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(phone vibrating)

(Danny grunts)

Yeah?

Detective Reagan?
It's Anna Zoltin.

I don't know if you remember me.

Yeah, of course I do.
What is it?

I'm sorry, I know it's late.

I just... I didn't know
who else to turn to.

What's wrong?
Are you in trouble?

I'm just scared.

Okay.

Anna, look, you're gonna have
to call 911, okay?

Or just go down to the precinct,
and I'll be there soon.

I don't even know
if you can help me.

He said the cops can't help me.

Well, who said that?

Nobody can help me.

I don't know why I called.

Okay, Anna, A--

Anna?

You promised the police chief
of Belfast a tour

of the Real Time Crime Center

before he leaves
for Ireland this evening.

What else you got?

Overnight, robbery on
169th and Washington Avenue.

Suspects armed
with handguns.

Fits the Manhattan North
robbery pattern.

Harbor Unit's pulling out a
floater in Brooklyn as we speak,

and a Detective
William Carter called.

Old partner of mine.
What did he want?

To tell you human
remains were recovered

that may be connected to a case
you two worked 25 years ago.

Tell my detail
we're heading back out.

And your 0900
chiefs' briefing?

Push it.

Okay. Got it. Thanks. 10-4.

M.E.'s still an hour
and a half out.

Sad.

Beautiful young girl.

Still has makeup on, too.

Must have just happened.

Ours is not
to speculate.

We secure the scene,
and then we wait.

Here comes the
brain trust now.

Just our luck.

Sonny Malevsky.

That's Sonny Malevsky?

Yeah, why?

Just...

I think he used to work
with my brother Joe.

Oh, yeah?

MALEVSKY:
Renzulli.

Hey.

Ah, you finally
got your stripes.

Mercy promotion?

Don't bust my chops,
all right?

Who's the new fish?

Reagan.

So you're the PC's
youngest.

Is this
your first floater, kid?

Yeah.
Well, looks fresh.

You should see 'em
after a couple of weeks,

after the fish
and the crabs get to 'em.

Let's see what we got.

Commissioner.

Bill. As you were.

Right over here.

Looks like trauma
to the skull.

Could be Leo Gates.

Clothes match
the description.

We got the backpack.

Skeletal remains appear
to be those of a child.

It's him.

We don't know that yet, Frank.

(firmly):
It's him.

I don't even know if the mother
still lives around here anymore.

She does.

Nine-year-old boy.

Have the M.E. make
a positive I.D.

before we start
opening up old wounds.

It's no longer missing
persons, it's a homicide.

I want the entire case file
on my desk forthwith.

Keep this away from the
press as long as you can.

I don't want the perp to
rabbit if he's still around.

Sure. No problem, sir.

Looks like you were right
all along, Frank.

It gives me small comfort.

So, kid, you probably
think she jumped

from the Manhattan bridge and
floated down,

but you would be wrong,

because she would have hit the
East River at 65 miles an hour,

and there's
no contusions.

That's not to say she wouldn't
have broken her neck,

but it looks like
somebody did it for her.

Let's see if there's
anything in these pockets.

(chortles)

"Detective Daniel Reagan."

Now, there is one for
the small world department.

Renzulli, looks like this one's
gonna be a homicide.

Hey, kid,

maybe you want
to call your brother.

He might want to come down here

and finish what he seems
to have started.

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JACKIE: So did you
call back this Anna Zoltin?

I couldn't call her back, okay?

She called
from a blocked number.

All right, so what
were you supposed to do?

You're supposed to drive
around all five boroughs

in the middle of the night,
looking for this girl?

She didn't tell you
where she was.

I know, I know.
I just feel bad, okay?

Girl was getting
her life back together,

and this happens?

I know.

How'd you know her, anyway?

A Vice sting about a year ago.

A bunch of call girls,
half a dozen johns.

High-end operation.

I'm sure it was
a very classy situation.

She was an escort, okay? I'm not
gonna make excuses for her.

