

Daniel!

Daniel.

You know, it just occurred to me.

You probably came down this road last night

on the way to the hospital.

You happen to see anything?

I'd have told you.

Remember, we're looking for any sign of a 9 mm.

You'll be here if I need you?

Yeah.

Listen.

She may be the only real witness we have, so...

if she's up to it, see if she remembers anything.

So she can relive this whole nightmare

in some damn trial?

There won't be any trial.

Bobby struck down the power line...

probably causing an outage in the area,

so let's start by getting a time frame.

Have we ruled out robbery?

That's been bugging me, Mac.

Perp stole a .38 from that campsite,

but took nothing from Bobby.

We found his wallet and his watch still on him.

With Bobby, it was personal.

What about this?

Why pistol-whip with a .9 when he'd lifted Pruitt's .38?

I'm stuck on that too.

We recovered two sets of prints from the gun, not three.

They belong to Pruitt and his wife.

Where'd you get Pruitt's?

He's a cop. They're on computer file.

I got his wife's from personal items at the campsite.

Maybe our man wiped his own prints off.

And left the other two intact?

No, he definitely dropped that .38 by accident

at the struggle.

We've got to get some prints.

Where do we start?

Where do we start?

Why would someone want him dead so bad they beat him to death?

A man has a gun on you, you'd do whatever he says...

even let him knock you around.

Look, it's the middle of the night,

middle of nowhere, no witnesses.

If you wanted to kill him, you'd just shoot him.

I mean, why take the time to beat him?

That's my point.

I mean, there's lots of motives...

but this guy's...

this guy's was rage.

Make a list of the people

that are least likely to mourn Bobby's passing.

Oh, and he also left me a message at about 10:00.

Find out where that call came from.

Sheriff, what about this Detective Pruitt?

What about him?

Maybe we should check him out some more.

Save it. He's a cop.

He's going through the same thing I am.

Dr. Cody to the pharmacy.

Dr. Cody to the pharmacy, please.

Dr. Graham and Dr. Stephen to ICU.

Dr. Graham and Dr.Stephen to ICU.

It's an emergency.

Come on.

Thanks, man.

Sorry about that.

Detective Bureau. Biggs.

Hey, Roy, it's Pru.

Hey, retired country man.

Don't tell me.

The boredom's got to you already.

Listen, partner, I need a favor.

And I need it really quick.

Dr. Leeds?

I need you to check with lab processing.

There's an evidence bag coming to you

from a hospital upstate.

My name's on it.

Evidence? Why would your name be--

I'm helping out a sheriff

with a sexual assault case.

Roy, the envelope

has a blood swatch and some skin scrapings.

I need the lab to cross the samples

and tell me if they come from the same guy.

Can you do that?

Sure I can.

Danny, is everything okay?

How's Jess?

I'll fill you in later.

And don't tell anyone else.

Don't talk to anyone else.

I'm on it.

I'll call back.

Killer.

Car. It's a killer.

Why would he have your picture in his wallet?

I was his girl for a while.

Didn't last long.

Why not?

He hardly ever touched me.

Finally, I just broke it off.

Was he angry about that?

Him? Angry? The son of a bitch stole my car.

So did you turn him in?

No, his daddy found out and brung it back.

Whole thing was sort of funny at first...

and after that, I hated him.

Why's that?

He beat the living crap out of me.

He beat the living crap out of me.

It's him! It's him!

Morgan.

Morgan, I need to talk to you.

Not now.

There's something I need to tell you.

Wait. I want to show you something.

What is it?

It's another shot.

Come on.

Here. Take a look.

Get something this time?

Yeah.

He was at the bar with some other men.

He was with Bobby.

When he and Bobby worked for Ganz, they...

Anyway, his name's Jay Redmond Sawyer.

You don't remember talking to anybody besides the barmaid?

There was a lot of people at the bar, though.

And you don't remember seeing my son there?

I can't be sure.

Well, maybe your wife will remember him.

What? Forgot to pee?

You need more evidence than this to link him to either crime.

Listen, he's a registered sex offender.

He was at the bar with Bobby.

Someone saw him with a handgun last week.

