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In New York City's
war on crime,

the worst criminal offenders
are pursued

by the detectives
of the major case squad.

These are their stories.

No, I didn't.

You made a mistake.

Margaret.

Can you pull the budget
of last year's youth program?

Justin Reed is coming
at three and--

Why does he need it?

As our new youth leader, he
should see how we make nothing

go a long way.

Yes, Reverend.

He's just the kind of new blood
St. Gerald's needs.

Ooh, is that a new purse?

Oh, my daughter bought it.

It's not real.

It's okay, Margaret.
Live a little.

Captain Bardin testified
you recommended

Officer Martinez
for the Task Force.

Captain Bardin's mistaken.

You followed up with this email.

I never sent him an email
about Martinez.

I don't even know Martinez.

Come on, Jimmy.

The first officer on the scene
of the Logan shooting?

I know who he is, Chief,
but I don't have any reason

to recommend him
to Bardin's Task Force.

Maybe to reward him
for his silence?

Hello, Reverend.
I've been locked out.

Justin, I'm sorry.

I told Margaret you'd
be here at 3:00.

Margaret.

Was there a misunderstanding?

I got delayed at the bank.

Martinez followed the script
to the letter.

Kid like that,
fresh out of the Academy.

You probably bought his loyalty
with an ice cream cone.

Captain Deakins had nothing
to do with his transfer.

And nothing to gain.

Logan was cleared
in that shooting.

No small thanks to Martinez.

You know, Jimmy.

Everybody warned you
Logan was a mutt.

So don't be surprised
that you got fleas.

Margaret.
Margaret?

Oh.

Sorry, Reverend.

I was downstairs
looking for some files.

I'm going home.
Can I give you a lift?

No, my husband's picking
me up after his shift.

All right.
Make sure you lock up.

Brooklyn to Battalion.

Multiple reports
of church fires

at Avenue J Eighth and Ninth.

Glenwood 34th and 35th.

Troy Kings and Flatlands.

Churches.
Must be a full moon.

What the hell?

The fire had four points
of origin.

In the back,
at either end of the aisle,

and at the front here.

It looks like the fire
burned hotter here.

They used more gas?

Probably the first spot
they lit.

The victim,
the church secretary.

How did she get
caught in the fire?

The Reverend said
she was in the back,

waiting for her husband
to pick her up.

Any victims at
the other churches?

None that we found.

And no one's been
reported missing.

A gold embroidered--

It's a church vestment?

You know, it's about 50 feet

from here to the last
point of origin.

If it was one person setting
this fire,

would've got caught in it.

I'm saying, like, two arsonists.

Five churches up in flames
in under an hour?

Talk about being motivated.

No one's called to take credit.

And none of the churches
reported any threats.

Church burnings.

That's something you'd expect
south of the Mason-Dixon.

Yeah, I don't see
a racial angle here.

These churches
are black, white,

Lutheran, Catholic, Methodist.

One arsonist might be revenge,but two is usually for thrills.

Same M.O. at each church?
For the first four.

The arsonist broke in and they
used rags soaked in gasoline,

but the last one--

They just threw a Molotov
cocktail through the window.

All right.

Thank you, gentlemen.
Keep in touch.

Brooklyn, Borough of Churches.

They drove by a lot of churches
to get to their targets.

There must be a reason
they picked these.

Find out, and quick.

Tomorrow I'm gonna be tied up
over at IAB.

Whose turn in the barrel?

Mine.

It's the Logan shooting.

First patrolman on the scene
got bumped up

to the Street Drug Task Force.

IAB thinks it's a reward
for keeping his mouth shut.

A reward from you?

Head of the Task Force
claims I called him.

They have an email they say
came from me.

Somebody's idea of a joke.

Just get that off my desk.
Fast, huh?

We were in the newspapers
when we dedicated

our new auditorium last month.

Other than that, nothing.

Maybe there's a political
or social issue

that made you all targets--
gay rights, abortion.

I doubt we're all on the same
side of either of those issues.

St. Gerald's chartered a bus
to the Pro-Choice March

in D.C. last spring.

My congregants were
probably facing you

on the other side
of the barricade.

You mentioned
a new auditorium.

Any of the other churches
have renovations?

We re-did our kitchen.

We had a new roof put in,
and plumbing.

All right, we're gonna needto see receipts from that work.

