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[male announcer]
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.

[male deejay on radio]
Good morning, NYC.

This is Mack the Morning Man,

all the way live
from WBIB.

I'd like to send a shout out
to my man Apokalypto

who is up
for sentencing today.

About time.

Yo, Lypto!

[loud hip-hop music playing]

♪

Jacob!

Turn that noise down.

It's not noise.

You should listen to it.

School.
Let's go.

I'll see you downtown
later today, correct?

- Yup.
- Okay.

Surprise me, concentrate.

Jake!

Hey, what's up, man?

- How you doing, man?
- What's going on?

I can see that though.

Hey, what's up, man?

Listen, man, tonight
at your house, right?

Yeah, seriously, man,
he's out of town.

He's out of town.

[male bailiff]
Docket ending 094682.

People versus Calvin Lipscomb.

Judge Nicholas Fenner presiding.

I am now ready
to pronounce sentence.

Mr. Lipscomb.

You could have used your talent
to help the community,

but you chose not to.

I sentence you
to 5 to 15 years.

What? Hell, no, man!

You crazy, Judge?

Don't worry about it,
Lyp, we got your back!

I hope those who look up
to you

will realize that
if you wave a gun around,

it doesn't matter
how many gold records you have.

Clear the courtroom,
we're done.

You think this done,
Judge?

It ain't done!

[crowd murmuring]

[Ross]
Nicholas Fenner, Junior.

They shot a judge's son
in front of the courthouse.

Nah, I think
they dumped him.

He bled out somewhere else.

Anybody reach
Judge Fenner yet?

He's away for the weekend,
a legal conference in Chicago.

That's a call no father
wants to get.

Get the security
camera videos.

See if we can ID
the vehicle they used.

Ace of hearts?

It's pretty old school.

It's like when some
of our soldiers

would mark their kill
in Vietnam.

Or red,
code for the Bloods?

[Ross]
Sending a message.

After you see the ME,
find out if Judge Fenner

was working
a gang-related case.

[female ME]
No drugs.

Few drinks in him,
but nothing record-breaking

for a Saturday night.

Hard to believe he was 21.

He wasn't even shaving yet.

Hmm.

Shot right below the ear.

Maybe execution style.

No stippling,
so not close range.

And no ligature,
so he wasn't tied up.

But I found synthetic fibers
in the wound.

Hmm.

Like someone put a hood
over his head

before they shot him maybe.

Bullet's intact.

9-millimeter.

Glock?

Through the skull,
out the back of the head,

stuck in the scalp.

It happens.

He's supposed to be
in college in Maryland.

Has he ever been
in any trouble?

Sure, a little
after his mother died, but...

nothing that would lead
to this.

This is Judge Fenner.

Wheeler, you remember
Thomas Grady, his friend,

formerly
of the U.S. Attorney's Office.

I'm just here as a friend.

The boy is my godson.

That's not Nicholas.

That's my youngest, Jacob.

[crying]

[deep breath]

I drove Jacob home
from court Friday.

Then Thomas picked me up,
and we drove to JFK.

That was the last time...

[crying]

I don't remember
if I told him I loved him.

Do you know where your car
is now, Judge?

Where I left it,
in front of my house.

It might not be there anymore.

Judge, we found this
lying on Jacob's chest.

It's an old design,
we're trying to trace it.

Does it have
any meaning to you?

No.

You mentioned
you drove Jacob home from work.

Why was he there?

I was giving
a heavy sentence

to one of these rappers
he listens to,

um, Mr. Calvin Lipscombe,
aka Apokalypto.

[Logan]
You get any static
for that?

Mr. Lipscombe warned me
it wasn't over.

His friends yelled.

I didn't take it seriously.

Any of them see you
with Jacob?

They might have.

Do you know
where Jacob was last night?

He went to the movies
with my son Riordan

and a couple of friends.

I talked to him earlier
in the evening on the phone.

Everything was fine.

We're gonna want to have
a word with them.

You know where they are?

He and his friends
are up at Hunter skiing.

I tried to call him,
but, uh, cell phones

don't work
that well up there.

They'll be back
at school tomorrow.

Sorry you had to miss
some of those sessions

with your grief counselor.

That's all right.

You guys might actually do
something useful.

Riordan?

Your father says
that all of you were

at the movies
Saturday night?

What'd you see?

Borat.

I don't think that's
playing anymore, Colin.

