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[somber music playing]

[thunder in the distance]

[suspenseful music playing]

[birds chirping, cawing]

[CRYING] Don't hurt me.

[gasps]

MAN: Uh, no.

[CRYING] No.

Uh--

Shh.

Aah!

MAN: Why you make this happen?

Why--

[CRYING] Stop.

--now?

[gasps]

MAN: That's pretty.

That's very pretty.

That's pretty.

[watch alarm beeping]

Got-- Shit.

[loud thud]

Alice?

You're going to be OK.

I'm going to bring you up, OK?I'm going bring you up.

You're OK now, OK?

I'm going to cut your hands loose, OK?

OK?

All right.

You're going to be all right.

Thank you.

All right.

It's OK.

You're all right.

Thanks for the ride.

Been out there three days, Sheriff.

Least I can do is drive you home.

Yeah, well, used to be I'dtrack a fella like Decker,

be home for dinner.

You got her home safe, Sheriff.

It's all that matters.

Stop calling me Sheriff.

You're the Sheriff now.

Yeah.

Sorry.

It's a force of habit, I guess.

I'll see you.

[soft piano music playing]

How you doing, sweetheart?

Hm?

Did you miss me?

[horse neighs]

I missed you too.

Well, you gotta hear about this one.

Got this group that decided--

they decided that they were going

to take a hike around Table Rock but didn't

bother to tell anybody where they were off too.

Threw a couple sandwiches in a bag,

figured they were good to go.

Well, right?

Can you believe that?

And this one gets herself separated,

no idea where she is, never evenheard of this character Decker.

The man's crazier than abedbug, lived in those mountains

for years.

[horse grunts]

Excuse me, am I boring you?

Huh?

Well, tell me about your day, huh?

What did you do today, huh?

[soft piano music playing]

[vehicle horn honking]

[horse grunts]

[vehicle horn honking]

[horse grunts]

[vehicle horn honking]

[horse grunts]

[vehicle horn honking]

You can quit that any time, Darryl.

Sheriff, hey.

I tried knocking.

I didn't know where you were.

I was sleeping until you started that ruckus.

In the barn?

Good a place as any.

What are you doing here so early?

Yeah, I'm sorry about that, Sheriff.

Stop calling me Sheriff.

Yeah, no.

Just-- I've been trying toget a hold of you all night.

Yeah? Hold of me why?

Well, it's about Nick.

What about Nick?

Chicago police called.

They say a fella up theregot himself murdered

and they want to talk to Nick about it.

The victim was found at a construction site

where Nick's been working and Nick

was the last one seen withhim before he was murdered.

That don't make him a killer.

No.

No, it does not.

But that was two days agoand nobody's seen Nick since.

What'd he call you for?

He was a local boy, nowhere else to go,

so they figured maybe we'd see him.

You, uh, you seen Nick?

I haven't seen my son in three years,

not since his mother's service.

Contact you at all?

A card two Christmases ago.

So you don't know where he is?

I believe that's what I just said.

Listen.

I'm sorry, Sheriff.

I'm up a spout with this whole thing myself.

You're doing fine, Darryl.

You want some?

No.

I gotta get back.

That detective in Chicago, names Kincaid,

that's her number there.

Thanks for coming by, Darryl.

DARRYL: Take care, Sheriff.

[door shuts]

Helen?

Ben.

Yeah.

No.

He looks just fine.

Thank you.

Uh-huh.

Well, he's a lucky horsehaving you take care of him

while I'm away.

Listen, Helen?

Would you mind looking after the horses

for another couple of days?

No, no, no, no, no.

Nothing like that.

Yeah.

I'm just-- I'm just going to the airport.

OK, darling.

Thank you.

[upbeat music playing]

[BUSY TRAFFIC SOUNDS, TRAIN PASSING]

[indistinct chatter]

Detective Kincaid?

Who are you?

Name's Ben Sloane.

How'd you get back here, Sloane?

Oh, the young lady at the front desk

said it'd be all right.

No, she didn't.

I need to talk to you.

Go back to the waiting room, Sloane, before you

get yourself into trouble.

Uh, my son is a suspect inyour murder investigation.

I'd like to know about that.

Sheriff Sloane.

14 years.

Retired now, a couple more.

Nick Sloane's your son?

Yes, ma'am.

You heard from your son, Sheriff?

Uh, no.

You know where he is?

Afraid not.

If you do hear from him, youtell him it's better all around

he comes in on his own.

- Uh, I'll do that. - OK.

Well, thanks for stopping by.

Call first next time.

Save yourself the trip.

You got anything on him inthere that amounts to anything?

That moment that we just shared,

that was your cue to leave.

I was just wondering how it is my son

got your attention so quickly.

I don't know how you dothings in Greenley County--

Pretty much same as any place else.

--but here in Chicago, thisbeing an ongoing homicide

investigation, professionalcourtesy aside,

we are not going to have this conversation.

Uh, one last question, though.

What?

Can you recommend a motelin the area, not too pricey?

[soft piano music playing]

[LAUGHING] Baby?

[clears throat ]

Yeah.

OK.

You're good.

Oh, you're so cute.

They should be there with a case number.

That's fine, Darryl.

Uh, yeah.

I just-- I just need the address where the--

the body was found.

