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Check the vics. Call it in.

Central, I've got one doa,
one heavy bleeder

at 232 hillside Avenue.

Need an ambulance now.

Copy that. Ambulance and...

Mrs. Travers,
I'm detective Mac Taylor.

If you can hear me,
I need you to raise your finger.

Can you do that?

Good. Good.

I'm going to ask you a
couple of questions.

If the answer is yes, I need you
to move your finger up and down.

If the answer is no,

move it side to side.

Do you understand me?

Good. Good.

Do you know the person
who did this to you?

Was there a guest in
the house tonight?

When you guys arrived,

was there any sign
of forced entry?

No, sir.

Mrs. Travers, did someone in
your family do this to you?

Give me that picture over there.

Right there. Come on. Come on.

Mrs. Travers, I need you to listen

very carefully.

Is this the person
who did this to you?

Is this your son?

Did your son do this to you?

We got to find this
kid right away.

Police.

What are you doing?
What the hell, man?

Leave him alone. What the
hell is the matter with you?

Let go of me!

Billy Travers, you're under arrest

for the murder of your father,
Walter Travers,

and the attempted murder

of your mother, grace Travers.

What? That's right, buddy.
She's still alive.

What are you talking about?

Let's go. Billy!

Where are you taking him?

Get off me!

Billy!

She was communicative
at the scene.

Aao times three.
Following commands.

Mental status
decreased in transit.

Shallow breathing.
Dropped her sats.

Required bagging.

Get me an airway box, 7.5 et tube

and call for respiratory.

She's arresting! I need a bbm.

Drop her head down, please.

Remember what I said
about having a son?

Yeah. Never mind.

I'm good.

Start from the outside in?

Yeah.

We got to eliminate
any prints left

by the first officers
and the EMTs.

And Mac.

Be honest. If that was you
who responded to the scene,

would you have known
to try to get an I.D.

By asking her to move
her finger up and down?

Probably not.

I guess that's why
he's the boss, huh?

He wanted us to verify

there was no forced entry.

You want to take the front door,
or you want the bedroom?

I'll leave the bedroom to you two.

Thanks.

Bed or floor?

I'll take the floor.

I don't believe you.

Believe it, Billy.

Your own mother identified you.

That's not possible. Why?

Because you thought she was dead?

You left no witnesses?

Because I didn't do anything.

No. You're lying.

You're lying. She didn't...

I wish to God I was lying.

I've been a detective
for a long time.

This is about as bad as it gets.

My father...

he's dead?

I mean, when you got there,
he was already dead?

I don't understand.

Why would she do this to me?

Do this to you?

Maybe because you beat her
within an inch of her life.

I wasn't even at the house.

I haven't been home
in over a month.

Where is she? Can...
Can I see her?

Okay, Billy.

Let's not draw this out
into a lifetime special.

Just tell me why you did it.

I love my parents.

I didn't do this.

Okay.

Tell me again...

where were you today?

And start from the beginning.

I already told you.

Tell me again. I'm not an idiot.

You want me to tell you
again because you think

I'm going to say
something different.

You're only going to say

something different
if you're lying.

Well, I'm not.

Well, then, this should be easy.

We went to a vintage
clothing store on St. Marx.

Billy wanted to get a gray jacket

exactly like the one Tom
cruise had in the movie.

What time was that? Be specific.

He didn't do it.

He doesn't have it in him
to do something like this.

Okay, Jules, I'm going to let
you in on a little secret.

Everyone has it in them
to do something like this.

Everyone. No.

Not Billy.

How long have you been
going out? Five months.

Five months?

I usually like to wait
at least six months

before I can attest to somebody's
lack of homicidal tendencies.

You're kind of a bitch,
you know that?

Where did you go after
the clothing store?

Back to Jules' room.

We hung out there until
around 5:00 or something,

and then I had to go get
stuff for the party.

What stuff? Alcohol.
I had to get a bunch of alcohol,

so we went to the store on
the corner of bleeker...

...And west third.

Did anyone else go with you?

I already told you no.

Where'd you go after that?

To the frat house to
drop off the alcohol.

That was around 7:00,
maybe a little after.

Jules go in with you?

No. I told you we
split up after that.

So you don't know where
Billy was from the time

you left the clothing store
right up until the party?

Did you get any phone calls
or text from him?

no.

What time did you
get to the party?

Maybe 11:00.

Was Billy already there
when you got there? Yes.

So from about 8:00 to 11:00,

I'm just supposed to
take your word for it

that you were in your room?