What the hell's the matter with you?

Come on, detective. You ride with me.

You must think you're pretty smart.

What's that supposed to mean?

I guess you'd have to be,

passing your detective exam so young and all.

The job wasn't what you think.

Sometimes you're just lucky to get home.

That's the thing about luck.

It often runs out when you least expect it to.

Think I could ever be a hotshot detective like you,

Mr. Pruitt?

I don't really know.

Yeah, you must be one smart cop.

I guess all those merit citations

cancel out those justifiable homicides.

You checking up on me?

Have I done something to offend you, Deputy Forrest?

May I call you David?

No, you may not.

You listen to me, detective.

We don't need outsiders telling us how to do our job.

We know how to do our job.

Morgan asked me

to help with this case directly or indirectly.

I don't care what he told you.

I know you're involved in all this,

directly or indirectly.

You stay. You guard the entrance.

The only other way out's that back alley.

You watch that.

If you have to shoot, don't miss, okay.

Yes, sir. Mac, can I have a word?

Yeah, just a sec.

You might need this.

I took the liberty

of having Tustin reload it for you.

Go upstairs, look around for Red, but don't do anything.

Just wait for me, all right?

What?

But I might remind you--

No calls.

The young man

has been paying off his casino markers

with your money.

Such men who find themselves in debt

sometimes panic,

maybe threaten to make our arrangement together public.

And that, Mr. Ganz, can never happen.

Yes.

Well...

A new man will be making the pickups,

starting this weekend.

I don't like being here.

Don't make me come back.

I said no more calls.

I'm sorry, sir. It's the police.

A Detective Pruitt.

Get a number.

He's not calling, sir. He's here.

Can I help you?

I'm here to question one of your employees.

I assume you have a warrant.

Red Sawyer's an ex-convict. We don't need a warrant.

Can you find Red Sawyer and ask him to come up here?

Yes, sir.

McKenna.

I'm truly very sorry.

Almost had a heart attack when I heard about Bobby.

You need a heart for that.

This is hardly the time

to allow bad blood to boil between us.

Bobby was an important man in my business.

I'd just given him a promotion.

He was like a son to me.

He was my son.

We both have the same interests here, sheriff.

To right a terrible wrong.

Mr. Pruitt, isn't it?

Try one of my Montecristos. Cubans.

Just got them yesterday.

Had a hell of a time getting them over here,

but well worth the trouble.

No thanks.

Well, yes. They are illegal.

You're not here to arrest me, are you?

Cut the crap.

McKenna, why don't you just get off me?

I loved Bobby.

You.

You stay out of my face.

Hey, boss, what's up?

We've got you on a parole violation.

Come down to the station with us. We need a little chat.

Gun!

Drop it!

Call an ambulance.

You want to tell me what you were doing back there?

No.

You tried to kill him, Morgan. You almost killed me.

Well, next time, don't impede my investigation.

You want to call this an investigation?

This is your own personal manhunt.

Listen, son, you've got enough problems.

You want another one right now?

The thing is, Forrest was shot with a 9 mm.

You tell me why this guy would run if he wasn't guilty?

Why?

Where's Red now?

They're sewing him up.

We got him guarded.

He's going to spend the night here.

Look, I want to interrogate him.

Yeah, so do I.

You can't beat the truth out of him.

Is that right?

You want the truth?

You know exactly what I want.

Yeah. You made that pretty clear.

Tomorrow, first thing, we'll go by the crime scene,

find whatever evidence we need to clean this thing up.

I want you there. You got a place to say tonight?

I'll be right here.

Oh, yeah. I'm sorry...

Is she making any progress?

No. She's still pretty out of it.

Well, when she's a little more alert,

I'd like to show her Red's mug shot.

Doc says that's too risky, that it could--

This is not a request.

You like it or not, she's got to be questioned.

Don't you mean interviewed?

She's a victim, not a suspect.

You listen. Your wife was attacked.

That's a damn tragedy...

but she is still alive.

Doc, we're leaving in the morning.

Sheriff McKenna says

she's a material witness in two felony crimes.

Now, I had to sedate her again...

but I think he aims on hearing what she has to say.

There's something else.