Wanna try again?

All right.

We might've had a party
at Jacob's house.

You don't have to tell
my parents, though, do you?

Did it get out of control?

No, it kind of
broke up early.

Jacob was
in a weird mood.

Why do you think
that was, Daphne?

We had a misunderstanding.

He walked in
on Riordan and me.

We were just talking,
but he might've gotten

the wrong idea.

Why? Were the two of you
going out?

Well, in his mind, they were.

I mean, Jacob had kind of
an overactive imagination.

How about a temper?

Not usually.

He, uh, sort of went off,
and I tried to get him to chill.

But he just kicked us all out,

got in the car,
and drove off.

He got in the car, huh?

Whose car?

Jacob's dad's.

He only had
a learner's permit,

but he liked to take it
into Manhattan on weekends

when his dad went
out of town.

He had
his older brother's ID on him.

Any idea
where he was going with it?

There's a club
in the West 20s.

Not Spire.

[both]
Yeah.

[Wheeler]
You know him?

[Flaherty]
No, who is it?

It's the judge's son,
who was killed this weekend.

You're not blaming me
for this.

I don't serve underage.

Ask your task force,
they're in here every night.

Relax, Flaherty.

He had good ID,
it was his older brother's.

Then yeah.

Yeah, now that I'm looking,
you know.

I've seen him here
a few times.

When was the last time
he was here?

Friday. He was talking
to Twitch, the deejay.

Any idea what
that was about?

Well, there's a lot
of them here, so.

I thought it was collegial,
but, uh...

Twitch works with the guywho, uh,

that judge just sentenced.

Apokalypto.

Yeah, Apokalypto.

So that'll be
on your security video.

Yeah.

Are you sure
it was Friday night

and not Saturday night?

I know the difference
between Friday

and Saturday nights.

Saturday
is all bridge and tunnel.

They wear jackets like, uh,

like that leather thing
of yours.

Do yourself a favor, Flaherty,

and don't tell Twitch
we're looking for him.

You have my word.

That somehow
doesn't comfort me.

Uh, Wheeler...

I gotta ask you something.

Hey, it's private, Logan.

What?

You know a guy
named Johnny Wheeler?

Yeah.

Why?

Well, I was talking to someone
about the grief

you cops always give me,
and he asked me

if you were related.

He's my father.

Really?

That's a small world.

Who's asking about him?

Bobby Grey.

Has best Puerto Rican rum
in East Harlem.

He asked to send your old man
his regards.

Give him a call.

Wheeler.

What was that about?

Flaherty's rum man
says hello to my dad.

Your dad?

Didn't you say he...

Disappeared.
When I was ten.

What's he got to do
with Flaherty?

I don't know.

He was a lawyer,
worked in Midtown.

We lived in Armonk.

One day he took
the train in,

never came back.

Yep, that's you, Twitch,
talking to Jacob at Spire,

who's now dead.

All right,
so I talked to him.

He liked my mixes.

A lot of people do.

Sure it didn't have nothing
to do with

the, uh, judge sentencing
your friend, Lypto?

Hey, I didn't know anything
about that.

Hmm, we got witnesses
who put you

in the courtroom on Friday,
yelling at the judge.

That was just show.

I'm all right
with the time my man got.

Best thing
for his street cred.

You're happy Lypto
got sent away?

Tell you the truth,
I was kinda relieved.

He was freebasing lately.

Gettin' a little unstable
and hard to be around.

I can do my own music now.

So what were you talking about
on that tape?

He was apologizing.

He said he tried to school
his old man

about Lypto's talent.

Wanted me to know,
I guess.

This is Mr. Twyman's lawyer.

Detectives,
this conversation is over.

Hey, Maurice!

Who brought this thing
in here?

His nickname is Twitch.

He's got no priors.

I don't think he's got
the stomach

to kill a judge's son.

He also doesn't have
an alibi for Saturday night.

He started off by lying
about knowing Jacob

was the judge's son.

He's still in the mix.

Maybe not.
Ballistics report.

Turns out the bullet
that killed Jacob was fired

from a court officer's gun.

[sighs]

So you, uh, lost your gun
jumping in the river

Saturday night
trying to save

a homeless man
from drowning, huh?

It sounds like you're
the man of the hour.

Why wasn't it in
any of the newspapers?

I'm not looking
for any publicity.

So where is this guy
you saved?

Wandered off to get
some dry clothes.