Thank you, Reverends.

Construction.
There's a common thread.

Maybe our firebugs
wear hard hats.

The council hasn't
given me a timeline

to decide our church's future.

In the meantime,
Bishop Foster had directed us

to worship at Saint Luke's
in Flushing.

It's a temporary situation.

Just until the church
council decides--

With all due respect, Reverend.

We can't be like kids
waiting for our allowance.

We're talking about our church.

We should take the initiative
to fix it ourselves.

By all means,
if people are willing?

I'm willing to write a check

right now for $100,000.

And I pledge another 400,000

over the next three years.

I'm asking everyone here
to make a commitment.

Whatever you've got.

I practically grew up
in this church.

And I think it's worth saving.

My turn.
I've got Ferguson Plumbing.

Yeah, Ferguson Plumbing.
I got it.

They did the kitchen
at Kensington Methodist.

Anything?

We can't find a contractor

who worked on more than
two of the churches.

How is it?

Not now.

Do you know anyone
on the Street Drug Task Force?

I'd have to see
who they have.

Here's one.
Risa Panotti.

She trained under my dad.

Line three?

This is Eames.

Say again.

We're on our way.

They hit three more churches.

We found pieces of glass
and rags

and the burn pattern
is shallow and even.

Typical of a Molotov cocktail.

Same M.O. as the fifth church
the other night.

And the same as the other
two churches tonight.

Molotov cocktails
and minimal damage.

Our dynamic duo's
getting sloppy.

The first four fires,

they were
well-planned, effective.

But, the fifth fire
and these three--

they're an afterthought.
Maybe a cover?

Maybe the partners have
different agendas.

So this is the last fire
that they set the other night.

With the Molotov cocktail.

Now, say the Molotov cocktail
is the signature of one partner.

So then the other four fires
were planned by the other one.

There was a crime scene photo

of the sanctuary
at St. Gerald's.

This?

Yeah.

He lit a fire at four places
inside the church.

Same pattern.

But first he drew it with fire

at Saint Gerald's.

'Cause that's the church
that matters to him.

Maybe it's a pattern,
maybe a lot of nothing.

Something else set
the St. Gerald's fire apart.

It was started using
a church vestment.

The other fires--
it was rags and old hand towels.

The Lutheran Sunday service

begins with a procession
from the back of the church

up to the chancel.

Along the same line
the fire was set.

The ones in the procession
who carry the cross,

the incense, candles--
the acolytes--

are usually young people,
teenagers.

And they wear vestments.

Kid with a beef against
the church or a minister?

I haven't heard any accusations
of molestation.

And since I took over
five years ago,

it's been strict policy

that no minister can meet
with a young person alone

or in a closed office.

Oh, that was Margaret's.

She had a simple faith.

So this was her desk, I guess.

She use a computer?

No, no.
Margaret was old school.

She used an old
Remington typewriter.

I don't see it.

I-I'm sure it was there
the day of the fire.

Any reason she might
have moved it?

No, but the last time
I saw her,

she was coming up
from the basement.

Here it is.

Type bars look bent.

Maybe on purpose.

How was Margaret that day?

Distracted.
Stressed.

She forgot I told her to expect
our new youth leader at 3:00.

She went out and didn't
come back until 3:30.

Have you noticed
if all these--

these letters are
printing properly?

I know lately the capital R
is looking like a P.

The right descender
probably wore off.

Anything that Margaret wrote
on this typewriter,

because of that defect,
it would be traced back to her.

Like an anonymous letter.

Couldn't be why she mangled
her machine.

If she really was old school,
she made carbons of everything.

Oh, Margaret had been
here almost 35 years.

She even outlived
my predecessor.

So she'd know all the church's
secrets and the congregation's?

Yes, I suppose,
but she was no gossip.

You said that she had
a simple faith.

She took Scripture
at face value.

She saw things
in black and white.

-Good or evil?
-Yes.

No middle ground.

Excuse me.

She typed all the checks
she wrote for church business.

Looks like the leg started
dropping off the R

about three months ago.

It's like a--

A puzzle.

Ooh, can I play too?

This goes here.

Youth group retreat?

This is not
in her handwriting.

The youth leader was here
the afternoon of the fire.

Maybe he gave her notes
to type up?

And instead she tore them up
and hid them?

No, it's from the same guy
she "forgot" to let in.