But she lost her little girl;
She was trying to get her back.

She did what she had to do.

Spoke to the ADA, got her
sentence reduced

to mandatory rehab.

She was a good kid, Jackie.

I'm sure she was.

It's nice.

And unlike the guys I put away.

They're too busy throwing darts
at my picture

in the middle of the night
to ask me for help.

Yeah, well, this girl needed
help; now she's dead.

Well, listen, here's
what we're gonna do.

We're gonna figure out
who did this,

and we're gonna string him up
by his family jewels.

It's not gonna
bring her back,

but it's gonna
make you feel better.

(sighs)

BAKER:
Your afternoon schedule, sir.

(clears throat)
Bronx Borough President's

Man of the Year
Luncheon at 1300,

followed by
Queens Community Board meeting

in Jackson Heights.

Police Foundation
honors the Mayor

at a cocktail reception
1700 to 1830 hours.

I've marked these DD-5s
for reinterview.

See that Detective
Carter gets back to me

with the new fives
as soon as he does them.

Yes, sir.

This is a letter of condolence
written to the mother.

"Dear Mrs. Gates,

"I am very sorry that
your son has disappeared.

"I know how terrible
you must feel.

I am sorry for that."

It's not signed.

Was it written
by a man or a woman?

I'd say a man, sir.

(Frank sighs, cell phone rings)

(phone beeps on)

Sir...

the autopsy's in.

Leo Gates's

dental records are a match.

Thank you, Baker.

Cancel the rest of my schedule.

Okay, thanks.
Right here, look at this.

Nonpareil Escorts.

That's the place
Anna was working

when I busted
her a year ago.

Vice has had the place padlocked
down for four months now.

Well, I got something
over here.

The receptionist
at Anna's accounting firm

said that some guy used
to send her roses all the time.

Getting pretty heavy.
She didn't like it.

She put a restraining order
against him.

Receptionist didn't have

the guy's name, but I got in
touch with the florist who did.

And you got it?
Yes.

Guy's name is Richard Hansen.

He's an attorney.

No priors.
Madison Avenue address.

And he's on the Board of

the East Side Parks Conservancy.
Fantastic.

Let's go see if we can't
persuade Mr. Hansen

to come on down here

and let us pick his brain

about why the Green Thumb keeps
sending our victim flowers.

Good.

Commissioner Reagan.

Mrs. Gates.

You found Leo.

We did.

Where did you find him?

In the old building
next to the post office,

two blocks from school.

So, he...

...he was so close
all those years.

There was, uh...

a false wall in the basement.

Did he suffer?

The medical examiner
determined the cause of death

to be blunt force trauma
to the head.

It was, most likely,
instantaneous.

Well, I guess that's something.

That building...

Does it have any meaning
for you?

Friends there?
People you knew?

We passed it
on the way to school.

Every day, I walked with him.

But he'd been begging me
for weeks

to let him walk home
by himself.

It was raining that day.

I keep asking myself,
is that the reason

I didn't go and get him,

because it was raining?

Laura...

There are some things

none of us
can ever completely control.

And one of them is
protecting our kids

every moment of the day.

I just think...

You know,
if only I'd been with him...

If only I'd made sure
he walked with a friend...

(clears throat)

I guess I should
call Father John.

We can have a funeral now.

Thank you, Frank.

There's no need to thank me...

until I bring Leo's killer
to justice.

You threatened to
come to my home?

It was either your home
or your office.

I didn't kill Anna Zoltin.

No, she killed herself.

She took her own hands

and strangled herself
right before dumping

her body
in the river.

Where were you the night
Anna Zoltin was killed?

At a charity fund-raiser
for my kid's school.

Oh, regular father
of the year, huh?

Anna Zoltin took out an order
of protection against you

the night before
she was murdered.

Wonder why she did that.
What'd she do--

threaten to tell your wife?
Is that why you killed her?

Why would I throw away
my life for a whore?

