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[The Cars singing
"Just What I Needed"]

[indistinct chatter]

♪ I don't mind you coming here ♪

♪ Wasting all my time ♪

♪ 'Cause when
you're standing.. ♪

(Diane)
Oh, come on, Barry.

I want to hear the movie.

I don't see
anybody else watching.

It's James Dean.

♪ It's not the perfume
that you wear ♪

♪ It's not the ribbons
in your hair.. ♪

Peach schnapps?

That's your big move, Barry?

I thought you liked
peach schnapps.

Oh, who told you that?

- Shane Bannif?
- No.

Next time you see Shane,
ask him what happened

at Devil's Pool.

He took you there?

Pumped me full
of peach schnapps

said he wanted
to jump the ledge.

- No way.
- Way.

I'd jump, but Shane has some
last-minute shrinkage.

End of our big date.

♪ I don't mind you
hanging out.. ♪

I'll take
one of these.

♪ And talking in your sleep.. ♪

Bottoms up.

♪ Doesn't matter
where you've been ♪

♪ As long as it was deep yeah ♪

♪ You always knew
to wear it well ♪

♪ And you look so fancy
I can tell.. ♪

Mmm.

Feels like we're
being watched.

You wanna go
in the back?

♪ In your sleep ♪

♪ I guess you're
just what I needed.. ♪

Can you put the top up?

[sighs]
Yeah. Just don't move.

♪ I guess you're just
what I needed ♪

♪ Just what I needed ♪

♪ I needed someone
to bleed.. ♪♪

Damn it. It's stuck.

Well, unstick it.

You look...beautiful..

[gunfire]

[screaming]

[gunfire]

(Diane)
'Help!'

'Somebody help him!'

'Help!'

[instrumental music]

[laughing]

Well, you look great, Diane.

Ah, capoeira, crunches

six rounds
at the heavy bag.

I never give an inch.

[clears throat]

Boss.

Lill, I'd like you to meet
a friend of mine, Diane Yates.

Agent Yates, FBI.

This the one
you told me about, John?

Uh, something I can
help you with?

Maybe.

Diane got her start
in the PPD.

18th District.

Wild west back then.

She blazed a trail for women.

Oh, that's a bunch
of bull, Johnny.

I got tired of being
groped by the boys' club

and then being passed up
for promotion.

Ah, it's more complicated
than that.

What, you want to compare
detective test scores?

The spot you ten points
for having a Y chromosome.

Well, it's not too long ago.

At least the bureau was
a little bit more enlightened.

You back for
memories or...coffee?

A case you worked
on a while ago.

(John)
'The fresh job.'

Mel Shaver.

Shot dead walking his dog.

Elmwood Park.
Uh, suspected robbery

went cold
with no witnesses.

Yeah, well,
we'll see about that.

What's the FBI's
interest in the job?

Classified, listen,
I had a rough one last night

I need a fistful of Ibuprofen
or something stronger.

Classified.
Give me a break.

Well, just download
her on the case, Lill.

Maybe she can
help us solve it.

Got some Ibuprofen
in my desk.

Anything stronger?

Mel Shaver, 43-year-old
tax lawyer, shot on November 6

in Elmwood Park.

Recover any ballistics evidence?

Went through and through.

Gold Rolex, a wallet missing.

Got a string of holdups
in the area.

What else?

'Wife says he didn't
have any enemies.'

- Solid citizen.
- What about habits?

Crack or stripping
his bark in the woods?

Nothing turned up.

Nothing turned up,
or you didn't ask?

I worked the case
and there was nothing to go on.

It's a Percocet,
left over from an accident.

Shame not to finish
a prescription.

I didn't need them.

Major Maurice Kitchener
got the end he deserved.

[chuckles]

Run my name through
the fed database?

Wouldn't exactly
describe you

as a solid citizen,
detective.

Though you
lean that way.

I do my best.

Of course you do.
What's this?

It's a wooded area,
adjacent to the kill spot.

No, no, no. Here.

'I need these blown up.'

- Get a high-res scan.
- This is Philadelphia.

We got one lab tech, one copy
machine and a two-week wait.

That's for a hot case.