Yeah, go ahead.

OK.

Yeah, thanks. Hey.

Listen, Darryl.

While you're still on the computer,

check and see if Nick's had any other beefs

with the Chicago PD.

None at all, huh?

You're sure?

No, no.

Just-- just wondering.

Yeah.

OK. Yeah.

Thanks.

[upbeat music playing ]

[suspenseful music playing]

[water dripping]

[dogs barking, birds chirping]

[suspenseful music continues]

Uh!

Oomph!

Uh!

Oomph!

Oh!

Oomph!

Oh!

That's enough!

Guess he didn't notice the sign about this

being private property and all.

Yeah.

I notice you, uh, you fellas take it a lot

more seriously around here.

Who the hell are ya?

Name is Ben Sloane.

You put my son, Nick, to work.

I heard you had some trouble a few days ago.

He killed Ray Correlli.

You know that for a fact?

I know I saw a coupleof 12-penny nails sticking

out of Ray's head and your son's nail

gun lying there next to him.

And you figure that makesNick the responsible party?

Hey, Ray was a friend of ours.

Listen, pal.

You better get the hell outof here while you still can.

You fellas found him that day?

I did.

I saw his car was stillthere, I went up to check.

Yeah, up there with all thatyellow tape like on television?

That's right.

With all the fuss, youknow, with all those nails

sticking out of his head, youdidn't happen to move the body,

did ya?

Now, why would I do that?

No reason.

[upbeat music playing]

[train passing by]

[suspenseful music playing]

[elevator dings]

Wait.

[gasps]

Stay away from me.

I have a gun. - I'm sorry.

I'm leaving.- I'm calling the police.

OK.

Hey, my name's Ben Sloane,came in from Colorado.

I heard my son Nick's in a little bit of trouble.

This is the last known address I had for him.

Uh, when he was a boy, he used to lock

himself out of the house.

His mother took to putting a-- a key

in the dirt around a bristle-cone pine

and she'd plant it in the front.

I saw that plant out there in the hallway,

put me in mind of that.

That's how I got in.

OK.

I'm going to leave the key right here, OK?

Sorry for causing you such a fright.

Nick said you're a police officer.

Uh, County Sheriff, used to be.

Do you know where he is?

I can't say I do.

How long you been married?

Uh, almost two years.

Wow, I didn't know.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Uh, I'm Maggie.

Oh, Ben.

Hi.

Pleasure to meet you.

You too.

When he didn't come home from work,

I knew something had to be wrong.

He comes straight from work?

Yeah.

So he can change and eat dinner before class.

Class?

At the college.

He's-- he's in the second yearof their certificate program.

He's studying architecture.

Wow.

They told me he killed a man at work.

I don't believe them.

Have you heard from Nick?

I-- I keep trying to call his cell.

It goes straight tovoicemail and it's full now.

I can't even leave a message.

What are you looking for?

The way you keep looking, it's unnerving.

Well, I've spent nearly 35 years

finding people, a lot of different people,

a lot of different places.

To do that, it helps to know about them,

where they live, how theylive, what they value.

I listen to you, I look around here,

and I don't know any of thosethings about my own son.

[soft piano music playing]

[baby crying]

Uh, excuse me.

Hi.

Hi, babe.

Hi.

Look who woke up.

This is Nick Jr, your grandson.

Something else I guess you didn't know about.

No.

Well, I'll just--

I'll just be on my way.

Sorry to bother you.

[sirens wailing in the distance]

[soft piano music playing]

[multiple knocks on door]

[multiple knocks on door]

Hang on.

[multiple knocks on door]

Yeah.

I'm coming.

I want to talk to you.

Can I-- can I put my pants on?

Just give me a minute.

I told you to steer clearof this investigation.

So what were you doing at the construction site

and asking Eberley so many questions?

I didn't catch the man's name.

Well, he sure as hell caught yours

and wasn't too happy about it either.

We didn't exactly get off on the right foot.

What did you have in mind, Sheriff?

You're going to ride in on your white horse,

clean up the town singlehandedly?

Yeah, I'm retired.

Just call me Ben.

Well, let me tell you something, Ben.

You go there again and I willarrest you for trespassing.

How's that sound?

Not so good.

Then go home and let me do my job.

You want to help your son?

Get him a good lawyer.

What do you know aboutthe Stetski Brothers outfit?

What did I just say?

'Cause I gotta tell ya, somepretty shoddy workmanship.

Framing's all out of whack,wiring's not up to code.

I wouldn't know about that.

Not to mention half a dozen safety violations.

You realize they don't even havea railing on the second floor?

Can you imagine in our litigious society?

Yeah, I'll definitely haveto speak to somebody about it.

Not to mention that Correllifella got a push when he went

ass over teacups.

Excuse me?

Your victim, Ray Correlli, took a header

off of there sure as I'm sitting here,

but it was only the second floor.

No way that fall was going to kill him.

Correlli died upstairs witha couple of nails in his head.

In what you might call plan B.

What the hell are you talking about?

Off-hand, I'd saysomebody wanted him dead,

tried to make it look like anaccident, that didn't work out.

They hauled him back up the stairs,

got a hold of the nail gun.

Oh, I hate to think whatthat must've sounded like.