Hey, that whore was
somebody's daughter

and she was also
somebody's mother.

But she wanted to quit and
you wouldn't let her, would you?

You wanted
to keep having sex with her,

but you wouldn't
let her say no.

I can afford any
woman I want.

DANNY:
Really?

How about we call
Mrs. Hansen down here

and see how she feels
about that?

RICHARD:
Okay.

I was a regular client
of Anna's.

When she told me she quit,
I tried using other call girls,

but she was really special.

You know
what I mean?

DANNY:
Not firsthand.

But keep talking.

I offered to pay her rent
plus double

what she made as an escort,
but she turned me down.

The flowers were my attempt
to change her mind.

And did it help?
No.

But, look, I wasn't the only one
who thought she was special.

I heard from other girls
in the escort agency

tha-that her boss

was always
hitting on her.

You have a
name for us?

The only thing I know is
that his first name is John.

Well, there's a start.

Yeah.

You'd better pray
your alibi checks out.

BAKER: I just wanted
to drop these DD-5s off

for the commissioner.

Well, the commissioner
is not home yet.

I know that, sir.

I'm retired.

You don't have
to call me sir.

What should I call you?

Henry.

Something on your
mind, Ms. Baker?

It's a cold case of his,
involving a child.

It's consumed him.

We all have these cases.

I had one back in
'55-- the remains

of a kid in a duffel bag
off the FDR.

I still take the case
out every now and then.

It's always bad
when it's children, but...

if I may say, sir,
he's in a very dark place.

He and the detective who was in
charge of the case were at odds.

There was a witness who said

he thought he saw
the kid get into a car,

but Francis
wasn't having any of it.

He was convinced
the kid never left the block;

that he was murdered.

He'll find the forensic
anthropologist's report

there as well.

Blunt force trauma
to the skull was caused

by the round striking end
of a hammer.

His own kids were
that age back then.

It tore him up.

It's the losses
that keep you up at night.

How'd your anniversary go?

It was good.

I got my wife a snow globe.

I know it's, uh,

too lowbrow
for your Harvard tastes,

but my wife loves
snow globes.

Fake snow-- I
get the appeal.

You get the appeal?

Yeah.

Tell me how you know
Sonny Malevsky.

Why are you so interested
in that putz, huh?

I'm just curious.

Well, some guys
become cops

because they love
law enforcement,

some guys for job security,

some guys because
they don't know what else to do.

And then you got
guys like Malevsky

who's just on a big power trip.

Anything more than that?

What, like, corruption?

That's a big word.

Let's just say I think
that he's someone--

when you're talking to him,

you better have
one hand on your wallet.

Know what I mean?

Yeah.

Hey.

You still up, Pop?

Your aide dropped off

some fives for
the Gates case.

They smell of the precinct.

I hope you don't mind.

It's the losses
that keep you up at night.

You miss it,
don't you?

I do.

Wasn't done being a cop.

You did what you had to do.

Same as you.

No, I wanted the job.

You should feel
proud, Francis.

You're the only chief the rank
and file would have accepted

after that last bum
of the mayor's.

The time had come
and you stepped up.

Here.

Take these.

They're yours.

What are you
looking for?

I don't know.

Something to jog
my memory.

What is it
you always said, Pop--

there's a lot in a detective's
head that isn't written down.

But you've got a photographic
mind for this stuff.

Yeah?

Well, there's something
I can't remember

or overlooked
or didn't consider.

(sighs)

Night, Francis.

Night, Pop.

(sighs)

Yeah, yeah, thanks.

Anything yet?

Hansen's alibi checks out.

What? (groans)

You know, it's
guys like that

that make me want
to stay single.

Yeah, well,
he told the truth.

Maybe he's telling
the truth

about this John guy
who owned the agency.

Says he was obsessed
with Anna.

Well, let's see;
let's check it out.

Black Book.

Yeah, well,

the escort service
was owned by a John.

John Vega.

Huh, what's
he up to now?