And the only person
who can account

for your whereabouts earlier
that day is your girlfriend.

What are you doing?

Math.

Because you're not man
enough to admit what you did.

Now I gotta do math.

I hate math.

Half hour by train to get
to your parents' place.

25 minutes to stand outside and
build the courage to kill them.

Another 40 minutes inside to do
the deed and change your clothes.

15 minutes to puke

and then find a place to
ditch the bloody clothes.

Another half hour to
travel to your room.

Five... ten... carry one...

Two hours and 20 minutes,
give or take.

Plenty of time for you
to commit the murder

and get back to your room.

You have between now and
trial to fabricate a witness

who claims to have seen
you during that time.

The human skull is composed of

one of the most durable
substances found in nature.

It takes approximately one ton

to reduce the diameter of
the skull by one centimeter.

Unfortunately for Walter
Travers, when you get

whacked in the head

multiple times with a
blunt-force object,

that doesn't mean a whole lot.

Can you tell us anything

about the nature of the
blunt-force object?

Sid?

Oh, sorry.

Yeah. I-I just wasn't
prepared for you to be so...

Female?

Right.

Um... you see these
two horizontal marks?

They're puncture wounds.

They speak to the
nature of the weapon?

Oh, yeah. I mean possibly.

Let's take a look.

You came from D.C., right? Yeah.

It's an interesting town.

I've only been there once

to testify before congress.

Oh, on behalf of the
national academy of sciences?

Oh, no, no. I was there to testify

that they have no business

restructuring the
college bowl system.

I never got past the door.

But the town is-is quite...
Lovely.

Okay.

I, uh, put time of death

at somewhere between 9:00 and
10:00 based on liver temp.

He was probably
knocked unconscious

and bled out immediately,

which would put the attack
around the same time.

Here we go.

See here?

Appear to be equal in size,

one directly in
line with the other.

Hammer... crowbar...

Maybe? Or a tire iron.

Those are the only
puncture wounds?

Yeah. And I've seen grace
Travers' hospital records.

She suffered no punctures.

Odds are against Billy
dropping one object

and stabbing with another,
don't you think?

Well, more than likely, the weapon

was used as a blunt-force object

but contained two identical,
horizontal edges at the end.

So, basically, we're looking

for something with
a claw on the end?

A claw, right.

Is the mother gonna make it?

She's not conscious yet,

but the doctors say
she'll pull through.

It's nothing short of a miracle.

I've never seen anyone take a
beating like that and survive.

I wonder if I'd even want to.

How do you go through life knowing

your kid killed his father and
tried his best to kill you?

You check into his alibi?

He essentially has no alibi.

He was with his girlfriend
most of the day,

and that'll get
ripped apart on cross.

He claims he was in his room alone

between 8:00 to 11:00 P.M.

Sid puts the attack
between 9:00 and 10:00.

It's pretty convenient for him

to claim he was alone
and plenty of time

for him to get back
in time for the party.

It'd be nice to have motive,
but I guess the I.D.

By his mother should
carry a lot of weight.

We'll need more.

It'll take a while to analyze

all the evidence from the scene,

but it's hard to believe

he didn't leave something behind.

I just hope he pleads guilty

and doesn't make the
mother take the stand

and have to I.D.
Him again in court.

Hey, guys.

We got a confession.

But not from Billy Travers.

Guy over at Rikers

says his cell mate confessed
to killing a couple

in their sleep last night.

The guy on the left is Owen Hicks.

He's over at Rikers
awaiting trial for rob one.

Now, he says he got a
new cell mate last night

who confessed to killing a
couple over in Jamaica estates.

Burg two, burg three,

criminal trespassing,

at least four drug
possession arrests.

Steals from the rich to
feed his poor drug habit.

He's looking at serious
time on his current charge.

What does he want?

What they all want.

A free pass.

The guy on the right
is Manny Ravarra.

He's doing life
upstate at fishkill

for selling drugs at schools.

He even recruited a
couple 12 year-olds

to run a few corners for him.

What's he doing at Rikers?

Two weeks ago, Ravarra escaped.

He was picked up last night,

trying to boost a car
on Jamaica Avenue.

They run him for warrants,

see he's an escaped convict,

and then send him to Rikers

until he gets transferred
back upstate.

And that's when he
meets Owen Hicks?

I find it hard to
believe he'd just

casually admit to
a double homicide.

Grace Travers looked me in the
eye and I.D.'Ed her killer.

Take a ride over to Rikers.

Bring Danny.