And I'm going to buy this story because?

No reason I can think of because I

figure you're going to getthe coroner's report in a day

or so.

Which will confirm the cause of death.

Yeah, well, see what it says about abrasions

on the hands, maybe the face.

They're going to find dirt, maybe

some gravel in the wounds.

Check the soil on the northside, where Correlli fell.

Dollars to donuts, it's going to match.

Dollars to donuts?

Correlli didn't land anywhere.

And remember what I said.

You keep your nose out of my case.

I won't trouble you again.

And even if you're right,even if Correlli was pushed,

who's to say your son didn't do it?

Uh, every now and then I'll be on a trail

and I'll figure I know exactly where I'm going.

But I'll get a ways in and I'llrealize I'm all turned around.

So the best thing to do isgo back the way I came in,

find out where I took the wrong turn,

start over and make sure I'mgoing in the right direction.

I'll be back in a second.

[indistinct chatter]

Sheriff Carter?

Detective Kincaid, Chicago PD.

Fine, thanks.

Uh, no.

I'm calling about his father, Ben Sloane.

Yeah, he's still here.

I did.

No, no.

That's what I want--

when was this?

Right. No.

I've never been there.

What happened?

[indistinct chatter]

Excuse me, Mr. Hoffman?

Yeah?

Ben Sloane.

Nick's my son.

He's taking your class. - Oh, hi.

How are you? - I'm good.

- Good to meet you. - Do you got a minute?

I mean, none of thismakes any sense, Mr. Sloan.

It's like I told the police, right?

Nick is absolutely the last person

in the world I would imaginecould do something like this.

Well, I seem pretty set on the idea.

Yeah, so I gather.

How well do you know him?

Well, he comes in herea lot to talk about work.

Uh, sometimes he comes in hereto talk about other things.

What kind of things?

You know, his son mostly.

He loves that boy.

His wife, uh, what hewants to do for a living.

Once he came in here and he said,

uh, he said, "I'm not goingto make the same mistakes as--

As his old man?

I'm sorry.

What about friends?

Anybody around here maybe know where he is?

Well, you know, it's like I told police,

Nick didn't really have a whole lot of friends.

Not that he wasn't friendly,just he was so busy.

Well, I do thank you for your time.

Hey, you know what?

Let me show you something.

This-- this is Nick'sproject from last quarter.

He did the specs and everything himself.

I told him when he was done, I might

even hire him to build it up onmy property up at Lake Whitney.

I get up there as often as I can.

A few days up there makes thisplace seem a lot more bearable

I expect so.

But Nick, he--

he said he was going to buildthat place for himself one day.

You can't teach that, Mr. Sloane.

No, you can't.

Look, when Nick came to meand said he was short of money,

I said I'd reach out, see if I can help him.

What do you mean?

Well, I used to work in construction

before I became a teacher.

I still know a lot of people.

So you got him that job over there?

Yeah.

I used to work for StetskiBrothers for about four years.

But from everything Iheard, it was going well.

Did you know this Ray Correlli fella?

No.

No, he must've started after I left.

But look, I'll tell you one thing about Nick,

he got along with everybody.

Yeah.

[indistinct chatter]

Who the hell are you?

What kind of flower is this?

What?

Looks real familiar, but I can't place it.

It used to be I couldremember stuff like that,

but these days must be getting old.

Man, I asked you a question.

Why you going around looking for Nick?

You are a friend of his?

I should have known you're a cop.

Nick's my son.

Oh, you're the Sheriff.

Where is he?

Man, you're the last personhe'd want to see right now.

Where is my son?

I don't know, man.

All right. All right.

You're all right. [coughing]

Deep breath.

Come on.

Let's take a walk.

[sirens wailing in the distance]

How long since you droppedout the design program?

Who said I dropped out?

Who said I was ever in it?

Oh, right.

Yeah, Nick told me about you.

He said you got this, like,special radar that makes

you good at finding people.

How about let's stay on point here.

All right.

Let's try this.

I'll answer any questions youhave if you tell me everything

you know just by looking at me.

Every cop in the city islooking for my boy right

now thinking he's a killer.

This ain't no game, sonny Jim.

Better get to it.

You gonna tell me your name or am I going

to have to figure that out too?

Danny Smalls.

So where's my boy, Danny?

I don't know.

Seriously, it's like he just disappeared.

Why would he just up andleave his family like that?

It's like you said, thecops are looking for him.

Running just makes him look guilty.

Well then, maybe there'ssome worse things than just

the cops trying to find him.

What's he got himself into?

Why don't you ask his teacher?

Hoffman?

He's the one who got him the job.

He said he was trying to help.

Last quarter, I fell behind in my tuition

and Hoffman offered up some jobwith these guys that he knew.

Stetski Brothers.

Three days and I was out of there.

Did they fire you?

No, man.

I quit.

Something wasn't right.

I could feel it.

You tell Nick?

Yeah, I tried, but Ijust figured with the baby,

he just really needed the money or something.

I'm staying at the Crest Ridge Motel.

If you think of anything else,you call me there at room 118.

Hey, wait a minute, man.

We had a deal.

Hey, how did you know I dropped out?

You just told me.

[indistinct chatter]

Coroner's report, that Correlli guy.

Oh, give.