Where do you think
he went?

Today's Man?

Gonna need your gun, Hector.

Like I said, it fell
in the river.

Remember how you
had to have it tested last year

after it misfired?

Ballistics kept an imprint
on the system.

Your gun fired a bullet
Saturday night.

[sighs]

All right.

It might not have gone down
exactly like I said.

We're listening.

I, uh, had
a little too much to drink

and I wound up, uh,
at 3:00 AM

at a pit bull fight
in Spanish Harlem.

Pit bull fight?

I'm getting in my car,
when this silver SUV

comes screeching up
alongside me.

And was this before or after
you rescued the homeless guy?

No, this is for real.

The guy in the backseat,

he pulls out his gun
gangsta style.

You know, he's yelling,
"Give it up, cracker!
Give it up!"

Cracker?

Who says that anymore?

How many of them
were there?

Four or five.

It was kinda hardto see.

Do you remember
if you had your gun out already?

No, I mean, after the guy
took a shot,

I pulled my gun,
it goes off.

Then they tore out.

I mean, I don't even know
if I hit anything.

Oh, yeah, you hit something,
all right.

Mr. D'Angelo is less than
a model civil servant.

The police called twice
to his home,

domestic disturbances,
a month in rehab

for having his gun
accidentally discharge

into a grill
at a family barbecue.

Last year, the judge
received death threats

after he ruled against
the court officer's union

in a contract dispute.

Hector used to be
a delegate.

Go rattle his cage
a little.

All right, listen,
if we're done,

I gotta pick up
my youngest at daycare.

[Wheeler]
It's Jacob Fenner.

The boy you shot.

I shot the judge's son?

Wasn't that the same judge
that ruled

against your union
last year?

He did?

Hector, this answering
a question

with a question thing,
it's not helping you.

We know you're
a union delegate.

I was pushing to get
that contract signed.

I mean, it's in the minutes.

So you're saying
that it's a coincidence

that your bullet ended up
in Jacob's head?

Maybe I've said
enough already.

Tell my union
I want my lawyer.

Hector's a liar.

Is it possible someone
really did try to carjack him?

Maybe.

He said four or five people
were in the SUV.

Based on the courthouse tapes,
when Jacob was dumped,

there had to be
at least two.

One was driving,
and one pushed the body.

Jacob was alone
in his father's Mercedes.

Coulda been carjacked,
and then the gang

tried for another.

Okay, if it was
a carjack,

the judge's car won't be
in one piece for very long.

I'll have auto theft
keep pushing the chop shops.

Two carjackings
and dumping a body.

Busy night.

Sprees like this
usually have a build.

They might've started
the night small.

Then there should be a pattern
on the incident reports

from Saturday night.

Hector says he was carjacked
in Spanish Harlem.

There.

Three attempted robberies
in a four-block radius.

And here, armed robbery
at a bodega,

3:00 AM
Saturday night.

Assailants left in an SUV.

How 'bout that?

That's it.

That's the car
they were driving,

the guys
that robbed my store.

What about a security tape?

It's broken.

My brother-in-law said
he was going to have it fixed.

All right, so how many
of them were there?

Two came in the store
around 3:00,

two others in the car.

Did you get a look
at them?

Black guys in ski masks, gloves.

Fired a shot into the wall
behind me.

How do you know
they were black

if they were wearing
ski masks?

Their voices.

And the way the one guy
held his gun.

We'll get CSU to take
that bullet out of the wall.

So what did they get?

$400 from my register.

Hey, did they take
anything else?

You know, lottery tickets,
cigarettes.[cell phone rings]

They took cookies
and malt liquor.

Okay.

Hey, get that fixed.

Yep.

Thank you.

Judge's car
just turned up.

Chop shop?

Where,
Brooklyn or Queens?

Brooklyn.

Any chance
you can cover for me?

Yeah, sure.

What's up?

I mean, if there's
a problem, I can--

No, no, no,
I'm fine.

[keys jangling]

Oh.

All right, so,
see you later?

Mm-hmm.
Thanks.

I didn't want to say
too much to Flaherty

because he's complicated,
you know?

But I just was wondering
if you were Johnny's girl.

I'm a little confused.

How did you know
my father?

Oh, well, he, uh,
he helped me out

with some legal matters.

That man knew his way around
the state liquor authority.

Uh, when did you
last see him?

Oy, it's...
20 years ago?