I'll do it, then.

So is this the extent
of your investigation?

Unless the FBI has
some new information.

No.

We're counting on you
having missed something.

Hmm. Doubt it.
Case is cold.

Start by re-interviewing
the wife.

And do you need
approval from Daddy

or can we just
work this case?

How exactly do
you know Stillman?

Johnny always gave me
a fair shake coming up.

All things considered.

Considering what?

I broke up his marriage.

[theme music]

[clears throat]

Hey.

Hey.

You want
a piece of me?

Nah. Just came to see
how you were doing.

Well, five hours
a day I get to

talk about my feelings.

Can't sleep 'cause my roommate's
up every five minutes

washing the germs
off his hands

and lecturing me
about palm oils in my diet.

Highlight of the day
is, uh, taking on

my fellow detectives
in ping-pong

but other than that
things are looking up.

How's the Jell-O?

Not bad.

Mac and cheese sucks.

Portable DVD player.

- Hmm.
- Yeah.

Thank you.

"The Honeymooners." Ha ha.

"The Godfather One, Two."

[chuckles]
"Midnight Run."

"The Cutting Edge?"

It's a guilty pleasure.

Mine too. Between us.

DA, uh, reopened
the Billingsley case.

Fat lot of good
that does Joe Don.

Come on.

Alright.

(female #1)
'Has there been
a break in the case?'

(Lilly)
'It's a routine
reinvestigation.'

Why is the FBI interested?

It's quite a collection.

My husband bought
those for me.

Cute. What kind of
man was your husband?

I know what you're asking.

We had a good marriage.

What, because
he bought you these?

And he was very thoughtful.

Sounds like.

I'm sorry,
I don't see

what this has to do
with his murder.

If you could just tell us
what happened that night.

Mel took
our dog for a walk

and...was killed
by a stranger.

One minute you're planning
a trip to the Galapagos

and the next
you're shopping funerary urns.

Did he ever live
or work in Upper Darby?

Uh, not that I know--

Anywhere in Delaware Country?

[sighs]

- He was a homebody.
- Meaning what?

You'd just sit around
sipping Sleepytime Tea

and watching "60 Minutes?"

[sighs]

Mel worked.
He...watched the Phillies.

He took walks.

Our big excitement
was...dinner and a movie.

Did he ever mention
the Darby View Drive-In?

(Sally)
'Drive-In?'

This is going to help
solve my husband's murder?

Well, just answer
the question.

I think I want you to leave.

(Lilly)
'Interesting
interrogation technique.'

You're a hand-holder.

It works sometimes.

- That woman lost her husband.
- I got that.

As well as he liked the Phillies
and walks in the park.

It's a tragic loss,
to be sure.

Well, she might've
given us something.

I'm looking for connections,
not Facebook friends.

She didn't know
who killed her husband

and I needed to know that.

Boss said these
belong to you.

Diane Yates.

Scotty Valens.

You two partners?

Hmm.

What type of name
is that, Valens?

Italian? Mexican?

It's Cuban,
Puerto Rican.

As in Valenzuela?

It's a shame
to shorten that.

I dated a Latino once.

All talk,
no follow through.

You're dating
the wrong Latinos.

Well, I guess so.

How about you put those
pretty brown eyes of yours

to good use?

And don't worry,
I don't bite.

Anymore.

[clears throat]

I got grass, trees,
rocks, park bench.

Well, there's something here.

(Scotty)
'That could be
a homeless squat.'

I don't recall
an interview in the file.

They must've split
when they saw the cops.

Yeah, but it'd be nice
to know if he saw something.

I'll call patrol.
Talk to the beat cop.

I miss a spot shaving?

Uh-huh.

Just looking.

Thinking you'd fit
right in at the bureau.

You fill out a suit nicely

and I'm sure you're
good at sucking up.

- Minority doesn't hurt.
- Yeah.

- I'll get right on that.
- Hmm.

So what's the bureau
want with this case anyway?

What's it like working
with the bleach queen?

Well, Lill and I
make a good team.

Oh, I bet.

- It's not like that.
- You're not her type?

Thanks. The guy we're looking
for is Carl Guidry.

The bum in the park?