Thank you very much.

Enjoy.

Detective Kincaid, you talked to that guy?

Who?

The kid's old man, Sloane.

I don't want him coming around here.

Yeah, I told him.

You got a security guard here at night?

Oh, we use one of those rent-a-cops.

They drive by a few times.

They ever come on the grounds?

They never get out of the car.

They see something, they'resupposed to call you guys.

And you were the first one tohere when you found Correlli?

I told you that, yeah.

You move him?

That Sloane guy asked the same question.

What the hell is this?

Nothing.

Nevermind.

[upbeat music playing]

[engine idling]

[suspenseful music playing]

[gasps]

Hey, you got some change?

Soda machine won't take a ten.

We're closed.

Sign says till midnight.

We're closed.

Nevermind.

[money rustling]

[SCREAMING] No!

Be careful.

I'll shoot you-- shoot in your face.

[SCREAMING] No!

Then I'll shoot you in the head.

[SCREAMING] Please!

[multiple grunts]

[gunshot]

Aah!

[engine revs]

Let's get you turned over.

Oh, God.

OK.

All right.

Just rest easy.

Oh, Lord.

You drop mine namearound here with these guys

like I'm some kind of character reference.

Seemed like a good idea at the time.

All right.

You got me out of bed.

You want to tell me whatyou're still doing in my city?

My boy is still in trouble.

I told you to go home.

I took that more as a suggestion.

Did you?

And sticking around, that's working

out really great so far, getting yourself

in the middle of a shooting?

That wasn't my intention.

OK.

What was your intention?

Because from where I'm standing, you

pretty much took a badsituation and made it worse.

What were you doing out here anyway?

I needed some ice.

How much have you hadto drink tonight, Sheriff?

Sober as a judge.

This is Chicago, my friend.

That doesn't hold much water.

My faculties are unimpaired.

Then next time call 911.

No time.

Excuse me?

Those fellas had more ontheir mind than armed robbery.

If they get that girl in the car,

no one was ever going to see her again.

Evening, ma'am.

Maybe, they'll comp you your room.

Get that coroner's report yet?

[indistinct radio chatter]

Morning.

Didn't know how you took it, so I got

you a little bit of everything.

How did you find me?

Well, I swung by your place and then I kind of

noodled it out from there.

You're out early.

Yeah.

He was fussy last night.

We didn't sleep much.

I like to take him here inthe morning when it's quiet.

Fresh air helps.

Smells like cabbage.

You get used to it.

What's up, buddy?

Hey.

So, uh, did Nick ever talkabout work, about anything

that went on down there? - No.

Not really.

I mean, it's not what he wants to be doing.

That's why he's in school.

Yeah.

But the way things are right now,

we're just happy he has a job.

Did he ever mention anything like, you know,

anything that didn't sit right with him?

No.

Do you think he saw something, like--

like who really killed that man?

And they want to findhim before the police do.

But why doesn't he just go to the police?

[baby babbling]

He's protecting us.

Uh, why don't I just walk you home?

Yeah.

Oh, you don't have to do that.

Nah, I'll use the exercise.

OK.

Thank you.

Mm-hm.

Come on, buddy.

We're gonna go.

So look, if you, uh, ifyou need to get a hold of me,

I'm at the Crest Ridge Motel.

I guess you're that guy.

What guy?

Last guy without a cell phone.

Guess so.

Would you like to have dinner with us tonight?

That'd be fine.

OK then.

[indistinct chatter]

[suspenseful music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

Sorry, Sheriff.

That plate's registered to a 2001 Ford Taurus.

BEN [ON PHONE]: That doesn't sound right.

No. It's not.

Did the, uh, owner report it stolen?

It was reported stolen,but it was never recovered.

It says the owner died driving arental car before the insurance

company got around to settling.

Now, that's ironic.

I'll bet.

But not very hopeful is it?

Not a lot.

Yeah.

Any word from Nick? - No.

Not yet.[multiple knocks on door]

Hang on, Darryl.

Well, you're still here.

Might as well make yourself useful.

Yeah.

Darryl, I'mma call you back.

OK.

It's a bit of a drive.

[upbeat music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

He look familiar?

Yup.

That's the guy you saw last night?

That's him.

You said somebody else was driving?

Well, appears they had a falling out.

Did you get a good look?

How long has he been in there?

That's not your problem.

BEN: Six, seven hours give or take.

Figured on a quick score,a few bucks in and out.

Yup, this one gets a little frisky,

wants to bring the girl along,things go sideways from there.

Sloane?

Drive around a little bit, find a place

where we talk things out.

Now, the driver figures thisone's been made already,

can't trust him anywayletting this little fella do

all the thinking likethat, just a big old stone

around his neck. - All right.

Sloane, let's go.

Decides it's probably a good time

to dissolve the partnership, butnow the car's an unholy mess,

can't drive it anywhere,attract too much attention,

gotta huff it.

But this fella, he doesn'tseem too worried about it.

Matter of fact, he goes back to the car,

kind of like maybe he forgot something.

They get any prints off the inside?

He went back to wipe it down.

All right.

If you're done--

This is one cool customer.

Blows his buddy away,comes back to clean it up,

takes his sweet time, just a walk in the park.

What the hell are you talking about?