And after that we--
we kinda lost touch.

Man, what a good guy.

I used to call him
Tall Johnny.

He called me
Wide Bobby.

You, uh, you want a bottle
of Puerto Rican rum?

No. Thank you.

Was there something specific
that you wanted?

Nah, I just, uh, I just
was wondering

what happened to him.

I don't know.

Really?

God.

And you're a detective,
huh?

[laughs]
Yeah.

Your dad would've got
a kick out of that.

Yeah? How so?

Oh, uh,
he just woulda.

I mean, you know,
I didn't really know him

all that well.

I had more dealings
with his partner.

Venini?

Now, those two guys,
they were close.

Do you, uh,
do you know Venini?

Who brought it in?

A couple of gentlemen

I've done business with
in the past.

You know, lots of people
bring in their totals

for us to work on.

I wouldn't call this
a total.

Come on, will you?

Now, I'm one of
the good guys here.

I didn't have
to call this in.

Yeah.

But you're glad you did, right?

'Cause you really
don't wanna be involved

in a murder investigation, Maurice.

Good.

Now, I'm gonna want
the names of the guys

that brought this in, and I'm
gonna want their addresses.

What do you think,
I send them a 1099?

Maurice...

I'm not feeling
the love.

[softly]
Ah, Jesus.

All right.

Laurel, he's about yay tall.

He's got a port-wine stain
on his forehead.

And Hardy, he's fat.

He's got these bicycle clips
on his pants legs.

Bicycle clips?

Yeah.

[grunting]

Aah.

All right, I'm going,
I'm going.

Why's this going off?

What's this? Dude.

Look, dude!

[yelling]
Who is she?

Shh! Ah, no!

Man, let's go!

Open the door!

I can't open
the door!

Everything's stopped up.

I don't know how--
he must have--

There's gotta be a way.

Look, we didn't know
the kid was in the car.

All right, well, which kid
are we talking about here?

Are we talking
about the five-year-old

that you kidnapped
last night?

That was
a misfortunate circumstance!

Shut it.

I'm not done talking.

Or are you talking
about the teenager

that you dumped
out of this SUV on Saturday?

We--we've never seen
this car before.

Your fingerprints
were all over the car!

That's... grand theft auto,
kidnapping, murder.

That's 25 to life
times three?

[both]
Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Back up, back up... murder?

Yeah, murder.

There was blood all over

that backseat
from the teenager.

Did I mention that
he was a judge's son?

Hey, just--just look
at our rap sheet.

Okay, murder and kidnapping,
that's not who we are.

I'm telling you, that SUV
was empty when we found it.

Empty, huh?

Where?

It was around the corner
from this club

we were at,
place called Spire.

In Chelsea.

[sighs]

When was this?

It was Saturday night.

We were partyin'
with the ladies,

like, till the break
of dawn, okay?

And then we came out,
and boom, there it was.

Dome light on, and the keys
were in the ignition.

All right, well,
we're gonna wanna talk

to these lady friends
of yours right away.

Well...

W-we didn't get
their names.

Well, Willy's right
about their rap sheets.

It's long and dull.

There's no shootings,
no kidnappings.

Nothing very interesting.

[Ross]
Mighta been
their career night.

Ballistics?

Tell me their gun's a match
for the bodega bullet.

Nope.

Turns out it can't fire.

It's a toy gun.

But Hector the court officertold us

someone in the SUV
fired a shot at him.

Yeah, that's right,
in Spanish Harlem.

These dopes here claim
they got the car

right outside of Spire.

The night after Jake
was supposed to have been there.

Garbage in, garbage out.

Okay, go back to Spire
and check out

the security tapes.

Those aren't women.

Those two clowns
are dancing with men.

The tape's timecoded.

It may mortify them,
but it also alibies them.

They recovered your car,
but they weren't the ones

who took it from your son.

And the court officer
who shot my son?

Did so
in drunken self-defense?

My son's death--
this tragedy--

it's turning into farce.

Judge, you can be sure
we're taking this

very, very seriously.

Yet you still have no idea
who took my Jacob.

We may have
one small new lead.

The playing card?

We've seen this before.

It turns out the company
stopped making cards

with this finish
back in 1952.

And that's supposed to be
significant?

We're wondering
if Jacob's death

was some sort of payback.

Payback?

From 1952?

Uncle Pete?

Megan?

My God.

If it isn't little Megan!

Look at you!