Patrol picked him up last week
for a visit to the psych ward.

At St. Paul's.

You remember
this place, Carl?

Ah...yes.

You stay there sometimes?

Under my tree.

Well, a man was shot
and killed there last November.

And, uh, we think you
might've seen it happen.

No, I did not.

It was right here
by the path.

He was walking a dog.

No, ma'am.
Final answer.

Carl..
We know everything, Carl.

Everything inside
that head of yours.

Even that girl.

You have a problem with
people reading your thoughts?

I want it to stop.

(Diane)
'I can help you with that.'

First, you have to help us.

Take that.

It'll keep
the intruders out.

That better?

I think so.

It must be working.

Can I-I have another?

After you tell us
about the shooting.

(Carl)
'O-okay.'

I was right-right there.

[glass clinking]

[gunfire]

[dog barking]

[dramatic music]

You leave when
you saw the police?

I-I didn't want no trouble.

The man in
the green jacket, Carl.

What was he
doing to the body?

Taking that gold watch.

I suppose.

How'd you know
about that watch, Carl?

Did you take
the watch, Carl?

I took a few things.

There goes
robbery as a motive.

But the shooter
checked the body.

Making sure there was
no bullet left behind.

Get something off
the homeless guy?

Yeah. Saw the shooter.

That's good.

So, uh, Yates and Stillman
had a thing.

A thing, thing?

It was what she said.

And broke up his marriage.

[sighs]
Wow.

The bigger issue is, Cougar Town

won't let me
in on what the feds

interest in this case is.

Might have a connect
to Darby in Delaware County.

I'll dig around,
see what I can find.

(John)
'Diane, I want you
to meet another member'

of my team, Kat Miller.

Can I talk to you?

Nice to meet you too.

You promised
to keep me in the loop.

I will,
but first I need Rush

to walk me
through the crime scene.

Shaver enters the park
approximately 9:30.

I figure he keeps
to the lighted path.

The killer waited in the bushes
till he rounds the corner.

Then confronts Shaver
and maybe something happens

with the dog
or Shaver resists.

[dog barking]

Shot came from over there.

[chuckles]
What, with a handgun?

It's gotta be 100 yards.

He used a rifle.

[chuckles]
Well, not a lotta
thugs using long guns.

Shaver enters
the shooting lane

illuminated
by the street lamp.

[gunfire]

It's a perfect shot.

It puts the trajectory..

'...here.'

You gonna
tell me what's going on?

We gotta get
this back to ballistics.

Look, I don't give a crap how
far back you and Stillman go.

'You want to keep shining
me on, go ahead.'

I'll call my own friend
in the bureau.

I'm your friend
in the bureau.

We have
a serial killer, a sniper.

Are there other cases
to back this up?

''Cause I don't
recall other unsolveds'

with a rifle.

Last one was 27 years ago

and it looks like
he came out of retirement.

[dramatic music]

- Where's Yates?
- Oh, down at ballistics.

Found this.

- Darby View Drive-In, 1980.
- Shooting never solved.

Only evidence was a rifle bullet
recovered from the victim.

.25-06.

Well, Yates thinks
the Shaver murder

is the work
of a serial sniper.

Uh, might have
heard if a sniper

who was picking off
folks in our backyard.

And they sent one agent?

Feds come two to a box.

Well, I figure, boss vouches
for her, she must be good.

What if the task force blows
in and starts barking orders?

- Hey, Nick.
- Hey.

Uh. Kicked me early.

Got those files from
the Billingsley case for you.

- Just coffee, Fay. Thanks.
- You got it.

Trying to help
the family out, you know?

You talk to the warden?

They investigated
Joe Don's shanking.

It turns out,
he cut the chow line

and the gang took offense.

Well, that's on me.

No, you can't keep beating
yourself up about this, Nick.

No, I can't look
the other way either.

Well, do the work,
get your head right.

What's that
supposed to mean?

Well, it means,
it's gonna be a while

before you're cleared
back to active duty.

I'm good to go.

Worked with a guy in Vice.

He had a meltdown,
his wife left him.

Substance abuse.

- Brass had him take a powder.
- Yeah?