We couldn't save the baby.

No, that's a mistake. She's not pregnant.

Actually, she was. About five weeks.

I'm sorry.

Jess. I'm here. Jess.

I'm sorry.

No. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

I shouldn't have left you.

Everything's going to be okay.

Morning.

Morning.

We'll leave in the morning.

Dog. Dog.

Knife.

Morning. Morning.

Jess, who did this to you?

Morning.

Sir, what happened to that machine?

Oh, it's on its way to the junkyard.

Skin scrapings and blood from that shirt

are the same type, B negative,

but you know that don't mean squat.

I'm going to have to wait for the DNA.

They did find something odd

in that blood on the guy's T-shirt.

What is it?

It's chock-full of anabolic steroids.

One major side effect, no lead in his pencil.

Know what I mean?

Guy like that

probably wouldn't try to rape anybody.

Danny, you still there?

Yeah. I'm still here.

Your sheriff pal

sent over another blood sample to be matched

a couple of hours ago.

Name on it was Redmond Sawyer.

This McKenna, he was asking some questions.

What did he want to know?

Spoke to the cap about your service record.

You want to tell me what's going on?

Roy...

I don't want to get you in the middle of it.

I'll call you back.

Sheriff?

What?

We got a bullet casing.

Son of a bitch. It's a 9 mm.

Can I see that?

If that matches Red's gun, I'd say that's all I need.

You have the ability to check something like that out here?

Do we have the ability? Yes, boy, we damn sure do.

Yes, we do.

Come on, let's put an end to this.

So, Smitty...

Red's guilty, right?

Yes, sir. He shot David, sir.

I mean, my kid.

If he did, it wasn't with the gun that he had.

Ed compared the grip of his Beretta

with the marks on Bobby's face.

Said they don't match up.

What about the bullet casing?

Sorry, sir. The case you brought in

wasn't fired from Red's gun.

Um...

Wait for the blood to match the finger scrapings.

Sir? Yeah.

Seems Bobby's truck did cause a power outage near the highway.

The lights went out around 11:00.

11, huh?

That's right.

Wayne's got those impressions.

He's been working

on getting a size and type for the suspect's tire.

He says he's close.

Well, where is he?

Outside, dropping off Red's pickup.

I thought those tire impressions were too smudged to make out.

We got a pretty good one.

Is that Forrest's desk?

Yeah.

He wanted me to find some evidence bag he collected

and get it to McKenna.

Excuse me.

You looking for something?

These were the first photos taken?

Yeah.

Who was on the scene first?

I was.

Look. In all these photos,

the doors to the trailer, they're open.

Yeah, that's right.

They were open when I got there. Wide open. So?

Is there a way they can be unlocked from the inside?

No. Not unless they were busted open.

Were they?

Did you examine the bolt?

What's this got to do with anything?

I locked the doors before I had it towed.

I didn't see any evidence

to suggest that bolt had been broken.

Cerebral hematoma.

The blow that killed him was to the back of the head.

Someone went back there and surprised him.

Maybe so.

You expect me to talk?

I expect you to die.

Morgan! Morgan!

Get off!

You see that, man?

He tried to end me.

You better help me,

or I'll wake him up and find a bigger pillow|

I didn't kill anyone.

Word is you never left the bar,

but you saw Bobby leave.

He left for an hour. But he came back.

He went to the campsite for my wife.

Your wife? Bobby? Hell, no.

I've got proof.

He went to steal your damn car.

How'd he get up there?

I don't know.

What did Bobby do for Ganz?

He was making Jonah's pickups from the Indian casino.

You know, kickbacks.

But Bobby was skimming off the top.

How'd you find that out?

Same way I know you were making Bobby pay you to keep quiet.

How could you know that?

You just told me.

Well, so what?

I knew Jonah would find out sooner or later.

He couldn't have Bobby telling his dad

about the poison being dumped on the reservation.

He figured he might try to blackmail him

if he didn't back off about the money.

But Bobby never would have talked. Never.

No. He left a message on his dad's machine that night.

What do you think he said?

I don't know.

He was going to leave town, but...

Somebody killed him.

Yeah.