See if this guy's for real.

What I do now?

We're here about a homicide

that was committed last
night in Jamaica estates.

Couple was bludgeoned to death.

And we don't make you for it.

In fact, we have an eyewitness
who says it wasn't you.

All right. But your cell mate,

he says you did it.

Said you were bragging about it.

But Owen Hicks is looking
to get out from under

a robbery charge that will
most likely send him upstate

for the next 15 years, so...

Yeah, not the most
reliable source.

We figured we'd come here,
lay our cards on the table,

give you an opportunity
to respond.

Let me see if I got this right.

My crackhead cell mate
gives me up for a murder

that an eyewitness says was
committed by someone else,

and you two drop by here
to give me the opportunity

to say that I didn't do nothing?

I got that right?

What about it,
Manny? What about it?

Sometimes crackheads
actually tell the truth.

So what are you saying?

I'm saying your eyewitness is wrong-
I killed that couple.

Yeah.

I could go ahead and deny it.

What for?

What are you guys going to do?

I'm already doing life in prison.

I just escaped.

Do you think I care about adding

another life sentence to my term?

Tell me what happened.

Why'd you do it?

What do you think?

I was on the run.

I figured I could make
out with some jewelry.

If I was lucky,
a decent amount of cash.

But why'd you kill the couple?

The guy woke up while
I was going through

one of his drawers.

And the woman?

She wouldn't stop screaming.
I mean...

Ear-piercing screaming.

I wasn't wearing anything
to cover my face, so...

I had to do what I had to do.

Then I got pinched
for boosting a car

before I got out of town.

I'm not buying it.

Is this guy for real?

Great. I'm not buying it, either.

Can I go now?

I'm missing Oprah.

None of the drawers
were open, buddy.

They weren't even rifled through,

so what were you stealing?

Not to mention these people
were brutally, brutally beaten,

which would suggest
that this was personal,

not that you were trying to
keep them from I.D.'Ing you.

Fantastic.

I'll make sure to tell my
lawyer that when we go to trial.

Trial?

You're confessing to the crime.

You think there's
gonna be a trial?

What did you kill them with?
You testing me?

Is this a test?

Why don't you look in the sewer,

at 104th street and
Lefferts boulevard.

Let me know if I passed.

Is she able to talk?

Look, I-I know she's been
through a major trauma,

but would it be all right
if I came by to see her?

I won't be long.
I know she needs her rest.

Great, great.
I appreciate it, doctor.

Thank you.

Please tell me you have something

that puts Billy Travers
at the crime scene.

Nothing. Nothing on my end,
either.

All the shoe impressions at
the scene were from either

the first officers or the EMTs.

And the blood samples
have been sent to DNA,

but we were able to type them.

None of them are a
match to Billy Travers.

The front door was
definitely jimmied open.

The first officers told me

there was no sign of forced entry.

Well, the majority of the damage
was to the inside of the lock,

most likely from a crowbar,
which is consistent

with the puncture wounds sid
found on Billy's father.

And flack said that Billy had
a key to his parents' house.

Well, he could've used the key,

then intentionally
damaged the lock

to make it look like a break-in.

What else?

Well, I was able to extract
microbial DNA from the soil

that was disturbed next to
the front door, but again,

not a match to the dirt found
on Billy Travers' shoes.

All we have is the I.D. Right now.

So he was either
extremely careful,

or we have to consider
that he didn't do this.

At the scene, I thought

that might be the only
chance to talk to her.

When they said there
was no forced entry,

that prompted me to show
her a photo of her family.

And she was responsive, right?

She was. She looked me in
the eye and understood me.

But maybe I pushed too
hard in the moment.

I can just picture Manny Ravarra,

sitting the cafeteria with
a stupid grin on his face,

eating a bologna sandwich,

gloating to the other inmates

how two mope detectives
are knee-deep in crap

for absolutely no reason.

Actually, I only see
one mope detective

down here. You want to join me?

I don't do sewers.

It's like he said...

he's doing life,
he's got nothing to lose,

so why not jerk us around?

What was it he said
about crackheads?

Sometimes they tell the truth.

Yeah?

Well, it might be
one of those times.

Think this Manny
Ravarra guy's for real?

One way to find out.

You recovered trace amounts
of rust from the scrape marks

on the locks of the
Travers house, right?

It's right here. Nice. Great.

You're gonna date the rust,
huh? Pretty smart.

I have my moments.

Sample I took off the lock
didn't contain magnetite.

Right. Which means the
rust is pretty damn old...