The average person commits homicide,

adrenaline kicks in, they takeoff running lickety-split.

But this fella just walksright on out of here.

It appears it's not hisfirst brush with the law,

he's probably got one heck of a record.

Might could be why he sent his buddy

inside, didn't want to getcaught on the security camera.

This is fascinating Sloane, but let's let

these guys get back to work.

Tell them they're looking for a big fella.

[cell phone ringing]

6'4", about 220, late 20s, I'd say.

Left-handed.

Hey, do not write that down.

Sloane?

In the car, now.

And he smokes.

He just picked up aguy trying to jack a car.

He had a big wad of cash in his pocket

along with credit cardreceipts from that motel.

Well, Sheriff.

Looks like your work here is done.

Kincaid, this guy is big.

BEN: You wanna bag that?

Hmph.

[city traffic sounds]

Almost ready.

Oh, the day he proposed.

He asked somebody to takea photo of us, that's

why I look a little dazed.

Oh, you both look real happy.

All right.

Please sit.

Uh, I don't cook a lot, so Iam a little out of practice.

Well, anything that doesn'tcome out of a microwave

is a big improvement in my book.

[baby crying]

Oh, uh, sorry.

Coming, sweet pea.

All right.

You're not supposed to be up.

What's that about, huh?

Huh?

Oh, that's mommy's hair.

[SINGING] Goldenslumber's kiss your eyes.

Smiles awake you when you rise.

Sleep pretty wantons, do notcry and I will sing a lullaby.

All right.

Fine.

Sorry, I just gotta get the baby to sleep,

but don't let the food go cold.- No.

I-- I can wait.

[timer buzzing]

Oh, I forgot the bread.

That's the bread.

Can you just--

[baby crying] It's all right.

It's OK. Can you take him?

Thanks.

All right.

He won't break.

It's-- It's been a while.

OK.

Well, you did just fine.

That song you were singing a minute ago?

Nick taught it to me.

His mother taught it to him.

I-- I haven't heard it in a while.

[engine revs]

[indistinct chatter]

You're left-handed.

So?

It's just good to know.

What are you doing here?

[clears throat]

Uh, I must've dozed off.

Across the street from your son's apartment?

Looks that way.

Can you get out of the car, please?

You're not in Mayberry now.

We're not swapping recipes over a fence.

Answer the question. What are you doing here?

You got any of your peoplewatching my son's wife?

- No. - Hm.

Somebody's keeping an eye on them.

Saw him twice yesterday.

Late model sedan, black color, Illinois plates.

That's all I got.

You sure about this?

Off-hand I'd say somebodyis hoping Nick will show up.

Why?

You're the detective.

You still think somebodyelse killed Correlli?

And Nick saw who it was and they don't want

him to live to tell about it.

I talked with your replacementagain, Sheriff Carter.

He warned me about you.

He said once you sinkyour teeth into something,

you never let it go.

Well, Darryl tends to exaggerate.

I don't think so.

I did a little digging myself.

You've got a pretty impressive record

of rescues and recoveriesover the last 25 years.

You even helped the FBI out a few times.

Well, they're not such bad fellas once you

get over who they work for.

How'd you do it?

Do what?

Make the driver of the holdup car.

You didn't see him, but you had him down to tee.

Well, you just got to know what to look for.

Show me.

All right.

So Nick and Correlli are workingup here just like Eberley said.

They're not saying too much, pretty much

keeping to themselves.

You can tell if theywere talking to each other?

Fine.

Follow me.

So now Nick's over here, walking back

and forth, probably on thephone wanting some privacy.

How do you know it was him?

Maybe it was Correlli on the phone.

I saw a pair of Nick'swork boots in his closet.

He's, uh, breaking in a new pair just like 'em.

Or you can check his phone records.

All right.

So Nick's here, out of sight, on the phone.

He doesn't see the badguys coming up the stairs,

They're in too big a hurry to see him.

Grab a hold of Correlli, throw him over the side,

that's all she wrote.

Except the fall didn't kill him.

Puts these fellas in a real pickle.

Can't finish him off down here,won't look like an accident.

If they hang around too long talking about it,

somebody's going to notice.

All right.

So Nick's watching from here, gets a good look

at the bad guys, but he's stuck up here.

There's nowhere to run.

All right.

Now, these guys ain'texactly rocket scientists.

Best they can figure is haulCorrelli back up the stairs.

Which makes no sense.

Why go through all that trouble?

Throw him back off, head first this time.

All right.

Maybe.

Nick's still stuck back there, nowhere to run.

That's when Correlli starts coming to.

He regains consciousness?

Tries to crawl away, probablystarts raising holy hell.

And they've got to shut him up.

One guy thinks real quick.

I'd hate to think what thatmust have sounded like.

Anyway, Eberley finds himup here the next morning,

gets a look at Nick's nail gun.

Here we are.

[phone ringing]

Kincaid.

Yeah.

All right.

So that's your story?

That's what happened.

You're full of crap.

Hold on, Kincaid.

Nick turned himself in 10 minutes ago.

What?

Confessed to the murder of Raymond Correlli.

Nick.

What the hell are you doing here?

You all right?

Great.

I know you didn't kill that fella.

I hate to disappoint you, but it was me.