Here, sit down.

You make sure you tell your mom
that I send my love.

Why don't you tell her
yourself?

It's been 20 years.

She coulda used
the help.

Darling, your lovely mother
never thought much of me.

Johnny was the only Wheeler
good enough for her.

Did you know Bobby Grey?

No, does he owe me money?

He says Dad got him
a liquor license.

And I thought Dad
was a copyright lawyer.

Your mother told you that?

What did my father do?

Well, if you wanted to get
a liquor license back then,

you had to go to what Johnny
called an in lawyer.

If you went to
an out lawyer,

you wouldn't get one.

Your father was way in.

You're saying
he took bribes?

You never wondered
how he paid for the house?

The cars?
The private school?

Did he have a partner?

In a way, uh,
Victor Venini.

A wine importer.

Uh, had a little storefront
down in SoHo.

Must be 70 by now.

Do you know
what happened to Dad?

No idea.

Victor Venini?

Detective Wheeler.

It's a pleasure
to meet you.

We were just tasting
some buonissimo vino

from Sicilia.

Can I pour?

I was expecting
someone older.

Oh, that would be
my father, Victor senior.

He, um, he passed
about four years ago.

But maybe I can help you.

Was he in business
with Johnny Wheeler?

Johnny, sure,
they were great buddies.

You know, when needed,
one hand washed the other.

How exactly
did they do that?

I guess Johnny pulled
some strings to help my dad,

and Dad paid him back.

In those days, you needed
a good lawyer in Albany

who knew people.

How long did you know
my father?

My whole life.

How's he doing?

It's been awhile
since I've seen him.

Yeah, yeah, me too.

I haven't seen him since,
um... since my wedding.

No, you know what?

It was
my daughter's christening.

He went to
your daughter's christening?

Oh, yeah.
Very generous guy.

I mean, gave me
a big envelope.

You know him.

Do you know how
I could get in touch with him?

You don't?

No.

Well, it's been awhile, but...

I'll give you
the last number I had.

That'd be great.

Let me see... Johnny...
Johnny... Johnny Wheeler.

There it is.

Thank you.

They found
an old Ace of hearts

on the kid's body.

Yeah, so?

The police are starting to think
that one of the older crews

might be involved
in what happened to the boy.

I'm just an old man
in here for, uh, littering.

What's it to dowith me?

Seems like the kind of thing
your crew would get up to.

What a way to talk
to your father.

Do me a favor, Thomas.

Learn to look after your own.

For once.

Don't worry, Dad.

I will.

[Wheeler]
We found this
in a 1955 Daily Mirror.

An Ace of hearts was found
at the crime scene,

leading police to suspect
the brazen Gun Hill Road Boys

may have struck again.

The Gun Hill Road Boys?

What do they got to do
with our judge?

It may not be
about our judge.

Take a look at who's doing
25 to life

in Sing Sing
for kidnapping and murder.

That's your father's
signature card

for his old gang.

The Gun Hill Road Boys?

Why didn't you
point this out to us?

To be honest with you,

I didn't make the connection
at first.

Come on, you saw it twice,
Mr. Grady.

So when's the last time
you saw him?

Day before yesterday.

First time
in four years.

I went up there to ask him
about the card myself.

He denied any knowledge.

Well, thanks
for tipping him off.

Tipping him off? You heard me.

Everything I've done
in my life

has been to distance myself
from that man.

Why do you think I became
a federal prosecutor?

Well, I'm no shrink,

but, uh, my guess would be overcompensation.

Still, I guess it had
to be awkward

to have a convicted killer
for a father

when you work for
the Department of Justice.

You gonna tell me
he never put the arm on you?

Not on me.

On my best friend.

Judge Fenner.

My father was up for parole
a couple of years ago.

One of his emissaries
tried to pressure the judge

into using his influence
with the board.

Well, your father's
still in Sing Sing,

so the judge
must have shot that down.

How'd that go over?

My father's
not very evolved.

Still, he's your father.

Didn't it piss you off a little
that your friend

couldn't lend a hand?

It pissed me off, Detective,

that my father,
who never lifted a finger

for anyone in this family,
humiliated me

and took advantage
of my friendship.

If I was
on that parole board,

I wouldn't let him off either.

Thank you
for the coffin nails.

Seniority carries
its privileges.

[Logan]
You know why we're here?

Community outreach.

This turned up recently
on a corpse.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, I heard
about that.