She ripped them up?

I doubt she meant
anything by it.

Old Margaret always
was an odd duck.

You've known her
a long time, Mr. Reed.

I grew up going
to St. Gerald's.

But your car has
Illinois plates.

I just moved back into
the area with my family.

I left when I was 20.

I got a job as a trader
on the Chicago Exchange.

I was making six figures before
I was old enough to drink.

And look at you now.

I could've gotten a loft
ten minutes from Wall Street.

For the same money, I can
live in a nine-bedroom house

in the old neighborhood.

Where all the old neighbors
can see how well you've done.

I grew up without role models.

I figure I'd give the kids
here something to aspire to.

Oh, is that why you became

a youth leader at the church?

Yes, but now it's all
about rebuilding.

My wife and I were just
coming back from a play

when we saw the fire trucks.

Mr. Reed, I was wondering,

since you said that Margaret

was always the odd duck,

did you have problems with her
when you were a kid?

I was an acolyte.

She used to get on my case
for being late

and not holding
the crucifix straight.

You held the crucifix
in the procession.

Yes, I was the crucifer.

At the front of the line.

Made me look good
to my girlfriend's parents.

Like my stepmom used to say,
I looked like an angel.

In your white vestment and--

Is this better, Justin?

Now we're talkin'.

Looks like you two have
a big night out on the town.

No, just dinner at my dad
and stepmom's.

Good luck catching those guys.

Justin was the crucifer.

He walked that path.
He wore the vestments.

The fire might be about him.

He's no angel with the way
he came on to me

with his wife and baby upstairs?

Yeah, and did you see
how she was dressed?

It was his idea.
He made her change.

If we find him creepy,
imagine was Margaret thought.

Oh, he's so lovely.

Here.

I see you're still nursing.

Oh, just for another
couple weeks.

Then I'm giving him formula.

Nothing but chemical
and sugars.

And you know, they do go down
when you finish nursing.

You still read these?

What are you,
ten years old?

Hey, lay off.

Dinner's ready.

Everyone to the table.

Honey.

You wanna wash your hands?

Oh, sure.

Glenn, do you mind?

It's okay.

Justin.

Your parents are waiting.

So what?

Oh.

Guys, dinner's on the table.

Of course I'd noticed
Justin's roving eye,

but Margaret never
complained about him.

We heard he wrote a big check
for the building fund.

Yes, he galvanized
the congregation.

He enjoys being
the center of attention.

But believe me,
detectives,

I wouldn't lie
to protect Justin.

Thank you for coming in,
Reverend.

Oh, from our friend
at the Task Force.

A copy of the email

they say the Captain sent.

She included the full header,

so maybe we can figure out
who really sent it.

You know, the fires referred
symbolically to Justin's role

as a crucifer
when he was a teenager.

Maybe that's when Margaret
had a problem with him.

Justin was never
in any trouble.

He was always someone
the other kids looked up to.

He was an excellent athlete.

Had a part-time job
at a brokerage house.

And you're, uh,
Justin's stepmother?

I hope I don't look old enough
to be his real mother. Do I?

Well, obviously no.

Justin's mother died
of cancer.

Terry and I got married
when Justin was 14.

He's done well for himself.

He moved back,

bought the biggest house
in the neighborhood.

Beautiful wife and child.

That might rub
some people the wrong way.

I wouldn't be surprised
if it did,

the way he's always trying
to impress people.

If they only knew.

If they only knew what,
Ms. Reed?

How thoughtless he can be.

You know, like any child.

That's what I meant.

Uh, Ms. Reed,
if it's no trouble,

I could really use
a glass of water.

Do you mind?

No problem. Sure.
This way.

She took you by surprise,
didn't she?

You know, one minute Justin's
her hero, the next minute--

I think I know what
that's about.

You do?
What is it?

Well, the other night,

Justin and his wife, Noreen,
came over.

Dinner was on the table
and him and Noreen were--

You know, busy
in the powder room.

They have some lip-smacking
good water.

Well, I guess that's
everything we need.

Thank you.

Any time, detective.

This is quite a gas mask.

Oh, we got a mold problem

in the basement.

Our youngest boy, Glenn,
brought that for me to wear.

He works for a commercial
cleaning company.

They do offices, stores.

New construction?

Yes.

Once the contractors
are done, he cleans up.

Metro Reformed, sure.