He pissed me off and I just--

I lost it.

I killed him.

That's not what happened.

Jesus.

You went and did your wholeDaniel Boone thing, didn't you?

Well, I bet these city cops just loved that.

I know you saw them.

Tell me who they are, Nick.

Point me in the right direction.

Stay out of it.

Let me help you.

I don't want your help.

I don't want anything from you.

Go home.

You don't belong here.

Nick?

Just get it through your head.

You're not in the mountains.

You can't rescue anybody here.

[indistinct chatter]

Look, Sloane, it doesn'tmatter whether I believe you

or not.

Your son turned himself in.

He wants to confess. That makes him guilty.

Will you get off your highhorse for five minutes and--

fine.

What would you do if it was thatlittle daughter of yours, huh?

You leave her out this.

What would you do, Kincaid?Come on, tell me?

My daughter is none of your business.

Exactly.

You would do anything to protectyour family and so would Nick.

The ADA will be here this afternoon

to take his statement.

Whatever he's got to say,he better say it then.

Uh, could you tell him thatI'll be back in case he asks?

Sure.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER / PHONES RINGING]

I am, uh, I am sorry for that outburst.

Sorry for bringing your daughter into that.

Uncalled for and, uh, I apologize.

Hey, Stetski Brothers, theygot a great safety record.

Yeah.

You checked?

Not because of you, justbecause I was curious.

They haven't had a workman'scomp claim in over three years,

probably how they got allthose government contracts.

Oh, and got a big contract to do upgrades

for the local city colleges.

Is that right?

Mm-hm.

Thank you.

Excuse me, ma'am.

[multiple knocks on door]

Hello?

Sorry.

You look like you're busy.- No, no.

Not at all. Come on in.

Have a seat. - All right.

Thank you.

So I--

I hear Nick turned himself in.

Yeah.

How's he doing?

Oh, about as well as can be expected.

Is there anything I can do?

Actually, I am tryingto locate a friend of his.

I met him here the other day, a fellow

by the name of Danny Smalls.

No.

Yeah.

Said he took your design program,

had to drop out last quarter.

I don't know any student by that name.

Yeah.

He said you got him the job over there

with Nick, the Stetski Brothers.

Well, that doesn't make any sense.

Why is that?

Well, I don't just get jobs for anybody.

If I got the guy a job, I'd remember him.

That is a poser.

Uh, why do you need to find this guy?

Well, he said some things theother day, got me to thinking.

I thought maybe you could shed some light.

You worked over there at Stetski, right?

Well, yeah. That's right.

Did you ever get thefeeling that things there

weren't exactly copacetic?

Was that what this guy said?

Well, with a lot more hemming and hawing.

Do you think this hassomething to do with Nick?

That is what I am trying to find out.

OK.Um, it was a good outfit.

I had no complaints.

Maybe this guy's got an ax to grind.

You think?

Well, he lied about knowing me,

he lied about being in the program.

If I were you, I wouldn'tbelieve a word he says.

Good point.

Well, look.

I'm sorry, but I really--- Yeah.

You know, if there's anything else I can do--

- I appreciate the help. - OK.

OK.

All right.

You know, it must have been nice having some

of your old buddies around.

What buddies?

Well, I heard Stetski got the contract

to do some work around campus.

That's right.

But I kept my distance from that.

Why is that?

Well, because I'm a teacher here

and I know the construction business.

I wouldn't want anybody to think that I

helped them land the bid.

I see what you mean.

Thanks again.

OK.

[multiple knocks on door]

Maggie?

Hey.

Hi. Uh--

- You all right? - Yeah.

Come in.

Please.

If Nick confesses, that's it.

Public defender goes to theDA, they make a deal, that baby

grows up without a father.

Don't you think I know that?

Well, then talk to himMaggie, tell him not to do this.

You already did.

He called a couple of timesright after it happened.

Did you meet him?

I tried.

It was the day that youcame by, but he didn't show.

He said it was too dangerous, that--

that they might be watching.- Who is it?

Who's after him? - He didn't say.

Somebody from work, from a job?

- I don't know. - What did he see?

I don't know.

He must have told you something, Maggie.

He told me that they would hurt our baby.

Oh, Maggie.

Maggie, I won't let that happen, OK?

You sure he didn't tell you anything?

Yeah.

What?

What is it?

When?

This morning when we were at the park.

What can you do?

You have no idea what I can do.

[suspenseful music playing]

Yeah.

9 mil.

You got home from the park at what time?

8:30.

Nick turned himself in at 8:45.

I know.

Did you tell Sloane you spoketo your husband this morning?

Yeah.

But I think he already knew, though.

Yeah.

He does that.

You know where he is?

No.

I showed him the bullet hole and then--

and then he left and he told me to call you.

I saw him outside.

I think he was looking for tracks.

[suspenseful music playing]

Hey, Hey Sloane?

Get him.

[grunting]

You son of a bitch.

[grunting]

Let me have a shot.

[grunting]

[police siren chirps]

Police!

That's enough.

Back off now.

[gun cocking]

I said back off.

Are you crazy?

He came at us.

We had to defend ourselves.

I'll be sure to putthat in my arrest report.

Now get back.

They shot at my family.

Turn around.

That's why Nick confessed.