Owns a business called

Executive Clientele.

(typing)

Well, look at that.
Oh, well.

It's not hard to tell what
John's new business is doing.

No.

You're listed
as the company owner, Mr. Vega.

Hey, hey, just call me Johnny.

Johnny the Pimp?

(laughs)

Our ladies do not engage
in sexual intercourse.

Right, your clients
just pay $1,000 a pop

for stimulating
conversation.

Is that it?

Our clients are out-
of-town businessmen

or Europeans who just
want beautiful ladies

to show them
around the city,

you know, business dinners
with 'em and stuff.

Yeah, you know
Anna Zoltin?

Yeah, I think she used to
work for my accountant.

Really?
Well, they told us

that she delivered
many packages here.

No, no, tha-that's not true.

How about the fact that
she was as an escort

at Nonpareil while
you were running it?

I... I don't recall.

DANNY: You recall where
you were two nights ago?

Hillary, pull up Jolene,
will you?

I was at her place
all night.

Well, we're going to need
her contact information

to corroborate.

Sure, I'll make sure
you get that before you leave.

And, hey, you ever want
to try any of our services,

I'll make sure you get
the NYPD discount.

No, thanks.
I'm married.

That's too bad.

You don't know
what you're missing.

Neither do you.

BAKER:
250 interviews of people

in the building
across the street,

and not one of them saw
Leo enter that building,

never mind with anyone.

What do you think, sir?

I don't know.

Had to be someone
in that building on that day;

someone that wouldn't
raise suspicions.

If it moves, you duct tape it;
if it squeaks, you WD-40 it;

if it's stuck,
you hit it with a hammer.

Sounds about
right, sir.

Get me Bill Carter on the phone.

(sighs)

Jolene DeMaine.

Detective Reagan.

This is my partner
Detective Curatola.

Johnny told me that
you'd be looking for me.

Oh, did he?
Yeah.

He was with me that night.
Really, doing what?

Dinner, and then
we hung out all night.

Where?
Where?

My place.

Look, I'm sorry,
I really need to go.

I'm late.
Hey, you know what?

If you think
of anything,

why don't you give us
a call, okay?

I won't.

That went well.
Yeah.

BAKER:
Hold for the commissioner.

Where are you
with the new interviews, Bill?

Um, I've located
some of them, sir.

In fact, right now, I'm with
the witness Todd Connelly.

He's not on my list.

No, I know,
but it just--

it occurred to me
that he may have said

that he saw Leo Gates
entering the Corolla

to throw the investigation.

The murderer put him up to it.

What about Ted Wessel?

Wessel?

The superintendent
of the building

where Leo Gates' bones
were found, a re-interview

I specifically requested.

Yeah, I haven't
found him yet, sir.

Find him.

Do it quick and do it right

or you'll be walking a beat
so far out in Queens,

you'll need a passport

to get back to Manhattan.

Yes, sir.

Find out everything
there is to know

about Theodore Wessel--

every detail of his life
from the day he was born.

Hey, okay, so Johnny Vega
has a criminal history--

assault, extortion, gambling,
promoting prostitution.

So what is he doing
still on the street?
Well,

this is his first go-round
with murder, though.

He's got an alibi for that.

We can't even get enough
to subpoena his phone records.

All right,
so there's got to be something.

Besides Nonpareil,
is there any way

we can connect
this guy to Anna?

I've been through
her phone records, her e-mails.

There is absolutely nothing

from Vega, but there are
tons of phone calls

back and forth from
Anna Zoltin and Jolene DeMaine

nearly every day, including
the night she was killed,

right after she called you.

Jolene DeMaine?

Mm-hmm.

Sounds like she knows something
she's not letting on.

Mm-hmm.

You got a second
to talk?

I already talked to you.

Yeah, but you
never told us

that you and Anna were friends.

We know you spoke to Anna
the night she was killed,

'cause I did, too.

She sounded afraid

that someone was going to
find out she reached out to me.