We cleaned up after they built
the new auditorium.

And Kensington Methodist.

We did them after
they had some work done.

Your boss also said

you cleaned carpets
at St. Gerald's.

So, do you remember that?

Glenn Reed?
Are you related to Justin Reed?

'Cause we heard a lot about
him over at St. Gerald's.

Yeah, he's my half-brother.

So, you grew up going
to St. Gerald's too.

It must've been a shock to hear
it went up in flames.

Oh, I stopped going
a long time ago.

But you must have
known Margaret.

Did she remember you when you
showed up to clean the carpets?

Oh, I don't think so.

No, she'd remember Justin.

He was the crucifer,
the star athlete.

You ever do anything like that?

Oh, no, no, I--
I can't.

Um, see, I get winded easy.

'Cause it looks like
you burned the rubber

on the bottom of your shoes.

Oh, I spilled some
cleaning chemicals.

-Hey, you guys done?
-Yeah.

Look, I made out the check
to Red Hook Clean-Up.

-Is that okay?
-Sure, thanks.

Is that how Margaret
paid you, by check?

Oh, yeah, yeah.

If Margaret sent him
an anonymous letter,

he would have matched
the broken R

to the check she gave him.

Maybe the letter was about
his brother, Justin.

Something so disturbing that
it provoked Glenn to--

to burn the church down.

Well, maybe Carver
can turn melted rubber

into probable cause.

Cops in the house.

Woo hoo!

So, what do you think
Glenn's done?

We're not sure.

So are you usually
home during the day

making yourself deaf?

Deaf?

Yeah, lately I've been
working nights.

Then you're here
when the mail comes.

Do you know if Glenn
got a letter?

Maybe with his name
misspelled?

Glenn Peid.

Oh, man.

I put that thing
on the fridge, but--

Glenn must have thrown it away.

I know 'cause I looked for it.

Glenn Peid.

So, what kind of night work
do you do, Charlie?

I clean exhaust fans.

Woo hoo!

Is that how you got
that stuff on your hands?

Grease.

Restaurant fans are the worst.

Justin's wedding.

Pictures of Glenn and Terry.

Hmm, but no Regina.

Woo hoo!

Look at that!

Man, oh.

You like car races?

Oh, yeah.

I got a need for speed.

Not that I break the law
anymore, Officer.

I got plenty enough tickets
to last me a lifetime.

But no DUIs.
I don't drink.

I got an allergy.
Your job.

You're always climbing
around in those vents.

That's dangerous, huh?

It's fun.

Dangerous and fun.

Woo hoo.

Of all the idiotic things
that little runt has done.

They've already
searched his place.

If he gets arrested--

I have worked too damn hard
for everything I have.

I will not let
my loser half-brother--

No, it is that roommate of his,
Charlie.

He is weak.

They can get him
to say anything.

On top of eight
speeding tickets,

Charlie Taylor has one
conviction for public nudity.

He streaked a golf tournament.

And one for criminal mischief.

He set a rowboat on fire
in Sheepshead Bay.

He's a thrill-seeker.

Glenn's partner in arson.

The Molotov cocktails
were probably his idea.

If we could tie them
to Charlie,

I bet we could shake
a confession out of him.

The grease on his hands--
if he handled the rags

used to make the fire bombs,
there might be residue on him

that we could trace
back to him.

We'll get the lab on it.

The email to the Task Force?

All that staring,
you find anything?

Yeah, I've been
comparing the header

to emails I've gotten
from the Captain.

It doesn't match
any of them, except...

for one.

Captain sent me that one
six weeks ago.

Six weeks ago our server
was down for three days

because of a virus.

We had to use
a different one.

Whoever forged
the Task Force email,

copied the header
off an email

that the Captain
sent during those three days.

And we just have to find out
who he sent emails to.

He's gone for the day.

But his computer
might be lonely.

Yes, I remember getting
this email

from Captain Deakins
last month.

The first sentence,
do you mind reading it?

"As regarding the patrols
in quadrant 14,

please send me
the daily reports."

Most people would use
the term, "in regard to,"

or "with regard to."

But the turn of phrase,
"as regarding,"

is one the Captain only uses.

If you say so.

We found it in another email

to the Street Drug Task Force.

"As regarding Officer Martinez."

Captain Deakins wrote
this one, too.

No, see, Sharon, you wrote it.