Well, he was chomping at the
bit to get back on the line.

He got cleared,
comes back all smiles.

Two weeks later, I found
him dead in his squad car.

I'm not that guy.

Take as much time
as you need, Nick.

We'll be here
for you when you're ready.

Hey.

You gotta fluff
half the boys in the lab

to get a report
back around here.

Come back a .25-06?

Same bullet
that killed Barry Jensen

at the Darby View Drive-In.

Nice.

Yes.

Preliminary ballistics
makes it a match.

Well, the same
shooter then?

You think?

You know,
if you want my help

you need to tell
me what's going on.

How about we get a drink?

[elevator bell dings]

If you're 12-stepping
you can sip

diet soda
and silently judge me.

(Diane)
'I can attribute
five shootings to our guy.'

- Victims linked?
- If only.

Kid on his way
to college, bus driver

secretary, roofer,
and now the tax attorney.

And the first one
at the drive-in.

Three more
after that and then

nothing for 27 years.

I thought he was
dead or in prison.

Then the Shaver
shooting pops.

Same MO, a single shot
to the chest.

No bullet left behind.

You've been hunting
this guy for 30 years?

Oh, I must have chased
down a dozen cases

I thought fit the pattern.

Calling in the task force?

Nope.

First homicide was right
around the corner here.

Frank's Coffee Shop.

Double murder,
waitress, manager.

First on the scene?

Took initial statements

and right away
I liked the busboy for it.

And then
the detectives show up.

Oh. Yeah, didn't
see it the same way.

No. I try telling 'em

but they liked
the ex-con grill cook.

The lead laughed in my face.

Told me to shut my trap
and secure his crime scene.

Oh, I remember
a few of those myself.

Well, the last thing
we need is some fed profiler

telling us what kind of
underwear our shooter favors

or that he had mommy issues.

[chuckles]

Another round.

One for him.

Amstel Light at the end
of the bar is kind of cute.

[chuckles]

You seeing anyone?

Uh, was.

Another cop?

Yeah.

Ah.

You're looking
for the real thing.

'Good luck.'

Only took me 30 years

but I stopped believing
in that nonsense

when I figured out
what men want.

- What's that?
- A girlfriend, not a wife.

[chuckles]

[upbeat music]

(John)
'Alright, Philly PD'

will work jointly with
Agent Yates and the FBI.

Got five shootings.

The first in 1980,
the last five months ago.

Agent Yates
will run the rest for you.

With the exception
of the first shooting

the killer chose isolated
targets minimizing his exposure.

This guy is patient,
smart, and careful.

Safe to assume
military service.

Four victims
either lived, worked

or had ties
to Delaware County.

First victim, Barry Jensen,
shot at a drive-in, 1980.

Any witnesses?

No. I've already done
the legwork on that.

- There's nothing there.
- Felicity Andrews, secretary.

Shot in her car
in New Jersey in 1981.

Assigned theorized
a carjacking gone wrong.

Preston Schmall,
part-time roofer

shot in the Poconos
while camping, 1982.

Next was Fred Norris,
a bus driver

shot in '83
near the bus grounds.

(John)
'And now Shaver,
the tax attorney'

shot just five months ago.

Any casing recovered?

No, but we have the bullet

that killed Shaver.

Matches the first victim, 1980.

Alright, re-interview
family, friends

any folks at those scenes.

See if something
was missed.

Interview the bus driver.

Oh. You want me
to interview the bus driver?

Well, you can
relate culturally.

Just right
on the surface, huh?

You got a problem
with that report me

to Reverend Al
after we find this guy.

Why are y'all coming
around now on Fred?

Reopening his murder.

Well, it's about time.

You two friends?

Played tonk
every Friday night.

Didn't have
any family just..

...just the regulars
on his route.

What happened
that night, Calvin?

Well, I was getting ready
for my next shift.

Catching some Zs
on the bus and..

...and that's when I,
that's when I heard it.

[dramatic music]

[gunfire]

Freddie?

(Calvin)
'Hey, what are you doing?'

Get help!
He's been shot!

I thought it was
one of Freddie's jokes.

We were always
pranking each other.

This other guy,
Black, White?