I heard it was you.

Anyway, when he came back to the Morningstar, he was alone.

He said your car wasn't up there, but...

Morning.

He seemed messed up, scared.

Morning...star.

You know anybody who has a dog and carries a knife?

A lot of guys around here carry knives.

He was alone when he came back the first time.

What about when he left the second time?

The last I saw him, he was with Jonah.

Why don't you go bug him?

It's Friday. He'll be at the fight club on Ninth.

One more thing.

Where'd Bobby stash the money? Don't tell me the bank.

Find Bobby's truck.

There's a panel under the driver's seat.

He used to keep it in a gym bag in there.

I don't get it.

It's the wrong gun, wrong blood.

It's all right.

You just need to sleep it off.

What? The liquor

or the chokehold you put on me?

Sorry about that.

Hey...

Your dad alive?

Yeah.

Is he a cop?

Yeah.

Whatever I couldn't do...

or I didn't do for my son when he was alive...

I...

I've got to make it up to him now.

You understand that, don't you?

Yeah. I understand that.

Well, good night.

Dad?

It's Bobby.

I tried you earlier, but...

Listen, Dad, I've got to tell you something.

It's bad. I'm trying to stop it.

Look, I can't talk right now.

I'll try you later on, okay?

Dad?

I'm sorry.

We're closing up.

Come back tomorrow.

Detective Pruitt.

I'm looking for the washing machine,

came here from the hospital.

Why?

Because I work in the None of Your Damn Business Division.

They're over there.

Turn those lights back on.

I can't. They're on a timer.

For God's sake, Billy.

If you don't throw a jab, he'll do that every single time!

Tough sport, boxing.

So they say, detective.

You ever throw on the gloves yourself for competition?

Yeah. Back in the day.

You?

No, no, no, no.

I prefer the corner.

That's where you really control the fighters.

You got another one of those?

Sure.

Thanks.

Glad to see someone

who can appreciate the finer things.

Billy, if you're not going to trade jabs,

then get out of the damn ring!

Bobby enjoy the finer things?

Bobby's taste in tobacco

ran closer to Camels than Cubans.

Something he learned from his father.

So he never smoked one of these?

I would say not.

Well, I found one in Bobby's rig.

It was a Montecristo.

One of yours?

Attaboy, Billy!

Go after him! Go after him.

Bobby was using one of my company trucks to get around.

I could have left that in there anytime.

I considered that, but you said these Cubans

only just arrived on the day that Bobby was killed.

You did say that, right?

Meaning?

Meaning, if you only just got them,

how could they be in Bobby's rig any time before that night?

Is this going somewhere, detective?

Yeah, it is.

And so are you.

Mr. Ganz. Mr. Ganz, I did it.

Deputy, I want to press full charges against this man.

Hey!

Harassment, police brutality, assault.

Hey! Hey!

A little out of your province here, detective.

Called a citizen's arrest.

Yeah, well you picked a pretty prominent citizen.

What's the charge?

Murder.

And who did he supposedly kill?

Bobby McKenna.

I see.

And how do you know that?

You check his prints, they'll match the ones found

on the cigar band I found in Bobby's truck.

This man isn't even a police officer.

How can you trust the integrity of any evidence

he may have planted in my truck?

Sorry, Jonah.

If Mr. Pruitt has something to say about this investigation,

McKenna is going to listen.

I found this in a panel

underneath the seat of Bobby's truck.

Ganz killed Bobby because he caught him stealing.

You tell McKenna what I said.

Maybe you better tell him.

What exactly is this?

The nail in his coffin.

I don't understand why we're in such a hurry.

That would take too long to explain.

Sometimes it's better

if you don't have to tell me everything.

You're just going to have to trust me.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

All right.

Ready?

Yeah.

Where are you going?

We're leaving.

Thank you for your concern.

He what?

Brought Ganz in late last night.

Claimed he killed Bobby

over some money he found out Bobby was stealing from him.

Hell of a lot of cash.

His lawyer's been coming around here like clockwork.

Where did Pruitt come up with all this?

He found that cigar band in Bobby's truck.

Claimed Ganz's prints are on it. That you'd understand.

