All language subtitles for Homicide s05e12 Betrayal.eng

Did you know that the first refrigerator
was invented in Baltimore? 1803.

How we gonna find the crime scene?
L-95 past Keith Avenue exit.

- That could be anywhere.
- The first formula for BromoSeltzer.

The first liquorice.

Whoever took down these directions
is an idiot.

- I took them down.
- I know.

Just drive straight ahead, Frank.

The City of Firsts is 200 years old
this year. It's a bicentenary.

- Pretty exciting, isn't it?
- Not for me, I'm from New York.

We've been 200 an awfully long time.

Just keep it moving.

It wouldn't kill you to show some
enthusiasm, smile once in a while.

I don't smile on cue. I'm not a smiler,
or a hugger or a sensitive guy.

- That's you, not me.
- People can change, Frank.

- What have we got?
- A State Trooper found a body.

No identification.

She's about 12-13 years old.
She's been dead several hours.

- Cause?
- Some bruising, welts.

No obvious cause of death.

No bullet holes, no knife wounds,
no evidence of strangulation.

Is this a possible hit-and-run?

There was no haemorrhaging around
the eyes or the ears or the nose,

so she probably wasn't hit by a car, but
I can't rule it out till I get her on my table.

You and me, Frank,
we got all the luck, huh?

Dead child, murdered little girl.

Call Bayliss and Pembleton,
they got lots of experience.

Can I have the body?

Yeah. Yeah.

- You're gonna be OK with this?
- Yeah, why wouldn't I be?

People do not change. Especially you.

And do me a favour.
Keep your sister out of my bar!

- Excuse me, sir.
- What?

- I'm looking for Missing Persons.
- They're the hardest to find.

- Pardon me?
- Missing Persons?

Go through this door, then first left
and then the first right, OK?

Missing Persons. How does that term
end up in the police lexicon?

- Who decides these things?
- What's wrong with Missing Persons?

If you're missing,
you know where you are.

You're only missing according
to someone else's point of view.

Unless, of course, you're missing
the person that was missing you.

- What?
- I'm leaving now and I won't be missing.

I'll be gone and that's
from anybody's point of view.

- Where you goin'?
- Interview a potential roommate.

Finding an apartment
is worse than dating.

This is how our little Janey Doe died.

Asphyxiation as a result
of a pneumothorax.

A broken rib punctured her lung.

Broken rib caused by what?

From the bruising,
I'd say a severe blow to the chest.

Either hit with a blunt object or kicked.

- Someone kicked her in the chest?
- No, it's how she died, but there's more.

See here? Another rib fracture.
That's at least three or four months old.

- What else?
- We also have...

...bruises in various stages of healing.

Scarring from contusions.

Then we have the welts.

From a square metal object,
my guess, a belt buckle.

I counted 26 of them on her legs,
buttocks, back and face.

If we find this belt,
can you make a match?

If there's blood on the buckle, definitely.

So what's your official ruling?

Cause, severe blunt trauma.
Manner, homicide.

Someone used this little girl
as a punching bag.

She was abused to death.

OK. Thanks.

The Grand Jury convenes at 1:00,
I don't know when they'll call you,

but you have to be at the Federal
Courthouse waiting and ready.

Monica, I have been under suspicion
of taking bribes since October.

I've been sitting at a desk for four
months. I'm definitely waiting and ready.

Your testimony will be very simple.

No matter what the US Attorney asks,
what is your response?

I assert my right
against self-incrimination

as guaranteed
under the Fifth Amendment.

Thank you. That's it. You're ready.

I'm ready to not incriminate myself
for a crime that I didn't commit.

Monica, when do I get to stand up
and say that I'm innocent?

You asserted your innocence
when you didn't cop a plea.

You found the girl on l-95?
Where, exactly?

Oh, just past er... Keith Avenue.

Got a call earlier. Anonymous tipster
saw your body gettin' dumped on l-95.

- You got a description?
- It was a couple, a man and a woman.

No distinguishing characteristics,
no description of the vehicle.

- You haven't identified the girl?
- No. She was beaten to death.