White, when I came back

from making the phone call,
he was gone.

Anything you remember
about him?

Green army jacket.

Just never
made any sense to me.

Felicity was going to
get her radiology degree.

And you worked together
before she took

the job
at the high school?

At Philly Savings and Loan.

- Secretaries?
- Executive assistants.

Just a nicer way
of saying the same thing.

We covered for
the loan officers

making promises
they couldn't keep.

Were there a lot of
angry folks back then?

Oh, you bet.

Spent most of the time answering
phones, getting yelled at.

Um, Felicity get
in the middle of something?

I remember this one guy
who kept calling

but that was years before
she was murdered.

- You got a name?
- Just a nickname.

Mr. 6.83.

A rate the manager promised
him but couldn't deliver.

[indistinct singing]

You wanna get lunch?

They have a new salad bar
at Maxwell's.

[telephone ringing]

Felicity, aren't you
going to answer it?

I can't. It's him,
I just know it.

Mr. 6.83?

He called
three times this morning

and I think
he followed me

into the parking lot
the other day.

[ringing continues]

Philly Savings and Loan.

(man #1)
'I want answers.'

'You promised me that rate.'

And I want a new Cadillac

and a boyfriend that
looks like Robert Redford.

- Nance!
- 'Where is she?'

'The blonde
that keeps lying to me'

'saying that
my loan's gonna go through?'

Would you like to speak
to a manager?

'You're all liars.'

Drop dead, creep!

♪ That's a strange way
to tell me you love me.. ♪

It got so bad,
she finally quit.

Good thing, 'cause the bank
went belly-up a year later.

Did she know
this guy's name?

I don't remember.

Like I said, there were
a lot of angry people

with the recession and all.

So you were there
when Preston was shot?

Not exactly.

You told police that you
were on the trail with him.

I-I wasn't with him
at the time.

- Did you see the shooter?
- No.

The police said it was
a stray bullet from a poacher.

So you went hiking
but just not together?

We weren't exactly
getting along.

We went camping
hoping to reconnect.

A little late?

You filed
for separation

a week before
he was killed.

Did you tell him?

We argued,
he ran into the woods.

That's the last time
I saw him.

Well, why lie about being
there when he was shot?

It was like that
police officer knew.

- Knew what?
- That it was my fault somehow.

It felt like
I had been set free.

I know that sounds terrible,
but it's the truth.

A happy accident.

It's funny, I hadn't thought
about Preston in years

and then last month
I ran into his sister

and she told me that
one of his gambling buddies

had been shot
upstate New York.

Shot and killed?

No, he survived.

You don't think
there's a connection, do you?

Can you give us a name?

Tim Hudson.

He'd hire Preston
to help him repo cars.

(Kat)
Bus driver saw the killer
at the scene.

(Diane)
Checking for a bullet.

(Kat)
Trying to, until
he was interrupted.

(John)
What about the secretary?

A disgruntled bank customer

might've been stalking her.

Pull the loan records
from that period, Scotty

match them
against military servers

people in the system.

Well, we got something.

(Lilly)
'Found a survivor, Tim Hudson.'

Worked as a repo man
with victim number three.

Preston Schmall.

Wounded in
a drug-related shooting.

Remember how I said
I'd keep you in the loop?

You know, I'm cutting you
a lot of slack, Diane

on account of our history.

This guy's out there,
John, I know it.

I'm gonna protect my people
if it turns into a turf war.

It's not going to.

Besides, Rush doesn't
need any protecting.

I just want that out there.

Let's put away
the badges, huh?

[sighs]
Sorry.

[chuckles]

Always did take you
three drinks to loosen up.

[laughing]

How's your mother?

She can't remember my name.

She spends her days
listening to the radio

and...humming to herself.

Well, it happens.

When that day comes,
shoot me dead.

Here's to knowing
when to fold.

It's been
a long time, John.

Too long.

No hard feelings.

I wasn't a boy.
We both knew the game.

I wasn't the one married.

Well, it would've ended, anyway.

Another one?

I better not.

I don't wanna regret
anything in the morning.

I won't if you won't.

[chuckles]

You know what?

I'm toast.