And you copied the header

from this other email.

Who put you up to it?

What? No one.

I'm very busy.

Sharon, you're helping
bring down a good cop.

Did they tell you that?

I, uh--

I don't know anything.
I'm sorry.

Sharon Wingert.

Sure, I remember sending her
this email.

-How'd you find it?
-Don't ask.

The point is she used it
to forge the Task Force email.

Why would she do that?

Because her sister is married
to Denny Moran.

Moran was Frank Adair's driver

when Adair was
Chief of Detectives.

And you know Captain Bardin

from the Task Force

was at the Academy with Adair.

So Adair must have
reached out from prison

and set this up against you.

Okay.

Let's get back
to the church fires, huh?

Uh, the lab ran tests

on the rags used to make
the Molotov cocktails.

They found traces of olive oil
and animal fat,

consistent with residue
from restaurant exhaust fans.

And Glenn's roommate,
Charlie Taylor,

he cleans them for a living.

Then what are you waiting for?
Step into him.

What happened here?

Somebody was playing
with fire.

Looks like the victim,
a Mr. Charlie Taylor

was loading molotov cocktails
into his car when he dropped
the box.

After that almost anything
could've sparked the fire.

There's no burns on his body.

He died from smoke inhalation.

He could've panicked,
ran into the shelf,

it fell on top of him,
pinning him.

Hmm, I couldn't have
staged it better myself.

Somebody wants us to think
Charlie was on his way

to burn more churches.

Burn them all by himself.

Let me through.
Please, I live here.

Oh God, Charlie.

What the hell was he doing?

What was--

Molotov cocktails?

I didn't know he was into that,

but it makes
perfect sense, though.

Oh, yeah?
What makes sense?

Well, the night
the churches went up,

I was home watching TV.

He came in and changed
the channel to the news.

He was totally into those fires.

Sounds like our arsonist.

He ever talk to you
about St. Gerald's?

Oh, no.

Maybe he heard
about it from you.

He told us you got a letter.

Your name was misspelled?

Oh yeah, right.
Glenn Peid.

Didn't Margaret at St. Gerald's
send you that letter?

Oh, yeah, yeah, um,
she was thanking me

for a good job I did
cleaning her carpets

and trying to get me
to go to church.

I got nothing against church.

I just like sleeping in
on Sundays.

All right, look.
Just one more thing.

We smelled alcohol
on Charlie.

We thought if he was drunk

it might explain how he
started the fire by accident.

Alcohol?

Charlie never drank.

He was allergic.

If Glenn had anything to do
with killing Charlie,

he would have jumped at
the chance to blame his death

on a drinking accident.

Whoever killed him,
Charlie's gonna end up

taking the rap for those fires.

It's as if Glenn
has a guardian angel.

Maybe he does.

Maybe it's somebody
who doesn't want

whatever secret's in
Margaret's letter to come out.

Which is what would happen

if Glenn was charged
with the fires.

Maybe Justin's
his guardian angel.

If Glenn knows
a secret about Justin,

why not just come out with it?

Maybe it's something
that he's ashamed of.

You know, Regina, his mother.

She never attended
Justin's wedding,

and the way that

he flaunts his young wife
in front of her.

I see a very tawdry light
at the end of this tunnel.

Maybe he had trouble

accepting her
as his new mother.

Maybe Regina seduced him,

to win him over.

She couldn't just get him
a new baseball mitt?

Incest as a motive for arson.

Of all the far-out theories
I've heard in this office.

Theories are made
to be tested.

I'll be out for the rest
of the day.

It's always good to see
old friends, Jimmy.

I know what you've done, Frank.

What have I done, my friend?

You got Gabe Bardin
to say I called him.

You got Denny Moran to ask
his sister-in-law

to cook up an email.

It's your word
against theirs, Jimmy.

And my friends,
my true friends,

they can't forget what
you did to me,

putting me in here
with the animals.

You did it to yourself.

They don't see it
that way, Jimmy.

When you took me down,
you made them feel

a little worse
about being cops.

So here you are,

accused of using
your influence

to protect your boy, Mike Logan.

How do you defend yourself
against these charges?

By taking down good people
like Gabe Bardin

and a little ten-dollar-an-hour
secretary.

You think throwing
more mud at the uniform

is gonna make a beat cop stick
his neck out a little farther

to catch some skell?
Hmm?