There's evidence of long-term abuse.

- Check Missing Persons.
- OK.

Whoever killed her didn't care
about her when she was alive.

They're not gonna care
that she's missing.

You're assuming that
whoever abused her also killed her.

- That may not be true.
- Come on, Gee.

We know what the truth is here.

We have a dead little girl.
That's all we know.

The next step is to find out who she is.

I think it's a bad idea to have Bayliss
as the primary on this case.

You can't take the case away from him.

You know, he's had a bad history
with murdered children.

I don't want that interfering
with this investigation.

- It won't.
- How can you be so sure?

I know my partner. I trust him.
We're gonna put this case down.

He trusts his partner?

The forgiving Frank Pembleton?

You're early.

The Grand Jury doesn't gear up
until after lunch.

That's not why I'm here.

Hmm... let me guess.

You came to see Mitch Roland
sentenced.

See him get what he deserves.

He won't get what he deserves,
with the sweetheart deal you made.

This deal stinks.

But since the Sentencing Commission
isn't interested in what judges think,

I'm obligated to hand down the sentence
in accordance with guidelines.

For this defendant, a level-13 offence
carries a maximum of 18 months.

Mitch Roland, you are sentenced
to serve 18 months in prison.

Terrific work. You guys are the best.
Expensive, though!

OK, I appreciate that. Thanks.

NCIC's got a 12-year-old
that fits our Janey Doe.

Tanya Thomson. Her mum
reported her missing this morning.

Hands up!

- Where are we going?
- Gardenview!

Gardenview...

6115 Gardenview.

- Lynette Thomson?
- Yes?

Detectives Pembleton and Bayliss.

- You... you found Tanya?
- May we come in?

I don't know whether to be glad or mad.

She's always worrying me, that girl.

Always running off somewhere.
Is she waiting in the car?

- When I see her, I'll give her a...
- Give her a what?

- A hug.
- This girl may not be your daughter.

- But I thought you said...
- I'm sorry.

The girl we found...

- This girl is... this girl is dead.
- What?

We're gonna need you to come down
to the Medical Examiner's office.

I have to get my coat.

City-Poly game, 1975.

Does this trophy... does this trophy
belong to your husband?

No, that's Nelson's.

Nelson Henson, that's my fiancé.

Does Nelson live here?

Yeah, for the past year and a half.

So...

- Is that your daughter?
- Is that the girl you found?

My little girl...

- No!
- It's OK, come with me now.

How did this happen?

Well, we were hoping
that you could tell us.

- What?
- Your daughter was beaten to death.

We, er...

We also found evidence
of past abuse on her body,

bruises, contusions, broken ribs,
old fractures that didn't heal.

Somebody did this to her.
Some... monster hurt my child.

Cut the crap. You know exactly
what happened to your daughter.

- Don't you?
- Come on, man.

He can't talk to me like that.
He's gonna stand there and accuse me?

My partner is very upset
by Tanya's death. We're all upset.

We wanna find out who killed her.

- You want to find that out too, right?
- Yes.

We need your help. Would you
come down to Headquarters with us?

Please.

What did the mother say?
Did she confess to the abuse?

According to her,
she's up for the parent of the year.

She has no idea why her daughter had
26 imprints of a belt buckle on her body.

I'm gonna get a warrant
to search the apartment.

- We're gonna look for the belt.
- No, you two stay on the mother.

Howard, take Munch
and go to the apartment.

Interview the neighbours,
Tanya's teacher.

All right.
The girl had a history of abuse.

I'll check with Social Services
if a case worker went to the house.

What about Thomson's boyfriend,
the fiancé, whatever?

Nelson Henson,
he works at Drucker on Dundalk.

You want me to invite Mr Henson
down to Police Headquarters?

Yeah, we'll interview both Thomson
and Henson and play 'em off each other.

- Hm-mm...
- What?

- Didn't say a word.
- You got something to say, say it.

You want to get in your own way,
you're gonna lose this case.

You jump on Lynette Thomson
and she'll call for a lawyer.

I won't let it go that far.