And won't cling to steel.

But if the magnetite

hasn't yet completely
diminished...

Looks like Manny
Ravarra's playing you.

Why would he want to go down
for a murder he didn't commit?

Mrs. Travers?

I'm detective Mac Taylor.

Do you mind if I talk
to you for a moment?

Come closer.

What did you say your name was?

Mac Taylor.

I'm a detective with
the New York crime lab.

I came to your house last night,

after you called 911.

I called 911?

Yeah.

Miraculously, you... you did.

Somehow you found the strength

to pick up the phone.

It saved your life.

They told me my husband's dead.

Mrs. Travers, do you remember
what happened last night?

No.

I just remember
waking up in this room.

I realize this is hard,

but can you tell me why your
son would have done this?

Billy?

Yes.

You think Billy did this to me?

Last night,
you identified your son.

To me.

I showed you a photograph,

and you indicated
that he had done this.

No...

No, I did no such thing.

No, b-Billy didn't do this.

He would never do
anything to hurt me,

or his father.

Mrs. Travers, I know you've
been through a lot...

Who are you?

My name is Mac Taylor.

Why did you come here?

To tell me that my
son did this to me?

To tell me these lies?

I don't want to upset you...

No, you listen to me!

You leave Billy alone,

do you understand me?

He would never do this!

Now, go!

Get out!

Leave my family alone!

Sid.

Ah, see that?

A familiar face... recognition.

Neurons coursing
through my synapses.

What's with the pictures?

A little experiment.

Random photos

of people I don't
know mixed with one

I do know.

See? Very little activity.

No emotional connection.

Oh.

Off the charts.

So, what's the emotional
connection there?

Alimony.

Grace Travers' hospital records.

She's clearly experiencing
retrograde amnesia.

It's very common with victims
of traumatic brain injury.

Which explains why she doesn't
remember I.D.'Ing her son.

Right. But is the
identification reliable?

That's hard to say.

The hospital gave me a copy

of her mri... most of the damage

occurred to the
front-left temporal lobe.

You can see a significant amount
of bleeding in this area here.

Front-left controls language,
speech, memory.

Among other things, yes.

So you think it's possible

that her memory of the event
at the time she made the I.D.

Could've been affected.
Very possible

if she suffered
extreme brain damage.

But she was able to understand
and obey commands... I was there.

Same part of the brain, no?

Well, the same area,
but the effects differ.

Language and comprehension
can remain intact

while memory is abolished.

Sid, I showed her a
photograph of her family.

She was able to communicate
with me using her finger

that Billy did this to her.

Oftentimes, damage
to the temporal lobe

results in seizures,

and those seizures have a tendency

to start in the hands.

So it's possible the
movement of her finger

up and down was involuntary.

You think I made a mistake
showing her the photograph?

Well, like you said,
she was responsive

and obeying commands.

I hate to play devil's
advocate here, Mac,

but a defense attorney would
have a field day with that I.D.

Bottom line, we don't have

a picture of what
happened in her brain

when she moved her finger.

So there's just no way to
know if her I.D. Is reliable.

And now she's defending her son.

So this guy,
he's definitely lying.

I mean, the rust on the crowbar
he led us to isn't a match

to the rust that we pulled
from the vic's door.

So how'd he know to lead you to
a crowbar in the first place?

How about this for timing?

Ravarra come through the 116
last night around 2:00 A.M.

Same time and precinct
as Billy Travers.

So flack's going at Billy
in the interrogation room,

and Manny's sitting in the
bullpen being processed.

Rookie cops.

You're telling me the kid in there

hacked up his parents?
He didn't hack 'em up.

He beat 'em, with, like,
a crowbar or a tire iron or something.

We don't have the murder weapon.

And after he was processed,

he called his
girlfriend in woodside.

I'm guessing that he asked
her to find a crowbar,

dump it in the sewer.

So why does a convicted
felon doing life

confess to a crime
he didn't commit?

Got me.

I want to put him on a poly,
but both our polygraph examiners

are up in the Bronx
working cases. Flack said

his cell mate ratted
him out, right?

Yep. Owen Hicks,
he's awaiting trial

for rob one. Pull them both

out of Rikers and meet
me at the precinct.

What are you thinking?

Just meet me there.

All right.

Adam...

What did I do?

Mac. Hey.

The tiny shard of glass
from the bedspread,

it's consistent
with a beer bottle.

Now, nothing unique
about that, right?

But the polyester
fiber on the shard,

it's from a security laminate.