Sinatra's got his imitators,
I got mine.

Any idea which of those
imitators that might be?

Well, I, uh...
[clears throat]

I heard this kid,
his father was a judge, huh?

So he probably aggravated
lots of people.

Well, what goes around
comes around.

Am I right, sweetheart?

Where would somebody
get a card that old?

Beats me, all my old crew
are either dead or in the can.

You got a parole
coming up.

Probably gonna be
your last.

Maybe you wanna see
your grandchildren.

When they put me away,
they melted the key.

Can't turn my nob
talking about parole.

So what are you doing
leaning on your son?

My son?

I never asked
that tight-ass for anything.

You didn't ask him to help
with the parole board?

No.

He offered.

Said, uh, his friend,
the judge,

had pull with the board.

Anyway, I'm sorry you wasted
this beautiful afternoon

driving up here.

Thanks for the smokes.

Next time I'll tell you
my brand.

Mr. Grady, the COs
aren't done tossing your room.

What would they
do that for?

They're searching
for the rest of the deck

this card came from.

[laughing]

They're not gonna
find it there.

My son holds
all my possessions for me.

Nice to see you.

Oh, for God's sake.

I've known Thomas
since law school.

Did he ask you to speak
to the parole board

on behalf of his father?

He would never impose
that way.

It was one of
his father's associates.

We're looking
into the possibility

of a revenge motive
because you didn't assist

in that matter.

It was two years ago,
and the man

who came into my office
was using a walker.

I've lost a son.

And this
is your investigation?

I'm very disappointed.

Uh, one last thing, Judge.

Ballistics is gonna need
to have a look

at that Glock
you have a permit for.

What do you think,
I kidnapped my own son?

We can send a squad car
to pick up

that Glock if you like.

What the hell
was that about?

We asked for a Sing Sing
visitor's log.

Take a look at
who's been going up to see

Tommy Grady senior.

Well, before you
take a run at him,

call the warden and make sure
nobody else sees this.

Wheeler.

A word, please.

I understand

you've been looking into
a case of your own.

What's this
about your father?

It's family issues.

I'm sorry if Logan
had to cover for me.

I didn't hear about this
from your partner.

And I didn't hear about it
from you.

I wish I had.

It's personal, Captain.

It may be,
but it crosses over.

Detective Wheeler,
this is Detective Daniels

from the city's
club enforcement task force.

I understand you met
with Venini, Jr.?

What's he have to do
with club enforcement?

Wine and liquor wholesaler,

one of the last Mom and Pop
businesses in the city.

Four years ago,

when his father
Victor senior died,

there were 70 wholesalers
supplying downtown clubs.

Now there are 19,

including Bobby Grey.

And when Bobby Grey
got in touch with you

to ask after your dad,
he was asking for help.

He wanted me to suspect
Venini had something to do

with my dad's disappearance.

And he didn't want it
traced back to him.

And here's why.

These two wholesalers
refused to sell to Venini, Jr.

One of them complained
to us.

They've both disappeared
in the last six months.

Six months--
as far as I know,

my dad disappeared
20 years ago.

He might've.

Or he may've
just had to relocate.

Sometimes bagmen
dip into the bag.

Your father, Johnny,
made things easy

for Venini's customers
in exchange for 10%

of Venini's business.

But when Victor senior died,

junior would've wanted
Johnny out.

He had a new business model.

And if my father refused?

Thank you, Detective.

Keep us posted.

Just one last...

When you met with Junior,
he gave you a number

for your father?

He did.

It's a no-name cell phone.

I dialed it.

It just rang and rang.

Hey, guys.

Daphne, you have a minute?

Okay, I guess.

Eh, girl talk,
you know.

[laughs]

So you guys caught
the shooter.

Stick?

Sure.

Stick?

Yeah, we're trying to keep it
out of the press

until we find, uh,
you know,

who helped dump
Jacob's body.

Which reminds me,
I wanted to ask you something.

How are you feeling?

Things have been
kinda weird around here.

Do you mind if I ask you
a couple of questions

about this weekend?

Shoot.

So we pick up
these two guys, right,

and they're trying to sell
the judge's SUV.

We noticed there was
a big dent

on the front bumper.

You didn't happen to see that
dent Saturday night, did you?

No, sir.

But it was pretty dark.

It was probably
pretty late too.

Didn't you have a track meet
that morning or something?