I'm thinking it was Johnny Vega
she was afraid of.

JACKIE:
But you told us

that you were with him
the night Anna was killed.

I did see him that night.

Just not
the whole night.

Look, I can't
help you.

Come on, you're going
to let this guy get away

with killing your friend?

You know he
strangled her so hard

that he broke a bone
in her neck.

Don't.
Well, then,
tell us the truth.

You have no idea
what Johnny's really like.

So you give him an alibi?

I can end up like her.
You can also end up

in prison
for hindering prosecution.

Jolene, tell us
what happened.

Johnny had a
thing for her.

He was always
creeping on her.

And finally, she
started saying

that she'd go to the cops
if he didn't stop harassing her.

She told me about you.

She said that we
could trust you.

You can.

Keep talking.

Anna told me

that she dropped off
the checks at Executive.

When she got there,
Johnny tried to jump her,

but she fought him off,

and she told him
that that was it,

that she was going
to go to the cops.

She ran out of there.

And she called me from her cell.

She was petrified

that he was
coming after her.

So I told her that I'd
meet her at her place.

What time was that?

It was around midnight.

When I got there,
she was so scared,

her hands were shaking.

She told me she was going
to meet you at the precinct.

And I said that I
would wait with her.

Did you?

There was a knock on the door.

And Anna told me to hide
while she answered it,

so I ducked into her bedroom.

And it was Johnny Vega.

He was furious.

They had words, then
I didn't hear anything,

so I peeked out to make
sure that she was okay,

and I saw...

...and I saw him strangle her.

Did he see you?

No. No.

God, I didn't move.

I waited
until he left... with Anna.

And the next day,
when Anna's body showed up,

he said that that's what happens
when people talk to cops.

Let's go scoop this
piece of garbage.

(beep)

Johnny Vega!

Get your hands out
of your pockets.

Keep 'em where
I can see them.

You come to take me up
on that NYPD discount?

I don't have anything
for the young lady,

unless she goes that way.

We're here to arrest you for
the murder of Anna Zoltin.

You know what?
Whatever.

Great. Turn around.

Turn your ass around.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say may be used
against you in a court of law.

You have the right
to consult with an attorney.

You have the right

to have the attorney present
during questioning.

You can't afford
an attorney,

one will be appointed
to you at no cost.

That Johnny Vega is
one cool cucumber.

As long as he's held
without bail

for second degree murder,
I don't care.

Detective Reagan.
Curatola.

Special Agent Stuart LeMarque.

Oh, FBI.

To what do we owe the pleasure?

You arrested
John Vega today.
Yeah.

Creates a little bit
of a problem for us.

Really? Why is that?

He's instrumental in a
RICO case we got going.

Well, he's
a confidential informant.

Oh, makes sense now,
why he has all those

get-out-of-jail-free cards
on felony collars.

This guy's a made member
of the Rulanti crime family.

He's a like a son
to Tommy Rulanti.

Well, I don't care
if he's like a son to the pope.

He's not getting
a pass from us, so forget it.

Our case hinges on Vega's
cooperation, all right?

We're going
after the bigger fish here.

As opposed
to the little homicide here.

I need you to understand
that we have an opportunity

to deal the Rulanti crime
family a crippling blow.

And we have an opportunity
to lock this punk up

for second degree murder,
and we will.

You really think the FBI is
gonna let some NYPD detective

blow a multimillion
dollar RICO case?

Maybe.

Putz.

He's having trouble playing
with others again?

(groans)
FBI trying to tell me who
we can and can't arrest.

Well, if it's about Johnny
Vega, we have other problems.

What, are they trying
to lean on you to dismiss?

No, his defense
team has requested

our eyewitness's statement.

Are you kidding me?

Then Johnny's gonna know
it was Jolene DeMaine.

Oh, it is
a death sentence for her.

It's within
the law, Danny.

(bell tolling)

I'm just saying, what
kind of law is it?