Like you did this morning
at the morgue?

I tried something.
I got my own way of workin' this case.

- You don't respect that.
- Fine, please, work this case.

- Well, this isn't about Adena Watson.
- Oh... oh... OK.

It's got to be the fiancé, Henson.

Even if she wasn't directly responsible,
she'd know, and she let it happen.

So let's just soft-pedal the mother
into giving up the boyfriend.

We nail him for murder,
we tie her in as an accessory if we can.

And if we can't?

Then she has to live with the fact
she let her own daughter die.

- That's just not punishment enough.
- Her punishment is not up to you.

You don't have to tell me
the boundaries of my job, Frank.

I know what my job is and that's to go
into that Box and get a confession.

- Hey.
- Hi, Kellerman.

- I had fun the other night.
- Yeah, me, too.

So today's the big day?

You get to clear your name,
be a cop again.

Well, if the Grand Jury doesn't indict me.

They won't, not when they hear
your side of the story.

They're not gonna hear it.
I'm taking the Fifth.

I don't understand. What about
those other detectives in Arson?

- Won't they testify against you?
- No.

Puttin' away another cop for something
he didn't do, they're not gonna do that.

If it's just Roland putting you in,
why not testify?

So I tell the Grand Jury that I knew that
three detectives in my unit were dirty?

I'm gonna get brought up on charges
for failing to report the graft.

If I manage to keep my badge after that,
I gotta walk back in this building.

Everyone's gonna look at me
and know that I gave up other cops.

- No one would blame you.
- Yeah, they would.

I gotta take the Fifth.

I'll come down to the courthouse
and give you some moral support.

Nah, I'll be fine.

I'll see you later?

Take the closet, I'll take the drawers.

- He certainly has a lot of belts.
- Bring 'em all.

Maybe we'll get lucky and one of 'em
will match the welts on Tanya's body.

How long have you known
Lynette and her daughter?

Huh?

How long have you known
Lynette and her daughter?

They've lived right next door
for about two years.

You ever see any bruises on Tanya?

Bruises?

I never heard anything.

Until last night.

What happened last night?

I could hear Tanya crying
and saying, "Stop it. Please, stop."

Stop that!

- Why didn't you call the police?
- Cos I don't have a phone.

- Why didn't you walk to a pay phone?
- A pay phone in this neighbourhood?

- What can you tell us, Mr Henson?
- Tanya didn't come home last night.

Her mother called the police
and that's all I know.

Tanya was murdered last night.
We're trying to find who her killer was.

Well, I don't know anything.
Ask her mother.

Tanya was like a daughter to me.

That's what we thought. So you can
come with us and talk about it.

- Hey.
- All righty, let's go.

Your daughter was expected home
at 3:30pm yesterday,

and you didn't report her missing
until 9:00 this morning.

I thought she was gonna come home.

- Where was your fiancé last night?
- He was home with me.

Nelson was worried about Tanya, too.

We're not gonna talk about the fiancé
right now. We're gonna talk about you.

Were you ever angry at your daughter?

No, I mean...

You said before that you didn't know
whether to be mad or glad,

that she was always worrying you
being out with her friends.

I love my daughter.

She was out with her friends,
late coming home from school.

You were worried sick.

So when she got home,
you had to discipline her.

- No.
- For her own good.

Now, listen to me now.
I don't blame you.

- The child has to be disciplined.
- I didn't hit her!

In fact, it was her own fault
that she made you angry, right?

- Angry enough to kick her in the ribs.
- Oh, no.

- Angry enough to break a rib.
- Oh, no. Please, I...

That's what she was saying, wasn't it?
"Please. Don't hurt me any more.

"Please, make it stop."
But you see, you didn't hear her.

You didn't listen to her
begging for you to stop

and to let her be heard
and to let her alone, right?

- No, wait! Oh, please.
- You kept hitting her with that belt.

- You were supposed to help her!
- Why can't you make him stop?

You were the one! You were supposed
to protect your daughter!

- Leave me alone!
- But you didn't protect her.

I'm not through with her.

She won't answer any more questions.
This is over.