Why don't you
give me a ride home?

I'll, uh...I'll call you a cab.

Grab your keys
and take me home.

Or I'll get one of these
other young bucks to do it.

♪ So long ♪

♪ I'm going ♪

♪ Going home.. ♪♪

[dramatic music]

Remember Preston?

[chuckles]

Hard guy to forget.

What did he do?

He was shot and killed in '82.

Oh, must've rubbed
the wrong person the wrong way.

Preston wasn't half as
charming as he thought he was.

A little odd that Preston
gets shot and killed

and...then a year later,
you get shot?

Police said it was
probably a stickup.

Probably?

Ah, I had to take
their word for it.

Why is that?

Fifth of Old Crow,
half a dozen beaners

a little herb
to even it all out.

One minute I'm sailing,
the next minute

I'm waking up
in the hospital

and they're telling me
I'll never walk again.

You don't
remember anything?

I got whole years
missing, lady.

Cops said I was in a bad
hood trying to score.

Sounds good to me.

It's like
the hand of God

just came down
and gave me a crack.

Just changed your ways, huh?

Been clean
and sober ever since.

Of course
I, uh, can't walk.

But that
is a small price to pay

for getting me
off the road I was on.

You and Preston work
for a repo company?

Hmm. Just me.

Recession was good
for business.

I had so much work,
I'd toss Preston

a couple of bucks
now and then to give me a hand

especially if I was
in a bad neighborhood.

Why is that?

People don't
exactly invite

you in for
milk and cookies

when you're taking
their car or their color TV.

You guys ever get
into it with a customer?

Oh, from time to time.
Mostly words.

Well, maybe a vet or,
you know, a guy in the military.

One guy I remember.

Intense son of a bitch.

[Tom Petty singing
"Even The Losers"]

♪ Well it was nearly summer ♪

♪ We sat on your roof ♪

♪ Yeah we smoked.. ♪

Watch my back.

♪ And we stared at the moon.. ♪

Come on, man.

♪ Stars you never could see ♪

♪ Babe it couldn't
have been that easy ♪

♪ To forget about me ♪

(male #1)
Hey! Hey!

What the hell do you
think you're doing?

You're behind six months
on your payments.

Just doing our jobs, man.

Oh, what, take things
that don't belong to you?

The car belongs
to the bank now.

Come on, man, I need
that car to get to my job.

Here's an idea.
Get a bus pass.

[sighs]

I was gonna pay.

Come on, I can't afford
to lose this job, guys.

Unless you can pay
the delinquent amount

in full right now..

Times are tough,
Boudreaux.

Knock it off, Preston.

Hey, did you serve?

Yeah, what about it?

First Division,
Bravo Company.

So we're supposed to give you
the Semper Fi break?

Can't do that.

Look, I come back empty-handed,
guess what? I lose my job.

Come on, I'm trying
real hard here, man.

Try harder.

- You know what--
- Hey, hey, hey!

- 'Back off!'
- 'Stop it!'

- Hey, stop! Stop it!
- Hey!

Someday somebody's gonna
take something from you, pal.

Something real important,
and you're gonna remember me

when that happens.

Go back inside.

You-you wait.

You're gonna get yours,
Boudreaux.

(Lilly)
'Marines don't
make idle threats.'

They take action.

He was pretty steamed

but, uh, this was years
before I got shot.

You remember a name?

Just the car.

Ford Torino.

Must've been '76 or so.

[instrumental music]

Boss, pulled
repo company records.

A dozen cars match
Hudson's description.

We cross-referenced
the names with

Philly Savings and Loan
records, got a hit.

Bill Shepard, ex-marine,
served in Vietnam.

Well, he knows his
way around a gun.

Owned the Darby View Drive-In.
Tried to get a loan.

Connected to every victim except
the bus driver and Mel Shaver.

Shepard went off
the grid in the '80s.

No credit card statements,
zero bank activity.

Yates ran the name through
the FBI database and got a hit.

Lifetime subscriber
to "The Long Rifle Review."

That a crime?

Post-Oklahoma City

gets you
on a watch list.

Searching tax records trying
to track down an address.

Rush located his son,
Paul Shepard.

