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What exactly do you expect
me to do with this?

Just like I said, it's my gun.

The one I used to smoke
Little Pete.

Allegedly.

Right, right, allegedly.

What's going on
with that copter?

It's the 43rd floor, Melvin.
Helicopters happen.

Well, it could be the cops.
Focus, Melvin. The gun.

I was just hoping

you'd hold it for me, you know.

Just in case I get pinched.

You come into
my apartment unannounced,

and drop a murder weapon
on my $10,000 coffee table?

Well, I just thought, you know,
'cause you're my lawyer,

that you could, you know,
you could do something...

Stash it for you?

I'm your lawyer,
not an accomplice.

If I accept that gun,

I am compell to surrender it
to the authorities.

Compelled, Melvin.

You understand what that means?

What you need to do is take
that thing away from here now.

Something ain't right here.

Don't be so paranoid.

No one is coming to get you.

Come with me.

Hey, man!
Get in there.

Stay quiet till
I tell you to come out.

I'm going for it.

You with me?

Hell, no.

Come on! Let's go!

Move!

Recognize our robbery Vic?

Roland Carson,
defense attorney.

I prefer scumbag lawyer,

but, yeah, that's him.

Body belongs
to Melvin La Grange.

He was a drug dealer whose hobbies
include murder and extortion.

Let me guess, scumbag's client?

Yeah, only this time
he's collateral damage.

According to Carson, he was shot
trying to stop the robbery.

We got a survivor?

We do. Carson's
bodyguard, James Belson.

Took one in the gut.

He's over at Trinity General
in surgery now.

There's an ex-cop
named Belson.

Used to ride with
Danny on patrol.

Same guy.

Apparently he's working
for the other side now.

Our robbers fly in
on a helicopter,

turn the place
into the O.K. Corral.

What were they after?

Cash, stock certificates,
and get this.

$5 million

in precious gems and jewelry.

Carson was keeping
them for a client

in his private safe.

It's not so safe after all.

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Just heard from the hospital.

The bodyguard Belson's
out of surgery.

Well, Melvin wasn't so lucky.

I counted eight entry wounds,
nine millimeter.

He was dead before
he hit the table.

He did manage to get one shot
off, though, before he died.

I found gunshot residue
on his hand,

and a spent .45 casing, which
is consistent with his gun.

That could explain

the blood trail
I found on the roof.

Yeah, maybe he
winged one of the robbers.

I saw a bunch of surveillance
cameras on my way in.

Yeah. There were more
on the roof.

They're already on their way
to the lab.

Oh, and then...

there's this.

Sand?

The cash and the stocks
don't matter to me, Detective.

What I need back are the gems.

That's your most
important assignment.

You mean other than findin?

Of course.

You want to tell me
what he was doing here?

Lawyer-client confidentiality.

Not anymore.

Melvin was meeting with me

about some personal matters.

He asked me to hold something
in escrow for him,

but I promise none
of that is relevant.

Well, why don't you let us
decide what's relevant,

so we can do our job.

Don't give me that look.

I see how you guys
are eyeing me.

I've cross-examined enough
of them in my time.

I'd like to believe
there's no hard feelings.

They're thrilled to
be working the case.

I just want assurances
you'll go after my client's gems

as rigorously
as any other citizens.

We work every case
equally hard, Mr. Carson.

I need more than
that, Detective.

The man who owns those gems will be
coming back for them in a few days.

If I don't have possession,

you might be investigating
my homicide.

And we'll work that case
equally hard, too.

We're thinking the
robbers sabotaged

the surveillance equipment
like they did the alarm system?

Well, that's the thing.

The alarm control panel
is on the roof.

The surveillance controls
were in the apartment untouched.

Then how did they do it?

Well, as you can see
from the monitors,

or robbers are wearing
the very latest in B & E chic.

His season no heist is complete
without these little beauties.

I'm walking...

I'm walking...

I'm walking.

I'm busting the safe,
I'm making my escape.

A must-have for the
fashion forward felon.

What are they, LEDs?

Infrared LEDs to be exact.

These things are
cutting-edge technology.

They're not even
on the market yet.

So the robbers
we're looking for

are well-funded
and well-connected.

These guys are pros.

Do you need anything,
Mr. Belson?

Geez, Jimmy boy, look at you.

Danny Messer.

Figures... I got to get shot
before my old partner here

comes and pays me a visit.

If I'd have known

you were so desperate, I would
have dropped by sooner.

I'm good. I'm good.

You mind if we have a second?

Thank you.