We brought in Nelson Henson.
He's in the small interrogation room.

Great. Did you... find the belt?

We brought ten. They're at the ME's.
We're trying match 'em to the welts.

Susan Winslow's
in the coffee room for you.

- Susan Winslow?
- Child Protective Services.

She was the case worker
assigned to Tanya.

You knew about the abuse?

Well, I didn't know anything for sure.

A teacher from Tanya's school
contacted us in October.

She said Tanya had burn marks.

- You went to the house?
- Mm-hm.

Lynette Thomson said her daughter
had had an accident on the stove.

Tanya verified that story.

And you believed them?

Well, not entirely,
but I didn't have any proof.

So I filed this initial report and planned
a follow-up visit three months later.

And when I got back,
Tanya seemed fine.

The Medical Examiner's Office reported
old bruises, healed broken bones.

Yes, but I could find nothing that would
indicate that that girl was at all at risk.

That girl is dead.
OK, she was very much at risk.

We'd like a statement from you.

You know something, I should charge
you as an accomplice to murder.

- Excuse me, but I came here to help.
- You're late! You're a little late!

- You don't need to be so aggressive.
- What am I supposed to do?

- Thank you for coming down here...
- Yes!

...so you can get Tanya's murder
off of your conscience?

If you'd been more aggressive
in your job, she wouldn't be dead.

If you had helped out
that little girl, lady!

We could've used her statement.
You gonna yell at everybody today?

I'm gonna get a confession out of her
if I have to reach into her throat

and bring it out with my bare hands!

Yeah, let's beat the truth out of her.

We'll worry about a coerced confession
standing up in court later.

Well, I... I imagine that you've got
a better, smarter idea, Frank.

What I'm saying is,

if you march in there,
spoutin' accusations, breathing fire,

she's gonna ask for a lawyer,
end of story.

I'm gonna let her cool down.

I'm gonna take a run
at the fiancé, Henson.

- Excellent, let's do that.
- No, no, I'm gonna do that myself.

Why is that?

Well, cos I feel that you and I
aren't working well together, Frank.

I wanna talk to him by myself.

Do you have good news for me
on the Thomson murder?

Did you get a confession
out of the mother?

Not yet.

- Did you get a match on the belt buckle?
- Not yet.

Is Bayliss maintaining his self-control?

Mm...

You've had Lynette Thomson
in the Box long enough.

If you don't get an admission of guilt
out of her soon,

I'm gonna have to cut her loose.

Now, you don't want that to happen,
do you, Frank?

- Mike.
- Jack.

I can't tell.

Do you think Goodman
testified against you?

He didn't.

- How can you be sure?
- Cos he looked me in the eye.

If he'd testified against me,
he wouldn't have been able to.

Can I leave now?

Soon, we'll just take a break.

I've told you everything I know
and I'm tired of talkin'.

I... I understand. I'm tired, too.

That's what I hate most about this job,
all the talk and all the questioning.

Sometimes I come in here
just to be alone with my thoughts.

A little peace and quiet.

I got arrangements to make, a funeral.

She's really dead.

I got a daughter myself.
I can't imagine losing her.

I... well, I think I...
Of course, I got a picture.

Hang on.

Look at her.

- Look at this.
- Yeah.

How old is she, eight, nine months old?

Nine months this week.

- That's a good age.
- Mm-hm.

- Why is that?
- It gets harder when they grow up.

- Once they get older, it's hard.
- It's tough now.

I mean, just the other day, she, er...

You know, she had a tantrum
and she just wouldn't stop crying,

and I... I was goin' out of my mind.

When babies cry like that,
it can get on your nerves.

Mm-hm. I didn't know what to do.

So, finally I got up and I...

I went to her room and I picked her up,

and I just... sh... sh... shook her,
just shook her real hard.

And she... and she shut right up...

then she... she laid there quiet.

But then... but then I got scared,
cos I began to realise that I...

I could... I could've hurt her.

I... I could... I could've hurt my daughter.

- You didn't mean to do it.
- No, no.

My wife, she can... she can put up
with all the fussin' and cryin', and...