It's the kind
that guarantees a fair trial.

Fair trial.
I got a witness

who risks her life
to come and give you

recorded testimony;
you turn around and give it

to the murderer.
Is that fair?
(phone humming)

Well, the judge hasn't ruled
on it yet, Danny.

And that's why
cops hate Mondays.

Excuse me.

Well, it doesn't
seem right, Mom.

DANNY:
It's not right.

The defender has the right

to know who's accusing him.

That's so they can figure out
who to intimidate.

Without discovery statutes,
it's not a level playing field.

(grumbles)
DANNY:
We're talking about

playing with
people's lives here.

JAMIE: Well, Nick,
would you really want

a world where anyone
could have someone

locked up, just on
their anonymous say-so?

That doesn't sound
so good, either.

Thank you, Jamie.
Except in this case,

you know it's an
intimidation tactic.

Wrecks your only case.

HENRY:
See what I mean?
No.

Un-thank you, Jamie.

DANNY:
The bottom line is,

all the FBI cares about is
making their splashy case

against the Rulanti
crime family.

And meanwhile,
Anna Zoltin just floats

right down the East River
into oblivion,

and no one even arrests
the murderer.

Yeah, what did you
say they said, Danny?

"Come on, she's
just a call girl?"

Oh, pretty much.
"Just a call girl."

What's a call girl?

I don't know.

Uh, a...

That is a girl
who talks on her cell

all the time.
JACK:
So...

kind of like Aunt Erin?

(laughter)

Sorry.

(laughter continues)

JAMIE:
Yeah.

No.

Sorry.

HENRY:
Anything?

Dead end.

Ah.
What was so funny?

Oh, a barrel of laughs
in here, Dad.

Between the FBI
and the DA's office trying

to kill my witness.
Oh, enough
with the drama.

Nothing undermines
our way of life

more than the taking of it.

I'll drink to that.

The truth is, Judge Fenton
could rule either way tomorrow.

I could lose my witness.

I'm a little
worried about it.

Well, in that case,
be ready.

(sighs)
How do you mean?

Ready with another case
against him.

How did the FBI

get Johnny Vega to cooperate
against the Rulanti family

in the first place?

They have something on him.

Interstate prostitution
trafficking, for instance.

Okay.

And we know how the Feds like

to memorialize
their cases on tape.

Wiretaps. Surveillance.

And since the cases
haven't been brought,

none of it's been released.

Well, maybe the right people
haven't been asking.

I do have a friend
in the U.S. Attorney's office.

Well, if things don't go
your way tomorrow...

JUDGE FENTON:
Ms. Reagan,

I have read your objection

to the defense's motion
to compel discovery.

Your Honor, the release
of said testimony

would reveal the identity
of the witness

and put his or her life
in danger.

Objection.

Much as we appreciate

Ms. Reagan's apparent
competency in legal matters,

we don't subscribe
to her ability

to predict the future,
Your Honor.

Sustained.

Ms. Reagan,
your objection is denied.

The recording will be
entered into evidence

and made available
to the defense.

At this time, we
would also request

a consideration for bail.

Objection.

Mr. Vega has
strong family ties.

Whose family--
his own or the Rulantis?

DEFENSE ATTORNEY:
Objection!

(knocking)

Jolene?

Jolene,
Jolene, listen.

Johnny Vega made bail.

We just want to take you
somewhere safe.

I don't think so.
Look, the judge ruled

the defense can hear the record
of your testimony against

Johnny Vega, so get some
clothes on and let's go.

No. No, I can't.
I'm sorry.

What is it?
Did he contact you?

It doesn't matter!
Did Johnny threaten you again?

I'm not going
to testify, all right?

You already
gave a statement to the ADA.

I lied.

see him kill Anna, all right?

Just leave me alone!

DANNY: This is what
he wants, you know.

He wants you
to be scared!

(sighs)

I'm well aware of John Vega.

And I know
about the RICO.

I'm not willing
to bend on murder.