You should get her number.

I'm married now, buddy.

Got a daughter, too.
Really?

Wow, way to go, Messer.

Hey, man, I hope you have

a better run of it than I did.

My ex-wife took my kids
and split to Phoenix

just to keep away from me.

So how you feeling?

Aw, it's, you know,

it's not as bad as it looks.

I'll be out of here
in a few days.

You think you're up to telling
me what happened?

I remember the sound
of a helicopter.

I heard some noises outside.

And then on the
surveillance monitor

I see these two guys
breaking in.

I get Carson and the
client secure, and, uh,

next thing I know,
I'm sucking carpet

trying to keep my insides in.

Did you get a look
at these guys?

The faces in the monitor were
obscured by some kind of light.

When they kicked the door open,

that's uh, that's
when I took a bullet.

Maybe you can tell me what this
guy Melvin was doing there?

Nah. Even if I knew, Danny,
I-I couldn't tell you.

Carson would fire me like that.

Six years on the job, Jimmy...

how you end up working
for this bastard Carson?

Oh, come on, man,
he doubled my salary.

Wasn't like I had
a lot of options.

Hey, you know,
if you're interested,

now that you're a family man,

maybe I could line
something up for you.

I don't plan on retiring
any time soon.

Well, neither was I,
if you remember.

All right,
you should get some rest.

But I want you to call me

if you think of anything else,
all right?

Sure thing.

Hey, Danny.

It was good seeing you, bud.

Hey.

Hey. A private helicopter

took off from the West 30th
Street heliport last night

with three men inside,

supposedly for a pleasure tour,
but never returned.

Got any idea where
it was going?

Yeah, 'cause what goes up
must come down somewhere, right?

Yeah.

Hey, how's your pal
Belson doing?

He gonna make it?

Yeah, I think so.

The bullet missed
his vital organs.

That's good.

I never met him myself.

But you've got to wonder

how an ex-cop goes over
to the dark side.

Working for a sleaze
like Carson.

No, no, no, he was
a great cop, Flack.

We used to call him
"Mr. Personality."

Everybody loved him.

So what happened to him?

Honestly, what happened to him
was bad luck.

We went out one night...

It was the end of the shift,
we got a felony car stop.

Look here, Jim.
Huh?

Oh, all right,

who wants to cop to the gun?

No one?

That's gonna mean it belongs
to all of you... Mm-hmm.

And that you're all coming in.

Constructive possession.

That's one of my favorites.

So we call in for a backup unit.
We wait for them.

They take two of the guys,
we take the other two back.

We get to the precinct...

Oh, Jim, you hear that?

Huh?
Sounded like a clank.

I don't know.
Here, take him.

I'll check it out.

So we put these guys away
for gun possession.

Meanwhile,
the midnight shift comes in.

And these cops who took
the radio car had no idea

what they were getting into.

Both of 'em survived.
I mean, one of 'em was in

the hospital for a month.

So they fired Belson?

Nah, they put him on
modified duty.

He's riding a desk.

But he could tell that everybody
was treating him different,

that nobody trusted him anymore.

He resigned.

If Jimmy would have just
patted these guys down

a little better, or if that gun
just fell one inch

in the other direction,

his whole life is
different right now.

Flack.

Okay. Thanks.

What do you got?

We got the helicopter.

Vic is definitely
one of our robbers.

No I.D., but the LED's
are still attached to his shirt.

I'm guessing that bullet in
his arm came

from Melvin's gun.

Hey, there was sand
at the crime scene.

Any connection to the beach?

The sand at the penthouse was
concrete-grade.

There were two bags, right?

'Cause there's a strap
by itself.

Looks like one's missing.

This looks similar to the strap
on the bloody one.

Must've ripped off.

So our guy bleeds out

while his accomplices make
their escape.

I count one

other gunman and
the helicopter pilot.

They leave him here.

Where'd they go?

I say we follow the money.

It's a microchip.

Technically, a nanochip
tracking device.

Except it's teeny-tiny.

Yeah, I found it

in the stitching of
the bag we recovered.

Two bags, two chips.
We got one bag.

Can we trace the other?

If there's another chip

on the same signal,
we can find it.

We just have
to reverse engineer the signal.

Carson didn't mention planting
a device like that in his safe.

This is high-tech
equipment

consistent with the LED's
the robbers wore.

They could have put
the nanochips in

the bags themselves.

In case they got separated,

make sure no one tries
a double cross.

I got the signal.

Whoa, wait a second.
That's weird.

Where is it?