I guess men and women
are just different that way.

We work hard. We need to relax
when we get home from work.

- Nelson works hard.
- Oh, yeah.

You know, that.

Not many men would take another
man's child and raise her like his own.

- Nelson's a good man.
- Oh, yeah. Yes, indeed.

He's a hard-working man.

He likes the house a certain way, just...

He needs peace and quiet
when he gets home. I know.

I can see that.

He didn't mean to do it.

He didn't mean to hurt your daughter?

The night before last,
I was fixing supper, er... spaghetti.

Tanya ran into the kitchen, knocked
the pot of spaghetti on the floor.

The sauce was everywhere.
It looked like blood, and...

She was always knockin' something
over, you know, making a mess.

She's young.
That's what kids do, but he...

He couldn't have that.

So he took off his belt.

He hit her with the belt,
then she fell on the floor and then he...

She was laying on the floor
and she couldn't get up.

So I picked her up and I took her to bed,

and I told him if we just let her sleep,
you know, she...

she'd be all right the next day
if she had a good night's sleep.

I went to...

I went to wake her up for school
the next day and she wasn't breathin'.

I got a mirror from the bathroom
and I held it to her mouth.

And there was...
there was no breath on the mirror.

I had to...

I had to keep my family together.

Tanya was dead.

There wasn't nothin'
I could do about that.

Nelson was my only family.

He's all I've got now so...

I couldn't tell anyone about Tanya.

I told you,

but I won't tell anybody else
what happened.

I won't.

- Rick?
- Mike.

- How'd it go in there?
- Fine.

Mike, you got nothing to worry about.

- Hey, Mike.
- Hey.

- Coffee?
- Thanks.

- You didn't have to come down here.
- Yeah, I know. It's not that far.

I thought you could use a little company,
maybe some coffee.

- How you doin'?
- OK.

So you want to get together
maybe later on tonight and celebrate?

- What if there's nothing to celebrate?
- Then we can commiserate.

True.

Or, if not tonight,
maybe some other night.

Yeah.

- What?
- Nothing.

No, it's not nothing. What?

Look, I've got a lot
on my mind right now.

Well, and so do I.

OK, but it just...

- Maybe it would be better.
- Absolutely.

What?

If we just didn't do this right now,
you and me.

OK. That's good, good plan.

Well, you don't have to wait around
till they call me in.

- You sure?
- They won't let you in the room anyway.

I'll just... I'll call you,
let you know what happens.

OK.

Good luck, OK?

Once more, Mr Henson. When you
came home from work last night

and Tanya was missing,
what did you do?

Can I see you, please?

I need to get some sleep
before my next shift.

- She gave it up.
- What are you talkin' about?

- She told us who killed her daughter.
- You talked to my suspect yourself?

Please, see the bigger picture here.

She told us who killed her daughter.
It was the fiancé, Henson.

He beat her to death.

- Well, did she give it all up?
- What?

- Did she sign a statement?
- No.

- Is she willing to testify against him?
- No.

We got a call
from the ME's office.

None of the belt buckles we found
matched the welts on the body.

Great. Now we got nothing
to use against this guy.

Except what she just told me.

OK... we need to put Henson
in the Observation Room

and let him look at Thomson
while we talk to him.

- We?
- Yeah, we.

Yeah, we tell him she testified against
him, see if he tries to save himself.

- OK, let's do it.
- OK.

Have a seat right here, Mr Henson.

Have a seat, please, Mr Henson!

Have a seat, please, Mr Henson.

I... I loved Tanya.

I'd never do nothin' to hurt her,

I hope what you're tellin' me,
Lynette'd never say that.

Lynette did have
a pretty convincing story,

how you got angry
with Tanya for spilling dinner,

how you hit her with your belt,
and how Tanya ended up dead.

Lynette would never say that about me.

It was a spaghetti dinner, Mr Henson.

If she didn't tell us, how would we know?

You're lyin' to me.
Cops lie about stuff like this all the time.

With Lynette's testimony,
you are going to get the death penalty.