I checked. There is a thumbprint.

Mean anything to you?

Yeah. It's Cuban. Ganz just got them.

Look, you searched that truck.

How the hell did you miss all this cash?

How is that possible?

He claimed it was in a panel under the seat.

Look, Mac, something else.

What?

After Pruitt left, Wayne came by here.

Had these with him.

Claims the impressions we found by the roadside

match the Whitestone tires on Pruitt's car.

Exact same tire type.

I talked to David.

He found a section of Whitestone tire

at the murder scene.

Now, I looked all through his desk,

and I couldn't find it.

Morgan, you said yourself you had a blowout recently.

Pruitt could have taken evidence from here anytime.

What are you saying?

Wayne also brought over a 9 mm automatic. A Glock.

He found it stuffed in the frame of a washing machine

at the junkyard.

And, so?

Those machines were only just taken there from the hospital.

The prints on the .9 are Pruitt's.

I called his captain back.

He says all metro detectives are issued a .38.

Yes, I know that.

Well, his primary was a .9 Glock.

Yeah.

Well?

The shell casing you found

was fired from the .9 that Wayne brought in.

All right.

Call the hospital.

Get somebody over to his wife's room. That's where he'll be.

Doc Leeds said he just took her and left.

Why don't you wait till tomorrow to tell me that?

Danny, can you slow down?

Jess...

you were attacked.

You pointed a man out and told me he was the one.

He wasn't. Now that man's dead.

I didn't do it.

The best thing for us to do is get out of here.

Danny...

Danny, he had tattoos.

He had tattoos.

The dog and the knife?

You were describing those tattoos.

There was...

there was another man.

He didn't...

He just stood there and he watched it happen.

I understand now.

You know who did this?

Yeah. I know who did this.

You can't just let him go free.

This is your career, McKenna. You think about that.

If what Pruitt says holds water,

it's your life.

You think about that.

Got a fresh eyeball.

He's turned on 21 South, heading toward the junkyard.

He's probably going there to pick up his gun.

Everyone stay clear.

I want to handle this on my own.

Danny!

Stop!

Danny. Danny!

Danny, no! No!

Drop it.

Danny!

Drop the weapon.

No.

Don't test me, boy.

Danny!

This is the man who attacked my wife.

Kill him! He did it!

Start making some sense, Pruitt.

It's okay now, Jess.

Tell me.

It's him.

Are you sure? Yes.

You're absolutely sure?

Yes.

All right.

We promised to help each other.

I'll go first.

Next case.

I didn't kill your son.

You're a liar.

He went up to the campsite to steal my car.

When the car wasn't there, Wayne changed the plan on him.

Look, I didn't kill your son.

Look, Morgan.

I found this varsity pin from his jacket.

He left it there.

That's why he left the message on your machine.

He needed to tell somebody.

Dad? I'm sorry.

I came barreling down that road looking for a hospital...

and we almost collided.

Jessica identified him as the guy,

so I jumped him

and I put him in the back of the trailer

and I locked the doors.

When your deputies arrived, the doors were open.

You've seen the crime-scene photos, Morgan.

Look, I left your son...alone.

He was alive.

It was Ganz.

He was in front of the cab the whole time.

He went back there and he finished him.

That's why the cigar band was in there.

You lied to me.

You've got to believe me.

You've got to believe me, Morgan.

It was Ganz.

Bobby had things on him that would bury him forever.

Look at him.

He knows.

He's not going anywhere.

It was Pruitt!

Damn you, McKenna.

Ask his wife. Ask her. Go on, ask her. She was there.

She saw everything! She was there!

How the hell would you know that?

Your boy was a thief, McKenna.

Turn around.

The both of you, turn around. Turn around.

What are you going to do? Are you going to shoot me?

A dozen people know you brought me here.

Yeah. You're right. I can't shoot you.

Morgan...

I'm sorry.

If there's anything I can do...

I feel a little better. How about yourself?

Withholding evidence,

impeding on a criminal investigation,

aggravated assault.

I'll clean that all up.

Now...

Why don't you just take your beautiful wife here

and get the hell out of here?

If you ever come back, come by and talk to me.