It's here.

You mean here in the city?

I mean, right here
in this building.

Mac, Hawkes, I'm not sure

who you're here for.

Been a busy morning

with your body from last night

and the one from
the helicopter.

Uh, went for coffee,
came back to find

this John Doe waiting for me.

Found in an alley in Midtown.

Looks like
a mugging gone wrong.

And they say violent crime
is on a decline.

Sid, hand me a magnifier.
Sure.

Uh, what are we looking for?

It's a nanochip about the size
of a grain of rice.

Okay.

Wait a minute.

We got it.

But who the hell is he?

Mac, hey, just got back
from Ballistics.

The bullet that we pulled
from the dead robber

in the helicopter is a match
to Melvin's gun.

There's no surprise there.

We got another hit on
Melvin's gun in IBIS, too.

It was used in the killing
of a rival drug dealer,

Little Pete, two days ago.

We also got a positive I.D. from
our dead robber's fingerprints.

Guy named Logan Peele.

Heist man from California.

Whew, it's quite a resumé.

Yeah, he's pretty hardcore
and high-tech.

He robbed a bank
a couple years ago,

and used some kind
of computer virus

to shut down
the security system.

Also shot an employee
on his way out.

You pull sheets on
known accomplices?

Yeah, I did.

These are hardened,

experienced career criminals.

Doesn't fit.

What doesn't?

That kid down in Autopsy.

Whoever he is,
the way he's dressed,

he's not one of these guys.

No wallet, no I.D.

The only thing linking
this John Doe

to our robbery is
that tracking device

we got off the
bottom of his shoe.

We may not know who he is,

but we do know how he died.

Single gunshot wound
to the head.

Appears to be
a close-range.

What about the bruising
on the face?

It looks like he
was in a fight.

If so, it was
one-sided.

There's no sign
of defensive wounds.

Maybe he couldn't
defend himself.

Take a look at this linear
incise cut on his throat.

Could be from a knife?
Mm-hmm.

Hey, Sid, there's
something inside this cut.

Yeah!

Let's see here...

Got it.

Seems cellular in nature.

Morphology consistent
with epithelium.

This poor boy was beaten,
cut and shot.

Does it seem at all extreme

for a simple street mugging?

What do you wish for?

You know, when you see
a shooting star

or you find an eyelash?

Or you, say,

toss a Penny into a fountain?

For my kids
to be all right, of course.

For Alabama to win

another BCS championship.

Very good ones.
But most people wish for money.

I'm wishing there was
a point here.

I processed
the John Doe's clothing.

I found what appeared to be
splash patterns

all over shirt and his pants.

I found legionella bacteria
and filamentous algae...

Like you find in stagnant water.

Ran it through the XRF

and I found high levels of zinc
and copper.

Properties
that make up a Penny.

He made a wish.

And the duffel bag
fell out of the sky.

The robbers must have dropped
the second bag.

That explains the torn strap

we found in
the abandoned helicopter.

And somehow
the tracking chip got stuck

on the tread of John Doe's shoe.

The robbers could have followed
the signal, killed our John Doe

and then gotten their gems back.

$5 million worth of gems
just fall in this guy's lap.

And there he is, thinking it's
the luckiest day of his life.

Turns out to be anything but.

Hey.
Hey, bud.

How's Jimmy Belson doing?

He's gonna be all right.

Docs patched him up pretty good.

Mmm, nice. Hey, look, I took
a closer look at the sand

that we found on the floor
of Carson's penthouse.

Put it under the scanning
electron microscope,

and I found trace of lead,
barium and antimony.

Gunshot residue.

What's GSR doing in the sand

that wasn't anywhere near
the gunfire?

Check it out... got a match
on your tires.

"Supra Quadtreads."

That's about as common
as they come.

Well, that's all right,

'cause I found what looks like
pollen particles in the treads.

This may be able to lead us
to our two remaining thieves.

Got a lot of evidence,
and not a lot of answers.

Stay positive.

What would you do?

What would I do what?

If you found millions of
dollars of gems in the street?

Give 'em back.

Oh, come on, guy.

You wouldn't keep some?

Why, would you?

No, no, I...
I'd give 'em back.

Mostly... I mean...

maybe keep one or two.
Know what happens

to people that take things that
don't belong to them, right?

No. Other people
are getting hurt.

Doc! Come here, we got
an ethical debate

going on, and Adam is
failing miserably.

What do you do
if you come across

a fortune of precious gems that
don't belong to you?

I'd give them to the guy with
the knife to my throat.