It's four layers of virtually
invisible polyester film

that are bonded together to
make the window impenetrable.

Helps prevent burglaries.

Was it installed in the
Travers' house? No.

And there was no evidence

of a broken beer bottle
anywhere, either.

So the killer must
have tracked it in.

I just don't know from where.

Contact the security companies

in the city that
install that laminate

and get a list of locations and
cross-check them with employees.

You think we might get a
hit for Billy Travers?

Maybe. We need to put
him in that house.

Yo, man, what's he doing here?

You said that we were gonna sign

some sort of
cooperation agreement.

Change of plans.

Here we go.

Have a seat.

Go ahead.

You-you talk to Manny?

What did he tell you?

Don't worry about Manny.

He's got his story, you got yours.

You're all good.

As long as you tell the truth,

everything'll be fine.

Wh-what the hell is this thing?

Polygraph.

You giving me a lie detector test?

I mean... aren't those, like,
not admissible in court?

They don't always work right.

Eh, only about 98% of the time.

But don't worry about it.

I mean, you're a smart guy,
Owen, I can tell.

Even if you're lying,
you could beat this machine.

You're gonna do great.

Uh, w-w... wait, wait, wait,
where are you going?

I can't give you the test-
I'm not qualified.

I can't give you the test... weeowen,
I can tell. Have to b,

even if you're lying,
you could beat this machine.

You're gonna do great.

Take it easy on him.
, w-w... wait, wait,

Good afternoon...
Mr. Hicks.

Huh. I understand
there's a question

to the veracity of
certain statements

that you may or may not have made

and/or heard during
your confinement

in the fine institution
known as Rikers island.

Is that correct?

I have no idea what the
hell you just said, man.

Are you playing
games with me, son?

No, I'm not playing games...!

Because any heretofore games
will not be tolerated.

Okay?

Mm.

Now let's get started.

Have you ever been a
participant in or administered

any of said polygraph...

How long do you give him?

Well, if Adam remembers
to plug the damn thing in,

I don't think he gets
past the first question.

First question?

No way it gets that far.

Ten...

This simply measures your
blood pressure...Nine...

While the test is
being administered.

The information then
relays to the pen thingy

which will go haywire
if you're full of...

If you're being untruthful.

And, based on the amount of sweat

that's accumulated
on your forehead...

gross...

is more than likely.

Ah, now...

This tube, okay,

is going to just go
around your chest...

...Two...

...One.

No, I can't do this!

I'm not gonna do this, man!

He said that we could
both help each other out.

Okay, look.

Manny said that he
had a girlfriend

who lived in queens, all right?

And he never got to see
her because it was too far

from the prison that
he was at upstate.

So he said that if he
confessed to the murder

of the couple, that that
would bring him downstate

for the trial for at least a year.

And then he'd be able to see her.

He said to make it more believable

he'd blab about it to me,

and then I would call the cops

and maybe work out a deal
for myself, all right?

That's the truth!

I swear to God,
that-that's the truth, man!

Hey, I'm not lying!

I'm telling you, that's the...

If there is a problem,
just give me a call.

I'll take care of it myself.

Thanks.

Hey.

Just dropping off

the dd-5 on Manny Ravarra's
false confession.

Defense attorney won't be able

to use him as an alternate theory.

Did you get in touch
with the d.A.'S office?

Judge let Billy
Travers out on bail.

As of now,

the mother's I.D.

Is all we have,

and I'm not even
sure we have that.

Should we offer her
some kind of protection?

She'll refuse.

She's on her son's side now.

So unless we come up with

a forensic link, he'll be at her
bedside by the end of the day.

I'll follow up with
Lindsay and Hawkes. Jo.

Yeah?

If this is gonna work,
we got to trust each other.

The dd-5 documenting grace
Travers recanting the I.D....

I saw you looking at it.

Damaging to the case...

you thought maybe I
wouldn't file it?

History has a tendency
of repeating itself.

What happened in D.C.
is not a part of my history.

Uncovering mistakes
made by your lab

and alerting defense counsel
was part of your oath.

Still is.

Tell that to senator Matthews.

I still get letters
from him blaming me

for the outcome of
his daughter's case.

The mistake I uncovered

was made by a guy
named Frank waters.

Impeccable reputation.

I worked with Frank
waters for 12 years, Mac.

I went to his wedding,

his kids' birthdays.

So when I discovered
he destroyed a document

detailing a mistake he made
interpreting DNA results,

Two things happened that day:

trust became just another word

and Serena Matthews'
rapist went free.