Not track, skiing.

Oh, yeah. Skiing.

How was it?

It hasn't been
the best year for snow.

How 'bout you?

Did you go, Colin?

No.

Hmm, no room in the car?

[laughing]
Something like that, yeah.

Anyway, must've been
pretty tough on the slopes

if you'd been partying
all night.

What time you get
to sleep?

You know, me and Daphne
didn't go to sleep.

I was in bed by 1:00,

but I was still hung over
on the slopes.

Big mistake.

Why?

We're still
trying to establish

exactly when Jacob left,

where he went.

Could he have gone somewhere
to buy drugs?

Daphne?

We told you,
he went to Spire.

Oh, we checked.

He was there
the night before,

but not Saturday.

Anyway, I tried skiing.

It was a total disaster.

Where'd you go, upstate?

- Yeah.
- No wonder.

You gotta try Vail.

- Those western powders?
- Awesome.

I don't know.

It's too cold for me.

I almost froze
my nose off.

You didn't wear a mask?

No.
Dude, you gotta wear
the gear.

You guys have
ski masks?

Yeah.

That's funny.

The guys that dumped Jacob,
we got 'em on tape.

They were wearing
ski masks.

Really?

Yeah.

I guess it's part of
the whole gangster thing now.

You know,
part of their look.

Gangsters?
Oh, no, no.

These cats
were total amateurs.

Get this.

These same guys held up
a bodega that night,

didn't know there was
a camera in the place,

and put a bullet
in the wall.

Not too smart.

[laughs]

Hmm.

Good, then they'll probably
be pretty easy

for you guys to catch.

Hey, uh, you ever, uh,

play cards
with your grandfather

when you visit him?

Not for nothing, Detective,

but I'm a lawyer's son
and a Harvard legacy.

Don't you think you're getting
a little out of yourself here?

That's not an answer.

I don't like
where this is going.

What, that scared you, bro?

Oh, come on, homeboy.

I thought you were
the real deal.

I'm starting to think
you're about as street

as Jessica Simpson.

Oh, yeah?
What does that make you?

I'm true to the game, bro.

Easy to say if your dad
used to work

for the Justice Department.

Be easy, Jack.

I got your back.

Yeah.

Come on, Harold,
let's roll.

Why don't you tell me
the truth, Riordan?

Oh, so now you've got
your driver spying on me?

You weren't gonna tell me
those detectives

were at your school today?

Why are you sweatin' me,
Dad?

It was stupid,
all right?

They think Jacob
might've been mixed up in drugs.

Was he?

I wouldn't know
if he was, Dad.

You know I'm not
into that.

Sit down.

I'm gonna ask you this once.

And I need to know
the absolute truth about it.

Otherwise,
I can't protect you.

Was there anything about
what happened that night

that you haven't
already told me?

Son.

I'm speaking to you
as your father right now.

Not as your lawyer.

Whatever it is,
we'll get through it.

But I need you
to man up

and be straight
about it.

It was Colin, Dad.

And he's into this
old school gangster stuff.

There was nothing
I could do.

Okay.

[Ross]
So Riordan's
a gangster-wannabe.

[Wheeler]
Here's his homepage.

He's a self-proclaimed
wangster,

whose parents pay
$30,000 a year in tuition

and SAT tutors.

No surprise there.

Still, it's a big leap
from keeping it real

to robbing a bodega
at gunpoint.

Right, thank you.

Maybe not,
that was Judge Fenner.

He normally keeps his gun
in a lockbox

at the back
of his closet.

Turns out it's missing.

So what, Jacob stole
his dad's car and his gun,

went on a senior spree
that went horribly wrong?

It's a good theory.

Do we have anything
that links

any of the others
to any of this?

They're lying
about the timeline.

Daphne says she was homeby 1:00.

Riordan says
they never went to sleep.

She'll say she was lying
to look like a good girl.

One of them
has to turn.

Well, Riordan's
not giving anything up.

And Daphne's father
is a Fortune 500 CFO.

She'll lawyer up.

What about Colin?

He's a scholarship student
with a single mother

who works night shifts
at King's County Hospital.

Then I'm sorry to say

Colin just drew
the short straw.

I don't know nothing
about it.

Colin, is that how they
teach you to speak

in private school?

Mrs. Wilcox,

Colin's best chance here
is to help himself.

Don't you try to play me, Detective.

You got a lawyer's son,
a businessman's daughter,

and my son.