I got a hit in CODIS on the
epithelials from our John Doe's

knife wound... most likely from
our suspect's fingernails.

Say hello to Arnold Vonley.

Nice.

Got any bad habits, Arnold?

For instance,
I crack my knuckles.

It used to drive my mom nuts.

Some people pick their nose,

chew with their mouths open,

use a pen knife to clean
their fingernails in public.

So what?
That's a crime now?

No, Arnold, that's not a crime.

It's disgusting,
but it's not a crime.

Unless, of course, you use that
same pen knife to mug someone.

That's not my knife.
It was in your pocket when we picked you up.

I'm holding it for a friend.
It's got your DNA all over it.

Along with your victim's.

What victim?
Scrawny kid.

20's.
Holding a duffel bag.

No?

Let me jar your memory.

He's dead?

Very observant, Arnold.

Now, why don't you tell me
where you stashed the gun?

Now, now, now, hold the phone.
He was alive when I left him.

So you do know him!
Kid comes walking

out of the park maybe 8:30
last night, all alone.

Wallet and watch. Now!

Okay, okay...

He was breathi"
just fine when I left.

If he got himself shot,
that's not on me.

What about the bag?

Man, I'm a specialist.

Strictly cash and jewelry only.

I'm not risking my life
for some sweaty gym socks.

How much did you get away with?

20 bucks. Plus the watch.

Probably like 80 bucks, total.

I'm gonna be honest
with you, Arnold.

You're probably the dumbest
mugger I've ever met.

Why? What was in the bag?

Five million dollars.

Those were some valuable
gym socks.

No way Arnold did it.
He's strictly small time.

Muggings. Petty theft.
So he robs

our John Doe and leaves behind
a bag worth five mil.

Yep, I guarantee you he will regret
that decision for a very long time.

I'm guessing Arnold didn't keep
our Vic's I.D.

No, tossed in a Dumpster.

So, we still got two
robbers out there

who already killed once
to get those gems.

Smart money says
they tracked our Vic

using the nanochip
and killed again.

Yeah. Thanks a lot.
Yep.

Can I help you?

Jenny Harper.

I need to report
a missing person.

My boyfriend.

Heath Kirkfield.
Okay.

You think something might
have happened to him?

He was coming here this morning
to turn in a bag that he found.

Do you have a picture of Heath?

Why don't you have a seat?

Here's some water.

I was calling Heath all morning.

And he didn't answer.

I kept telling myself
not to worry,

that he was fine.

But I knew.

I just knew...

Then I... then I got this.

It came from his number.
Went straight to voicemail.

Do you mind if I take your phone and
have the lab analyze that message?

He was just going
a couple blocks.

To the police precinct,
for God sakes.

And you're telling me

that he had the duffel bag
on him when he left?

He was going to return it.

He ever mention to you
how he got it?

Heath's a busboy at Lucy's.

He'd always walk through
the park on his way home.

He'd make a wish
at this fountain.

Last night, he said
his wish came true.

How much is it?

I don't know...
feels like millions.

Give me your hand...

It's beautiful.

Hey, what'd I tell you, huh?

That if we worked hard, our
luck was bound to change.

Wait, you want to keep it?

Look, we can pay off
our student loans.

Hey, and our credit cards.

We can... we can
quit our jobs.

We can finally have a real life.

Heath...

we gotta turn it in.

Yeah, I know.

It was fun to dream,
though, right?

Wait, you don't
blame him, right?

'Cause he wanted to keep it?

I think he was very lucky
that he had a girlfriend

who pointed him
in the right direction.

Yeah,
that direction got him killed.

The men who stole those gems

placed a tracking device
on them.

So they were probably tracking
Heath's movements.

The fact that he was bringing
them to us didn't save his life,

but it might've saved yours.

Bad connection?

That's what I thought at first.

But you can make out some
ambient sounds, as well.

It's got all the auditory
markers of an ass dial.

You know, when your phone's
in your back pocket,

and you make a call that you
don't even know you're making.

For instance, okay... my ass
dialed my girlfriend once

when I was out at a
bar with some friends.

Left, like, a 15-minute
message, you know.

I mean, it would've
been really funny,

except we were talking about
her the whole time, and...

That's how she became
your ex-girlfriend?

Well... Yeah.

Clear out the ambient sound,
see if there's anything

useful underneath, and call
me when you got something.

With your fingers,
not your ass.

Hey, I got something
on the particles I found

in the tire treads
from our getaway car.

I figured it was some
kind of pollen.