You had to make it public.

It was a decision I
don't regret making,

and I'd make it again.

Jo, my team does not
sacrifice integrity

for a desired result.

Now that you're part of it,

I promise you you'll
never have to make

that kind of decision again, okay?

Hey. There are four companies

in the city that manufacture

the security laminate I found
on the shards in the vic's bed.

One of them installed the laminate

for something called glassphemy.

Oh, I read about
that in the paper.

It's an art installation

where people get out
their aggression

by hurling bottles
into a glass cage

and the company collects the
shards and recycles them.

I might need to try that.

They use the polyester
laminate on the cage

to keep it from breaking.

So a piece of the laminate was
transferred to a shard of glass,

which came in contact
with our killer.

And the killer

transferred it to the bed.

Glassphemy uses an
outside company,

Brookston recycling,
to pulverize the shards.

So I got a list of
their employees.

This guy is particularly
interesting.

Paul Benson. Who is he?

He was released a week ago
from Hudson correctional.

He served eight years for rape.

What's his connection to the case?

He grew up in the victims' house.

See him? Go.

Move! Move!

He's up there.
You see him up there?

Stay down!

I got him! I got him!

Don't move.

Right there.

Stay down. Stay down.

Did you hear from Hawkes?

Yep. Just enough dirt
under Paul Benson's shoes

to match the soil
at the crime scene.

I don't get it.

This guy was the
senior class president,

captain of the soccer team,

dean's list.

This kid had everything
going for him back in 2002.

He was the guy you love to hate

in every John Hughes film.

He was even dating the prom queen,
Sarah Dufresne.

Apparently dating
her wasn't enough.

"I told him I wanted to wait,

"that if he loved me, he would
respect that I wanted to wait.

He grabbed my arms
and pinned me down."

One minute he's Harvard bound,
next he's Rikers bound.

Did eight years.

Got out week and a half ago.

Based on the case file,
doesn't look like

we had anything
beyond her statement.

He claimed it was consensual.

Classic he said/she said?

Not quite.

His parents testified against him.

Not a day goes by

we don't second-guess
our decision.

Paul's our son.

If you'd kept silent,
you wouldn't have been able

to live with yourselves.

Paul was a good kid.

Had so much going for him.

He came home that night
and we immediately knew

something was wrong.

Paul?

Paul,

what's wrong?

Where's Sarah?

What happened, Paul?

Whatever it is, you can tell us.

When he told us,

all I could see was Sarah's face.

And what she must have
been going through.

And her parents...

we'd known them for years.

Sarah obviously went to the police

and they arrested Paul.

When the prosecutor asked

for our cooperation,

it took a few weeks
and several fights,

but we decided that telling the
truth was the right thing to do.

It was.

No matter how much
it may have hurt.

So you had no contact
with Paul after that?

We tried,

but Paul didn't want
anything to do with us.

He felt that we'd betrayed him,

so he just cut us off.

We moved a couple years later.

Tried to put it behind us.

Paul was digging by the side
of the house for the spare key.

But the locks had been changed,

and he used a crowbar
to get inside.

He thought it was you in that bed.

Paul went back to the
house to kill you.

You didn't know your
parents had moved.

You had no contact with them
ever since you went away.

What were you thinking, Paul?

You were getting even?

That killing your parents

was somehow gonna settle the score

for them testifying against you?

I was just a kid.

You were 18 years old.

You were old enough

to be held accountable
for your actions.

They betrayed me.

No, no.

You betrayed them.

You think it was easy

for your parents to
do what they did?

Your girlfriend, Sarah...

they were just supposed
to let her go through life

knowing you raped her
and got away with it?

The woman who went
to the hospital...

She survived?

She's gonna be okay?

No.

She lost her husband,

her son lost his father,
and she's gonna have

permanent brain damage.

So, no, she's not gonna be okay.

You had an opportunity to get out

and make something
of your life, Paul.

Instead, you destroyed
another family.

Mind if I come in for a moment?

How's she doing?

All right, I guess.

Doctor said she should

be able to leave in
a few days. Good.

I'm glad to hear that.

I'm sorry you had to
go through that, Billy.

Yeah.

I get it.

You were just doing
your job, I guess.

You know, sometimes
we lose sight of

how hard it is to
be called a suspect.

Look, if you ever need anything,
I hope you'll give me a call.

Billy.

Who's this?

My name is Mac Taylor.

Have you met my son Billy?

I have.

You have a good son, Mrs. Travers.

You're a very lucky woman.

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