That's why he turned himself in.

You know what? We're done, Sloane.

- Kincaid, listen to me! - You know what?

You listen to me.

You got any proof, huh?

'Cause that's how we do itaround here, hard evidence

that I can use to put these bastards away,

not this backwoods Columbo crap.

You got anything like that?

Anything at all?

Yeah, I didn't think so.

If you want to press charges,trespassing, assault,

you come down to the stationand ask for Detective Kincaid.

Look in the dumpster.

Shut up.

The one in the middle.

The van comes by everycouple of days, makes a drop.

The plates are stolen, Ihad Darryl run the numbers.

You did what?

Mike and Jeff, here,take a couple of hefty bags

out the back, throw it in the dumpster,

garbage truck comes by, hauls everything off

and figure they sort it outbefore they get to the dump.

- What's in the bags? - I don't know.

It's still in there. Look for yourself.

Eberley, you've got a problem with me

looking in your dumpster?

Help yourself, as long as you got a warrant.

She doesn't need a warrant.

Yes, I do.

Kincaid, I saw them.

You got probable cause.

You do me a favor and you stop talking.

[slow piano music playing]

I hit him on the head with it.

Then he was going hit me with the hammer,

so I shot him twice in the back of his head

and then I took off.

[slow piano music continues]

Nick?

[cell locks shut]

All right. Let's go.

All right.

Have a seat.

Your flight leaves in three hours.

I thought I was under arrest.

Nobody showed up to press charges.

Get on the plane.

I don't want to see you againand this is not a request.

[phone ringing]

Mrs. Landis? Hi.

Yeah, is Avi all right?

Yeah. I know, I com--

I completely lost track of time.

I'm sorry.

I-- I'm on my way.

Mm-hm.

Can you just keep her--

yeah.

Thank you.

Um, I'll be there really soon.

I know. I will.

Thank you.

Is your daughter, OK?

I checked you out of the motel.

Your car is parked out front.

Her father's not around?

Just go, seriously.

How long has he been over there?

What?

Picture on your desk.

My husband was killed 17 months ago.

They were on patrol,they hit a roadside bomb.

I'm very sorry.

Me too.

My wife died three years ago.

I wake up every morning expecting her

to be lying there next to me.

This doesn't change anything.

He confessed.

It's out of my hands.

He didn't do it, did he?

But I would, uh, appreciateyour help to prove that.

[slow piano music playing]

[sighs]

[slow piano music continues]

[indistinct chatter]

[indistinct conversation]

Take-- take the baby.

Take the baby and go.

[suspenseful music playing]

Aah!

What are you doing, Danny?

Man, you scared the hell out of me.

My son's in jail, you'refollowing his wife around,

that tends to make a man very suspicious.

What?

No, no.

I-- I found out about Nick.

I just wanted to help.

I went by the school looking for you.

Hoffman said you weren't a student there.

I told you I quit.

He said you were never a student there.

Well, he's lying.

Well, somebody sure is.

Look, I know Nick didn't kill Correlli.

How do you know that?

Because I know why Correlli got killed.

He took money from those guys.

Stetski Brothers?

They've been paying offthe right local officials

so they can get first dibs onthe construction contracts.

They pay them in cash sonobody asks any questions.

And now, the feds are pumpingin all this stimulus money,

like billions of dollars worth.

They're writing the checks so fast

that nobody has the time to figure out where

the money is supposed to go.

So Correlli found out where the drop-offs were

and that the payoff moneywas coming from the site.

How much did he take?

Three, 400 grand.

Oh, Lord.

Where do you fit into all this?

I told you.

Nick's a friend.

I--I--I just want to makesure nothing happens to him.

It still doesn't explain whyyou're following Maggie around.

I'm not-- [tires screeching]

I'm not following her around.

I just wanted to make su--

Maggie, get back!

[tires screeching]

[multiple gun shots]

[baby crying]

Are you sure they were after Smalls?

They drove right past us.

Why him?

You tell me.

Well, he knew what he was talking about.

The feds have quietlystarted getting the word out

that the stimulus money has beengoing to companies with ties

to organized crime.

Does that include Stetski Brothers?

Mobbed up every which way andthey're under investigation.

But here's what I want to know.

How did this kid get his information?

Well, he was on the job site a couple of days,

said things didn't seem right.

And that gets him killed?

Well, this money Correlli took,

they'd want it back pretty bad.

You could say that.

What if they didn't get it back?

What do you mean?

Well, suppose things gotout of hand before he talked.

Suppose Correlli wound up witha couple of nails in his head

and the money's still out there.

I've got to hope somebodyelse knows where he hid it.

Yeah.

Maybe somebody he workedwith, somebody like Nick.

How would Nick know?

He doesn't.

Somebody wants everyone to think he does.

What is this?

What are you doing here?

Maggie and Nick OK?

So far.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means those fellas aregetting tired of looking

for their money.

What money?

I don't know what you're talking about.

You were never a very good liar, son.

They think you've got theirmoney or you know where it is.

Either way, they want it back right quick.

Tell me about Danny Smalls.

What about him?

Well, let's start with why somebody

would want to kill him.

Danny's dead?

I didn't get a good look,but I'd said it's the same two

fellas who killed Ray Correlli.

I killed Correlli.