It's not pollen?
Actually, it is. It's a lot of pollen.

15 different varieties.

Hmm, Parrot Flower,

Lithops, Voodoo Lily,
Cape Sundew...

None of these
are native to New York.

Right, they all require
special care and maintenance.

Only a couple nurseries in the
city handle these varieties.

And one of them...

is a few miles from where we
found the helicopter.

NYPD.

Put your hands on the dash,
where I can see 'em.

You hear me?!

Put your damn hands on the dash,
where I can see 'em, now!

So much for a clean getaway.

So, here's our last two thieves.

The pilot and the second gunman.
Both shot execution style.

No sign of the missing gems.

They're in full rigor.

They've been dead for
at least 12 hours.

Right, and Heath was
killed eight hours ago,

so there's no way they're
responsible for his death.

So who are they?

Ted and Paul Kendricks.
They're brothers.

They were arrested a few
years ago for trying to rob

an ATM cash warehouse and
use a plane as a getaway car.

They served two years.

Just two years?
How's that happen?

Well, their lawyer
was Roland Carson.

What a coincidence.
Right.

And we also ran ballistics

on the bullets we pulled
from these two and Heath.

All three were shot
with the same gun.

Okay, so whoever killed Heath

killed the Kendricks brothers
as well.

We got a hit on IBIS.
It's a Sig Sauer P226.

Guess who it belongs to.

You, uh...

you recognize anyone?

Should I?

They're the men who broke into
your apartment last night.

They're also former
clients of yours.

You care to explain that?

I've defended a lot of
criminals, Detective.

It's my job.

That's not an answer.

I don't know
what else to tell you.

Maybe you should
ask one of them.

They're a little bit
dead right now.

Killed with a handgun
registered to you.

I have clients coming in and out
of my apartment

all hours of the day,
as you know.

Any one of them could have
walked away with that gun.

Already preparing
your defense theory?

A little fanciful, even for you.

You think I set up the robbery?

Hired former clients to have

my own apartment broken into,
my bodyguard shot,

and millions stolen
from another client,

then murdered my former clients

with a gun that's easily traced
back to me?

That's what I call fanciful.

I'm not hearing a denial.

This must be the highlight of
your career, Detective...

going after me.

It's not even
an honorable mention.

You got a vendetta against me?

Did I embarrass you
on the stand one time?

I'm just looking
at the evidence.

And right now,
it doesn't look good for you.

I mentioned that the guy
who rightfully owns those gems

would slit my throat
if they're not returned.

You said something about it.

So why would I risk my life
for a few bucks?

I charge more an hour
than you make in a week.

As an errand boy
for drug dealers and thieves.

Maybe you got sick
of carrying their water.

You seem to have
made up your mind.

You gonna read me my rights?

Offer me a phone call?

I assume you'll want
to call your lawyer.

I don't need to.

But you will.

Because if you come after me,

I will hit you
and your department

with a malicious prosecution
suit that'll spin your head.

I'm still not hearing a denial.

What's up, Doc?
Hey.

I got the bullet
those E.R. doctors

pulled out of
your buddy Belson.

Thing is,
it's deformed in a way

that's inconsistent
with his injury.

He wasn't wearing any kind of

body armor that
you know of, was he?

No way; nearly severed
his intestine.

I'm heading to the hospital now,
hoping he'll shed some light

on what this Carson's
been up to.

Yeah? You think he'll
tell you what he knows?

On the inside,
Jimmy's still a cop.

If he finds out that Carson
tried to have him shot

to rob his own penthouse,
he'll tell us what he knows.

And after everything's
said and done,

maybe we can get this bullet
back to him as a souvenir.

Mac, I think I figured out

why we found GSR in the sand
pile at Carson's penthouse.

Now, this is the bullet
that shot Belson.

He said that he was
heading to the doorway

when the robbers entered
and shot him in the stomach.

The bullet's deformed
on both sides.

Means it was tumbling
when it hit Belson.

Now, a flight of a bullet
is nose first

until it's made contact.

Wouldn't tumble unless there was

an intermediary target
between it and the victim.

Like a sandbag.

Now, Belson had access
to all of Carson's clients,

his gun, security weaknesses...

Best way to avoid suspicion is
getting wounded in the robbery.

Belson staged his own shooting.

According to the surgeon
who treated Belson,

the bullet missed
hitting any major organ,

but it did graze the intestine.

He must have checked
himself out of the hospital

right after Danny
came to see him.

Met up with the Kendricks
brothers, killed them,

then tracked Heath down.