[door opens]

[scoffs]

A month overdue.

And it's my fault
I gotta charge late fees. Heh.

Agent Yates.
This is Detective Rush.

Looking for your father,
Bill Shepard.

Well, that makes
two of us.

You're gonna have
to do better than that.

What's this about?

Your father's a suspect

in a series of
unsolved shootings.

- What?
- He in contact with you?

He ran off
and left me when I was 14.

Had to go live with my aunt
and uncle in New Jersey.

Just took off?

- He lost everything.
- A drive-in?

(Paul)
'Yeah, pretty good business
back in the '70s.'

Then they started
opening multiplexes.

He try to hold on?

For a while.
He loved that place.

He used to love
watching people watch movies.

It looks like you
caught the bug.

Well, it was hard not to.

You know, my father
was his own worst enemy.

He should've sold the place.

Instead, the bank took it.

So what did he do
after he lost the drive-in?

He started drinking.

I still remember the day
the dad I knew was gone.

[The Pretenders
singing "Kid"]

♪ Kid what.. ♪

How you folks doing today?

Just going to the park.

- Nice day for it.
- 'Yeah.'

[sighs]

You need a little more.

Uh..

[sighs]

Come on, you know me.

Sorry. Full fare
required for rides.

Those are the rules.

♪ You do.. ♪

Hey, uh..

Can anyone spot me 50 cents?

Hmm.

Come on, man.

Don't embarrass me
in front of my boy.

- It's okay. We can walk.
- No, it's not okay, son.

I've got my other passengers
to take care of.

'I'm sorry, sir.'

'There's nothing
I can do for you.'

You're gonna
throw me off the bus?

(Fred)
'I need you to step out.'

♪ What I'm about
I won't deny it ♪

Look, you can get a free
bus pass at the shelter.

♪ But you forgive though ♪

♪ You don't understand ♪

♪ You've turned your head ♪

♪ You've dropped my hand.. ♪♪

A month later, he said
he was going up north

to look for a job
at a mill.

That the last
you saw of him?

Mm-hmm.

He-he was never mean
or anything like that.

Just...broken.

That the number six bus?

I think so.

He used to take it
all the time.

Well, that driver was shot
a couple years later.

So, back then, you think
that my father was..

We think
he's still out there.

[cellphone ringing]
We'll put a tap on your phones

in case he tries to reach you.

Excuse me.

You know,
I-I haven't seen or heard

from him in 30 years.

Anyplace
he might've gone to?

I-I spent half my life trying
to forget what happened.

Traced his VA checks
to a PO box in Mount Pocono.

The clerk there's
pulling up a home address.

Let's go.

The guy we're looking
for is Walt.

Postal clerk for 40 years.

Bill Shepard
still rents a box?

Yeah, all rentals have
physical addresses on file.

Clerk said he just needed
to locate the records.

A good place
to hide out from the world

and plot your revenge.

Walt?

FBI. We spoke on the phone.

Pretty la..

[gunfire]

Get him!
I got you covered.

Let's get him out of there.

[grunts]

- 'You got him?'
- 'Yeah.'

(Diane)
'We need backup now!'

Hold on. Hold on!

[indistinct radio chatter]

(John)
We got an eyewitness
saw a black Chevy van

speeding away after
the shooting.

What about
the postal clerk?

Critical.

[siren wailing]

Ugh, here come
the FBI storm-troopers.

Hey, John, I'll keep
you out of this.

Keep me out of what?

I wasn't exactly cleared
to work this case.

What?

(Diane)
'Hey, Ryan.'

How's your mother?

Forgot how charming
you could be, Ryan.

And I forgot
how reckless you could be

Special Agent Yates.

Told her section boss
she was on her way to Philly

to look after
her sick mother.

I know, I stepped in it.

Now, is that an apology?

I'm sorry for being right
about this guy.

I can see that.

Now, I'm sure the family of the
postal clerk will understand.

John Stillman, Philly PD.

Ryan Cavanaugh.
Special Agent in charge.

Detective Lilly Rush.

Agent Yates had no authority
to investigate this case.

You had full knowledge
of my interest in this case.

Over here, Yates.