Probably took you
all of three seconds

to figure out who
to put the pressure on.

Not even two,
Mrs. Wilcox.

Colin, look at me.

I'm no snitch!

Well, you'll do just fine.

'Cause we're not greedy.

Do you hear him, Colin?

Do you think
these rich folks

are gonna let their kids
go to prison?

You got one chance to get out
in front of this, son.

So take a deep look inside

before you take
the weight for them.

Keep going, son.
You're doing fine.

Okay.

So Jacob and Colin
wanted to hit the clubs.

And everything was chill
until Jacob let Colin drive,

'cause Colin was trashed.

Um, he hit a lamppost,
and Jacob freaked.

You know, he said
his father would kill him

because he wasn't even
the one driving the car.

Where did he take
the car after?

Colin knew of some
all-night mechanic in Harlem.

But the guy wanted
500 bucks to fix it,

and that's when everything
got crazy.

[Wheeler]
How?

'Cause Colin got the idea
to get Jacob's dad's gun

and pull a robbery.

So you're saying
that Colin robbed a bodega

to help fix
the judge's car?

Why would he do that?

He's a scholarship kid,
he has a need for approval.

What confuses me here

is the bodega owner

said he saw two people
in the store

and a girl with blonde hair
in the car,

which could be Daphne, right?

No, he's lying.

But you were all wearing
ski masks, right?

Detective, my son
wasn't there.

We are trying
to be helpful here.

Maybe he wasn't,
but Daphne could've been.

Are you covering for her?

No, I swear.

Colin told me he picked up
a couple of his thug friends

from the neighborhood.

Did he tell you
about how Jake got shot?

He just said
something bad went down

and he and his friends
dumped the body at the courts.

And then dumped the car.

Okay.

This all checks.

The only thing
we can't figure out

is where Colin got the idea
for putting the Ace of hearts

on Jacob's body.

You ever tell him
about your grandfather's crew?

Riordan has nothing to do
with his grandfather.

Last time I took him up there
for a visit,

he was 13 years old,
after his confirmation.

Oh, so you don't know.

Well, uh...

You see, Riordan's
been going up to see

his grandfather once a month
for the last two years.

Riordan, Colin says
this was all your idea,

robbing the store,
dumping the body.

He's lying.

The thing is, we have
an independent statement

from Daphne, and she backs
Colin on everything.

She says that
you were in charge,

taunting Jacob and Colin
until they took the judge's gun.

All right.

I was covering
for her.

Now she's trying
to save herself.

So you're
the only honest one, huh?

You have no case!

I wasn't the one
who fired the shot.

Jacob had the gun.

And I'm not responsible
for his getting shot

trying to rob someone
on the street.

That's his damn fault.

Tell them, Dad.

[sighs]

All right, so what
are you charging me with?

Unlawful disposal
of a body?

That's a littering offense.

A littering offense.

Is that something you got
from your grandfather?

He's the man.

It's a little more
than littering, Riordan.

You see, Daphne said
that Jacob was still breathing.

And that she begged you,
begged you,

to take him
to the emergency room.

You let him die?

He was shot in the head!

He was gonna die.

You stupid...

This is how
I raised you?

Huh?

I gave you everything
I never had.

And this
is what you do with it?

You're no better
than your grandfather.

You mean your dad, Dad?

You turned your back on him,
I didn't!

He's still
my flesh and blood.

Well.

Maybe you ought to ask him
for the name

of a good legal aid lawyer.

C-come on, Dad.

Come on.

Be for real now.

Detectives...

Read my son his rights.

Well, Daphne is a cute girl
and she's got a rich father,

so she'll skate.

You think the D.A.'ll
cut Colin a break?

I hope so.[cell phone rings]

It looks like Riordan's
finally gonna get to spend

some quality time
with his grandfather.

Yeah?

Everything okay?

Maybe not.

Can you drive?

How long you been
out here?

Going on hour six.

What is this place?

Detective Daniels' task force
received an anonymous tip

about a hijacking.

Turns out this is
a mob killing field.

Four bodies dug up
so far, all male.

Excuse me.

How long have
they been buried?

These guys,
one about six days,

the others
up to about six years.

It'll take some time
to ID them.

How tall was your father,
Wheeler?

6'6".

Well, then, he's not
one of these.

But they're still digging?

Yeah, I'm afraid so.

Megan.

Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm... fine.