You, uh, you-- you dothis thing with your mouth.

What the hell do you want from me?

How about the truth?

Why?

Why are you even here?

What?Is this is some kind of penance?

You think that if we do this, everything's

going to be OK between us?

I'm trying to help you.

Well, too late, dad.

That ship sailed a long time ago.

We don't have time for this.

- Never had time. - Oh, what?

Are we going to start this again?

We're going to talk about yourrotten childhood, how I was

never around, how everybody else was

more important than my own son?

Not just me.

You left her alone too, remember?

She was sick.

She needed you.

[fist pounds table]

Your mother understood that that was my job.

And we were your family.

[slow piano music playing]

I am sorry, son.

I know I should have beenthere for both of you,

but I can't change that now.

And the truth is, all I got leftis this slim hope that I can

get you back to your familysafe so you can look after them,

so that you will never haveto have this conversation

with your son.

He told me--

he said I had to hide out just for a while

and then he'd make it OK.

Smalls?

He said what I saw couldget me killed or worse,

they'd go after Maggie and Nickand the police couldn't help.

He said that all that I could do was trust him,

that he knew some guy, somebody connected.

What guy?

He didn't tell me.

Danny-- Danny just kept sayingthat he would take care of it.

Then they put a bulletthrough your living room window.

I couldn't leave them alone anymore.

I had to do something.

I thought that if I turned myself in,

said that I killed Correlli that that--

that that would make it OKand they would leave us alone.

They didn't care about that.

It was just about the money.

It was always about the money.

But I don't know where he hid it.

Well, Smalls did.

He told one other person.

That's what got him killed.

What's going on?

We got a call.

Another cash drop on theway to the Stetski job site.

Who called?

I don't know, anonymous call, but we

got enough on these guys.

The judge issued a warrant in record time.

SWAT's rolling, we're going to shut them down.

I gotta talk to Maggie.

Sloane!

[elevator dings]

Maggie?

Maggie?

Maggie?

[suspenseful music playing]

Where is Hoffman?

He had a family emergency.

I'm covering his classes for a few days.

Where'd he go?

Uh, just out of town.

You know where that is?

[upbeat music playing]

[suspenseful music playing]

[birds chirping]

[baby crying]

How many of these strings did you leave?

How many? - I don't know.

- How many? - I don't know.

How many?

Didn't I tell you I was going let you go?

Didn't I tell you Iwasn't going to hurt you?

Didn't I?

Yeah.

All you got to do is tell me.

Who else knows about the money?- What money?

Don't lie to me!

Don't lie to me!

I saw you talking to Smalls, right?

That guy can't keep his mouth shut.

I know he told you!

He promised me he'd helpmy husband, that's all.

Who else knows?

Who knows?

No one.

Did you tell Sloane?

You told Sloane, didn't you?- No.

That's what this is for.

You left a trail so hecould follow us, didn't ya?

Didn't ya? Where is he?

Where is he?

You don't want to shoot her.

Shoot me.

Jeez.

Like father, like son.

[baby crying]

You should mind your own business.

Just take the cash and go.

It's mob money.

Cops don't care.

Yeah, but the mob does.

They're going to find her, andthen they're going to find you,

and they're going to find me.

Not if we don't know where you are.

You know where I am.

You found me like a damn bloodhound.

Just let her go.

She's not going to tell them anything.

Please?

I can't do that

[gun shot]

Bullet goes where the eye goes.

[baby crying]

Please?

[gun shot]

Aah!

No, no, no!

Ben!

Ben!

[baby crying]

[gun shot]

[multiple gun shots]

You're pretty good.

If any of this blows back onus, we know where to find you.

All of you.

Look after your family.

[baby crying]

We got there for thedrop-off, found the money,

busted everyone inside.

And that anonymous tip we got, you'll

never guess where it came from.

Hoffman.

OK.

How did you know that?

After Smalls figured outwhat Correlli was doing,

he told Hoffman, they put intogether to go after the money,

but they still wanted to keep me guessing,

so they had to make it seem likethey didn't trust each other.

And then Hoffman gaveup Smalls to the mob guys

for real?

Only thing left to do was pick it up.

Figured if they could keepboth sides distracted,

they'd just ride off in the sunset.

I still don't get how heknew about the drop-off.

Well, he worked at Stetski Brothers before.

Their system probablyhadn't changed that much.

And you're sure you didn'tget a good look at the two

guys who killed Hoffman?

Oh, I'm sure.

Too bad.

How's the shoulder?

Feels like I've been kicked by a horse.

Something tells me youactually know how that feels.

What are you doing?

We dropped the charges andcut him loose this morning.

Kincaid, I appreciatewhat you're trying to do,

but it is too late for all that.

He doesn't want to talk to me.

Why don't you ask him?

Maybe you should stickaround for a few more days,

teach me some more of that tracker stuff.

Wouldn't that be something?

See you around, Kincaid.

[slow piano music playing]

Hi.

Hi, sweetheart.

- How are you? - All right.

Good, good. - Yes, who's this?

Who do we have here? Hey, little fella.

- You wanna say hi? - Hey, hey.

How you doing?

Who is that?

How you doing?

I know.

Good boy.

Come on, let's get you inside.

Get you warm.

[music playing]