(Ryan)
'You breached protocol'

misled a major metropolitan
police department.

Do you rehearse this, Ryan?

A man is in critical condition

who was in the presence
of an FBI agent

and a police detective.

That's a page one
screw up, Yates.

You want to hang me
out to dry, do it.

But you're gonna need them
if you wanna catch this guy.

We've already coordinated
with the state police.

Yeah, SWAT teams
are on their way.

Philly PD
can assist provided

everything goes
through our command.

I need to debrief you. Now.

Could've told me
the truth, Diane.

I'll liaison with the feds

make sure we don't
get pushed aside.

We'll head to the hospital,
wait for the clerk.

Still in surgery,
last I heard.

Well, guy must have
known something

our killer didn't
want anybody else to find.

If he pulls through,
we'll question him.

Get him to ID
Bill Shepard.

What he looks like now.

[indistinct chatter]

(Ryan)
'Interstate narco traffic.'

(Diane)
'Yeah, at least
I'm out in the field.'

(Ryan)
'At what point did you decide'

'you could just run your own
investigation, Yates?'

(Diane)
'That day in your office, Ryan'

'when you were too busy
to hear my evidence.'

(Ryan)
'What is it with you
and this case?'

[Diane chuckles]

(Ryan)
'Detective.'

Agent.

Might wanna use the sink.

Got blood on your hands.

Thanks.

[dramatic music]

[indistinct radio chatter]

- Lieutenant Stillman.
- Yeah?

We got a location
on the suspect's van.

- You're welcome to ride along.
- Let's go.

Honey, you can flash all
the badges you want at me.

CIA, NSA, FBI.
The answer's no.

Important to speak to him the
minute he gets out of surgery.

Man lost a lot of blood.
He's flat-lined once already.

Have a seat,
you read a Redbook

and you wait your turn.

[dramatic music]

[knock on door]

Still got that blood
on your hand, detective.

(Lilly)
'Uh, I was on my way
when I realized'

I have Agent Yates' cellphone.

Must've grabbed it
in the commotion.

Detective, do you mind?

- Sorry.
- Sure.

Thank you.

I wanna get back
to the part where you decide

to misrepresent the bureau's
interest in this case.

Lieutenant Stillman
and I are friends.

I bet you are.

- Problem, Yates?
- I got to hit the head.

Oh.

Men's room
is down that way.

(Diane)
'What's going on?'

Found this
in the clerk's truck.

I'm driving.

[indistinct chatter]

Lista? Uno, dos, y tres.

Mmm.

- Oye.
- Oh.

[speaking Spanish]

Are you family?

Niece. Is he going to make it?

It's best to say goodbye now.
He's conscious but..

- Walt? Is this him?
- What the hell?

Bill Shepard. Is this
the man with the PO box?

[rapid beeping]

No.

(female #2)
'Crash cart!'

[intense music]

Come out of the vehicle,
with your hands up!

We have you surrounded.

Give this guy a wakeup call.

[explosion]

(male #3)
'I got no movement.'

Standby.

Go!

Clear!

Clear.

Got no movement.

Negative contact.

(male #4)
'Copy that, it's clear.'

'Alright, gents. Oscar, Mike.'

This is it.

Can't believe we missed it.

No, we didn't.

I meant the FBI.

[dramatic music]

'Clear right.'

'Clear left.'

Well, looks like
he's been here.

[music continues]

Here.

.25-06.

We gotta call this in.

No. In a minute.

[rattling]

[coughs]

[sighs]

[coughs]

(Diane)
'It's been a long time since
anyone's been down here.'

- You okay?
- Yeah.

[coughs]

(Lilly)
'Smell that?'

Oh!

[panting]

(Diane)
'Another victim.'

'Exit wound.'

It looks self-inflicted.
Hand me that light.

'Anything?'

William Shepard.

What the hell?

[indistinct radio chatter]

[indistinct singing]

Something the matter?

I need to borrow
your truck.

I-I don't understand.

Uh, is there something
I can help you with?

[gunfire]

♪ Let's ride into ♪

♪ The sunset together ♪♪

(Lilly)
Stay tuned for scenes
from our next episode.

[theme music]