That's a lot of activity
for someone

who just had abdominal surgery.

He's going to need
medical attention soon.

Well, he's got
five million reasons

to play through the pain.

I've notified all the hospitals
in the tristate area.

I have officers posted
at his apartment.

Assuming he got the bag of gems
from Heath, he's not going home.

Well, if we can't catch him
in the New York area,

maybe we can trace
where he's going.

I've had his computer
brought from his apartment.

We'll start searching
its history,

see what we come up with.

Good. Do it.

Wow. I don't know what
to tell you, boss.

Should've posted an officer

outside of Jimmy's room,
I guess, but I didn't think.

None of us did, Danny.

Walk with me.

I mean, if the evidence wasn't
staring me right in the face,

I wouldn't believe it.

Robbery's bad enough,
but triple murder?

Never know
what a man is capable of.

Even old friends.

Yeah. Jimmy was
a good guy.

I mean, I don't know.

How does one turn of bad
luck change all that?

No, Belson made the choice
to go down this road.

Luck has nothing to do with it.

I got it, I got it, I got it!

I got it!

You got, you got what?

The voice mail on Jenny's phone.

So Heath was leaving a message.

Yes. Well, no, no.

But y-yes.

Adam.

He didn't leave a message,
but there was a message left.

Just, uh, just come with me.

I was able to isolate
the background frequencies

and drop out
the atmospheric sound.

Left me with these voices.

Where is it?

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

Wrong answer!

No, please, wait, wait!

That's it.

He says "Where is it?"

Does he mean the duffel bag?

But Heath had the bag with him.

Heath's cell phone wasn't
with his personal possessions

when his body was brought in.

Could've dropped it
in the struggle.

Pull up Heath's
crime scene photos.

Stop there.

That's it.

There's a void
in the blood pattern.

Belson killed Heath,

took the duffel bag,
then took his phone.

We got to track that phone.

I'm all over it.

A phone is not just

a phone anymore.

It's got your whole life in it.

What else could Belson
possibly want from Heath?

All right.

Got a signal, guys.

That's Midtown.

Just a few blocks
from where Heath was killed.

I know why Belson
wanted the phone.

He was looking
for Heath's address.

But why?
He got all the jewels back.

Maybe not.

He's on the move.

Heath, we gotta turn it in.

Yeah, I know.

It's fun to dream,
though, right?

Who's there?

Hello?

Oh, my God!

Put down the gun, Jimmy.
Put it down.

Ms. Harper,
stay inside your apartment.

Would you believe that
this isn't what it looks like?

Not in the mood
for your jokes, buddy.

Put it down.

What are you gonna do, huh?

Gonna shoot me
in the back, Danny?

And not think twice about it,
buddy, if it comes to it.

So just lower the gun.

Okay, look, man,
I think that this may have

gotten a little out of hand.

No, no, what I think is

you ended up spending
too much time with that Carson

and the criminals
that he represents.

Started thinking you can get
away with too much, that's all.

You know what, you have no idea
what I've been through, okay?

You have no idea.

Losing my life,
losing my family, huh?

Taking crap from Carson
for all these years.

What, what, you think that
justifies five dead bodies?

You ever think about
that night, man, huh?

You ever think about
what it would've

been like if you would've

patted those guys
down instead of me?

If you would've been the guy

with the flashlight
in the backseat?

And don't you even
pretend that you would've

seen that gun
any better than me.

Doesn't matter, Jimmy.

Now, put the damn gun down
or I will shoot you.

I'm sorry, Danny.

Yeah, you're sorry?

Screw you!

I got it, Flack.
Thank you.

You're sorry...

Miss Harper,
it's Detective Flack, NYPD.

Is everything okay?

It is now.

Can I have the gems back now?

My client would like
to take possession.

They're evidence now. Sorry.

What the hell am I
supposed to tell my client?

Well, you're a persuasive guy.

Persuade them not to kill you.

You're enjoying this, Detective.

Can I at least make sure
it's all accounted for?

Be my guest.

Wait... where's the ring?

Diamonds, emeralds.

It's an heirloom.

It's worth a million
at least, Detective.

What you see is what we found
in the trunk of Belson's car.

Can't be.

Maybe Belson kept it
with him somehow.

Ah, they usually check prisoners
for heirlooms at Rikers.

It's the most important
piece here.

Mr. Carson, these gems have
been all over the city,

in and out of many hands.

The ring could've
gotten lost anywhere.

That's not good enough,
Detective.

Sue me.

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