- I don't believe you!
- Sit down, Mr Henson!

Lynette loves me.

Well,
she loved her daughter too.

Look what it got her. Hmm?

- I didn't do nothing.
- Sit down, Mr Henson.

Now, this is what I think.

You had a bad day in work.
You came home.

You wanted your dinner,
a little peace and quiet.

Tanya made a mess again.

- She spilt the spaghetti again.
- So you lost your temper.

So you take out your belt
and you whack her...

- You dunno what you're talkin' about.
...to teach her a lesson!

- Hey, you're wearing a belt right now?
- No.

- You're not? Lift up that jacket.
- No.

You lyin' to us?

You're gonna lie to our faces
about something as simple as a belt?

Maybe I am wearing a belt.
Just forgot about it, OK?

- So stand up.
- What?

- Let's see if you're wearin' the belt.
- This is crazy.

Stand up.

- Crazy ain't the word for it.
- Take that belt off, Mr Henson.

Come on.

- What's taking so long?
- You're up next.

They should be calling you any minute.

How's it going, Bobby?

Did we tell the truth, the whole truth
and nothin' but the...

- Why can't you look me in the eye?
- Mike!

I got a family.

I did what I had to.

That's all.

He testified against me.

The Grand Jurors are ready for you,
Detective Kellerman.

- Just wait a second.
- There's nothing to think about.

You're gonna go in there
and decline to testify.

Do you not get it?
OK, Connelly just put me in.

He just got up on that stand
and he said that I was dirty.

And you bought it, didn't you?
I mean, forget what's true.

We're all just names to you.

Let's not get into an argument.
This isn't the time.

Yeah, it is. Screw the Fifth.
I'm gonna testify.

I'm gonna give you every little detail.

When I'm finished ratting out
the rest of the Arson Unit,

I'm gonna be done as a cop.
But I don't care.

I don't care about anything,
except seeing if the truth really matters.

If the truth gets me indicted, fine.
You and I will go to trial.

I'll take the stand and give you as much
truth as you need to get me convicted.

I'm willing to give up the one thing
that I really believe means something...

...being a good cop.

I used to think that was enough.

Come on. Let's do it.

Well, Dr Cox? Is this the belt buckle
that Tanya Thomson was beaten with?

Could be.
Right size, right configuration.

We'll get a match?

A match beyond the ability of a defence
attorney's hired expert to disprove, no.

But this could definitely
be the buckle that made this mark.

All right.
Well, that's good enough for me.

- And for the State's Attorney?
- It's not good enough.

- What do you need, Maggie?
- More than a belt buckle.

What about the anonymous tipster
who saw them dumping the body?

Bring him, her into court.
Otherwise it's meaningless.

We have the case worker's statement.

A neighbour testified hearing screams
the night Tanya was supposedly missing.

With no confession and each suspect
unwilling to implicate the other,

the case is circumstantial.

So you're gonna deal?
You're not even gonna take it to trial.

With this kind of evidence,
I'll take what I can get.

And before your assignment
to CID Homicide,

you were an investigator
in the Arson Unit, correct?

Yes.

In that time, did you have cause
to investigate fires by properties

owned by R & R Realty
or Mitchell or Matthew Roland?

Yes.

And did you determine that
any of those fires were arsons?

They were all set fires.

And did you ever charge the Rolands
in connection with any fires?

- No.
- Why not?

They were better at burning things
than I was at police work.

Did you ever take money from
the Rolands or anyone in their employ?

No, I did not.

- Next question?
- Nothing further.

- What do you mean?
- I mean nothing further.

You're excused, Detective.

Congratulations, Detective.

It's one thing the Grand Jury didn't indict.

They took my word
over Roland and Connelly.

- Have a little faith in the system.
- No, what I wanna know is why.

- Why what?
- You had me right there.

I was gonna give you Roland
and Connelly and Goodman and Pires.

- I was gonna give you all of them.
- I have all of them.

Why'd you let me walk?

Why didn't you ask me
about the other detectives?

What you said earlier.

How much being a cop meant to you,

how you were willing to give that up.