You really think
you're worth that, Jimmy?

My brother's roommate
was a handful.

Glenn barely tolerated him.

Glenn wanted to move out,

but he was afraid
to hurt Charlie's feelings.

Glenn can be wishy-washy.

Not like Justin.

For example, he's very decisive.

It's very masculine.

Noreen, what are you doing here?

There was a message
on the phone.

I told the P.A.A.
to call Ms. Reed.

I meant Justin's stepmother.

He must have misunderstood.

That's very embarrassing, uh--

Sorry.

Noreen, here.
Have a seat.

Ooh, sorry.
Very sorry.

Why don't you sit down?
Scoot in here.

There you go.

We were talking about Glenn.

We have a profile of arsonists,

especially early
childhood indicators.

We wanted to talk to you
about a photo we found

in Glenn's room.

It's in here somewhere.

Look at all these pictures
of Justin's wedding.

Were you sick?

We noticed you aren't
in any of the pictures.

She wasn't sick.

The wedding was in Chicago.

I don't like planes.

Oh.
This one's nice.

Mm.

Of the bride and the groom.

From what we hear,

the honeymoon
is still going on.

What is that supposed to mean?

Your husband told us.

The other night before dinner.

Come on, you guys.

That.

That was just rude.

Could you just

find the damn picture?

Yeah, sure, sorry.

Nice one here

of Justin
and his baby brother.

That's very sweet.

Must have been
quite an adjustment,

being 14 years old, suddenly
there's a baby boy in the house.

I wasn't really around.
I had a new girlfriend.

I was at her place mostly.

That's not exactly true,
Justin.

Glenn was born in July--
July 24th.

You met Emily on Labor Day.

You remember when
he met his girlfriend?

That's a little...surprising.

You know, stepmom
and the stepkid.

Come on, you guys.
It's a, you know--

Stepmom, stepkids are usually
like oil and water, right?

We work things out

like grownups.

Yeah, what you do?
Did you, um...

Talk?

No, I told you I wasn't around.

I was really
into my girlfriend.

Look at this.
Did you ever notice

Noreen looks just like you
when you were younger.

You're right.

Don't be ridiculous.

I had a much better figure
at her age.

I dressed better.

Justin has no idea

what a beautiful woman
looks like.

And he'll never be satisfied

because he'll never get
what he wants.

Oh, Noreen.

Sorry.

Well, it's not your fault.

He brings it on.
He provokes you.

Makes you jealous.

No, it doesn't.

You know, bringing up
that he met his girlfriend

when Glenn was born.

Glenn was born in July--
late July.

Justin was hurt.

You gave all
your attention to the baby.

Jealous of you,
so he decided to make

you jealous of him.

What?

What are you people thinking?

You're sick.

You're sick!

So we're sick.

She's still pushing his buttons
20 years after victimizing him.

She made a point, twice, to say
that Glenn was born in July.

Glenn Reed was born
full-term on July 24th

at five pounds, five ounces.

He had Respiratory
Distress Syndrome.

Five pounds, five ounces.

That's pretty small
for a full-term baby.

Not to mention Respiratory
Distress Syndrome

is common among babies born
before they're 34 weeks old.

So Glenn was full-term
according to whom?

His mother.

Regina Reed told the midwife
she conceived in mid-October.

There's no record she ever
saw a doctor.

Sounds like she was trying
to fudge the date of conception.

If Glenn was born
around 34 weeks,

that means he would have been
conceived in early December.

Regina's husband.

I wonder where he was.

From mid-November
to late December,

Regina's husband was in
St. Louis for job training.

Regina stayed home
with 14-year-old Justin.

She probably got pregnant
by him then.

It's why she'd lie about
when Glenn was conceived.

She might have even induced
the birth to time it right.

To keep the paternity secret
from her husband.

And Justin.

And the way she kept
emphasizing

Glenn's date of birth
to Justin...

he might not know either.

Poor Glenn.

If he's traumatized now,
imagine when he finds out

who his father is.

The photo from 20 years ago,

the procession is turning right

at the front of the church.

Nowadays, they take
a left turn.

Maybe that's why Glenn

set the fires where he did.

Yeah, but if he was symbolically
targeting Justin,

then he would have set the fires

according to the path that

Justin walked 20 years ago.

This spot here, This is where
he put most of the gas.