I've never understood why a good cop
can't just tell the truth about a bad one,

but, again, I'm a lawyer,
not a fraternal brother.

I don't have to understand it.
I just have to know that it's true.

What are you saying?

Go be a cop, Kellerman.

Manslaughter.

Manslaughter.

He'll do three years max.

- What about Thomson?
- Accessory, suspended sentence.

- She'll get 18 months' probation.
- Oh, man. They killed that little girl.

- Sorry, guys. The best we could do.
- OK, good night, Maggie.

Hey, where you goin'?

Goin' across the street,
wipe down the bar,

clean some glasses, see if I can do
somethin' constructive with my time,

cos I'm not doin' anything good here.

Detective.

Thank you for, er...
being so understanding.

I'm pregnant with Nelson's baby.

But you won't have
to worry about this child.

Tanya wasn't Nelson's real daughter,
but... this one...

This one's his. His...

There'll be no problems this time.

I...

I gotta go.

You take care of that baby girl
of yours, huh?

Hey, how you doin'?

Hey, Lewis. How you doin'?
Welcome back.

- How's your wife?
- She's great.

- You bring her back with you?
- No. Er... what'd I miss?

Kellerman got cleared.
They're across the street celebrating.

- All right, I'll head on over there.
- OK. Oh, and...

I got a new roommate.

- I'll wait for you in the car, JH.
- OK, thanks. Thanks a lot.

- That's your new roommate?
- Yup.

- You're kiddin' me.
- Nope.

She got a sister?

All right! Hey, hey! That's $500.

Hey, let's hear it for Mike Kellerman!

All right, Mike.

Hey, hey, hey!
Mikey's in the house.

How's it feel to have your name
in the clear again, Mike?

I thought my name
was always in the clear.

It was. With us.

Yeah, Mikey. We figured
you were innocent all along, right?

- No questions asked, right?
- That's right.

Yeah. No one asked how I cleared
my name without naming cops.

Come on, Mikey. Give it a rest, man.
You can put all this behind you now.

- You think?
- Yeah.

I was accused of being dirty.

Now I look at your faces,

and I realise I'm never gonna get
that stain off me.

There's always gonna be a little doubt.

Well, just for the record, I never took
any of Mitch Roland's money, OK?

But I guess I might as well have.

Come on... come on.

What do you want, Frank?

Make sure you're all right.

My, my, my, my.
Isn't that sensitive of you?

I know this case meant a lot to you,
that these murders...

...that they hit your heart.

Yeah, I'm pretty easy
to figure out, aren't I? Hm?

Transparent as... cellophane.

You know me so well.

Cos you're the smart one.
You know everything.

I mean, he... hell, I...
you're smarter than I am, Frank.

Everybody knows that.

You're feeling sorry for yourself
cos you lost the case?

Well, I've spent my entire life
tryin' not to feel sorry for myself.

Adena Watson, Janelle Parsons,

Tanya Thomson...

Every murdered child,
every abused child, I understand.

Because all those children are me.

Yeah, I know what that's all about.

You see, my...

...my uncle, my, er...

...my father's brother...

I was five years old,

and he would... follow me...
into the bathroom,

and, er... he would lock the door.

And, er... he would
take my hand in his, and...

When he was finished, you see,
he would... he would smile,

and he would tell me
what a good boy I was.

And, oh, yeah, "Ssh..." Right?

And this went on for years, years.

My parents, they...
they couldn't understand why...

...why I cried every holiday,

...every time there was
a family gathering.

So when I was eight years old,
I told my father what had been goin' on,

and it was a... struggle to get those...
those words out.

And he just...

he stared at me...

...and he asked me why I was lying.

And he was my father,
and he was supposed to protect me,

but he didn't, Frank!

For him, whatever was happening,
it was like an inconvenience.

You see... I wasn't real, Frank.
I wasn't a real person.

And he never saw me.

He never really looked at me, ever!

Tim, I'm sorry.

You're not a hugger.

I don't want your comfort.
That's not why I told you.

OK.

By the way,

I don't want to be partners
with you any more.

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