It burned right through
the floor.

There's something here.

There are three pipes,
water pipes.

A baptismal pool.

I'd guess for
immersion baptisms.

That's what Glenn was targeting.

Baptisms.

His own birth.

The arson squad,
they said that

the fire was started
in four places.

There's this one spot here,

where the arsonist,
he used more gas.

And we just don't know why.

Anyway, they capped
off the pipes.

The Reverend told us there
was a baptismal pool here.

You don't remember seeing
people getting dunked

when you were a kid, do you?

Anyway, it leaked.

So they got rid of it.

Charlie never mentioned
a beef against...baptisms?

Oh, no.
Sounds kinda crazy.

Think so?

Even if he got some disturbing
news about his family

or his...his birth?

It's not that crazy to--

to act out?

Why are they here?

Maybe they were
worried about you.

Glenn.

Are you all right, honey?

What did you say?

He's just asking
about Charlie.

I asked him if he knew
why Charlie

focused his anger,

a fire, on this spot,

where there was
a baptismal pool.

You know, it occurs to me

Glenn might have been baptized
in that pool.

-Was he?
-Yes.

That must have been
a happy moment.

Were you there, Justin?

Oh, yes, of course.
He's my half-brother.

Well, it's not just that.

What I meant was that

you were the crucifer.

Do you remember your brother
leading the procession?

His gold-embroidered
vestments,

carrying the crucifix.

Must've seemed special to you,
your big brother.

I wasn't special.

I was just some teenage kid.

I didn't know anything.

Do you know what he's
talking about, Glenn?

Glenn, you don't need
to say anything now.

We'll talk about
old times later.

Just you and me.

That's right, Glenn.
Just the family, come on.

Wh-wh-what would
you talk about?

About Glenn's anger over
his mother seducing Justin?

You shut up.
That is not true.

Just stop it.

Stop lying.

He deserves to know.

She made a mistake.

I was a dumb kid.
I missed my mother.

I was messed up.

But it was over a long time ago.

It doesn't have anything
to do with this.

Everybody knows Charlie
set the fires.

Now let's go.
Let's get out of here.

He really doesn't
know everything.

You say that.
What is it I don't know?

You don't remember how small
Glenn was when he was born.

He was a runt.
So what?

He was five pounds,
five ounces.

He was born premature.

No, he wasn't.

He was born full-term,
nine months.

He had Respiratory
Distress Syndrome.

It's why he gets winded.

Lots of babies
get that full-term.

Don't listen to them.

Glenn already knows.

No.

That's what was in the letter
from Margaret, right?

What are you people
talking about?

No, please, don't listen.

Glenn was conceived in December.

It's not true.

It's not true.

Your husband went away.

He left you with
your resentful stepson.

You needed to win him over,
so you seduced him.

Got pregnant by him.

Oh, God.

Oh, God. No.

You witch.

What did you do?

Your husband assumed
that it was his child.

I-I...

I didn't mean to hurt anybody.

You hurt me.

I went to the church and
I confessed to the minister.

I don't care.

What does that make me?
What am I?

I'm a freak.

When I opened that letter,

I wanted you to burn.

Both of you to burn.
Burn in hell.

I didn't know.
I'm sorry.

All my life,
you treated me like I'm nothing.

He's tried to protect you.

Tell him.

Justin, tell your son
what you did for him.

I'll tell him.

Shut up!

Glenn.

I tried.

It was the only way I knew.

I-I-I-I killed Charlie
to protect you.

Protect me?

Why?

I'm nothing.

I'm nothing.

Justin, you're under
arrest for murder.

She goes, too.

The two sons are going to jail,

but Carver doesn't think he can
make a case against Regina

for Charlie's murder.

So she skates?

Well, she can't
skate from herself.

You're the first
in the squad to know.

I turned in my resignation
today.

The email proves what it proves.

I appreciate you looking
into it.

Then why quit?

Why give Frank Adair
what he wants?

It's what I want.

I worked it out so
Officer Martinez will be okay.

I could fight it,

demand a public exoneration,

but I'd just be letting
Frank Adair use me

to give the department
a black eye.

But you don't deserve this.

Frank needs people
to worship at his feet.

I just need to know I'm right
by the people who know me.

My detectives.

My good detectives.

Uh, so go on.
Go back to work.

We'll hold the wake later,
huh?