Well, with the last name
Reagan, why would you?

But you know that giving you
access to the FBI's surveillance

is going to cause beaucoup
problems for me.

David, you're a
dedicated U.S. Attorney.

I know you don't want
this guy walking around

anymore than I do.

I can't jeopardize
the Rulanti case.

You won't be
jeopardizing it.

I will wait to bring
my pretrial motions

against Vega until
after your RICO charges.

You'll still
have first dibs.

Can we discuss this
over dinner?

David... I want
that material.

Hey, Danny, it's me.

Got something for your viewing
and listening pleasure.

(Jackie and Danny sigh)

Ugh!

Six hours of this,
and nothing.

No. I can't do it anymore.

I cannot watch any more

mobsters and whores
hanging out.

Tell me about it.

(taps button)

Well, there's Johnny Vega.

Wait a minute--
check this guy out.

(sighs)
What?

Yeah. It's another

midlife crisis overpaying
some 20-year-old

to make him feel desirable.

Forget it.

I lost interest after
the first four hours.

No, there's something
about this guy.

I've seen him around somewhere.

Wait. Do me a favor?
Yeah.

Run this license plate.

King-Nora-Queen,

eight-six-three-three.

Whoa.

What?
You're never going
to believe this.

What?

The plate belongs
to Judge Fenton.

Are you kidding me?

And it's not even my birthday.

MAYOR: Uh, we missed
you at the Police
Foundation Honors, Frank.

Police Foundation
honors its mayor,

uh, am I wrong in thinking
that the police commissioner

might want
to make an appearance?

I'm sorry, Mr. Mayor.

I had urgent police business.

So,um...

now, what's your excuse
for ducking our meeting today

with the FBI
Bureau Director in Charge?

I don't have one.

What am I supposed
to do with that?

They want your guys
to back off the Vega case.

I am not your apologist, Frank,

and when the federal government
wants-- demands!--

a meeting,
I won't have you

letting me stand there alone
like an idiot, holding my...

BAKER:
Sir...

What is it, Baker?

I'm sorry, but you said

to interrupt if we heard
from Detective Carter,

and he's on line one.

He's located Theodore Wessel.

I have
to take this call, Mr. Mayor.

Yeah, I understand.

Urgent police business, right?

Lives at stake.

Etcetera.

Bring him in.

(wry laugh)
You're tired?

Well, that's too bad,
'cause nobody's gonna sleep

until I find out
what happened!

I don't know
what happened.

How many times
do I got to tell you?

I didn't have nothing
to do with it.
You did!

You killed a kid,
and then you

buried him
behind the wall!

You were the super
of the building.

Nobody would've
thought anything

if they saw you down
there covered in dust!

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

Everybody in the building
had access to the basement.

There's 150 storage lockers
in the laundry room.

You know what?
I can't stand
the sight of you.

(door opens)

He's not giving
it up, Frank.

I know.
(sighs)

We got nothing
without his confession.

CARTER: I've been in there
with him for four hours.

I want to talk to him.

Okay, Commissioner.

Remember me?

I think you're
the police commissioner.

I am now.

You were the superintendent
of a building

that Leo Gates passed by
on the way to and from school.

We talked on, uh...

November 10,
the day... after Leo

went missing.

I was the super of the building.

I already told
the detective that.

Well, can I, uh,

get you something
to eat or drink, Mr. Wessel?

I just want
to get out of here.

I'm not gonna tell you
anything different
than I did him.

We found this...

in Leo Gates' backpack
with his remains.

It's a fourth grade
writing assignment.

Kind of a fill-in-the-blank
biography.

November 9.

"Leo Gates," name,
"cares deeply about:

"my family.

"What do you want to be?

"Professional baseball player.

"What do you love?

"Anything to do with baseball.

"What do you fear?

Not being able
to hit a baseball."

Imagine that, Ted.

Before November 9,
all Leo was afraid of

was not being able
to hit a baseball.

Why are you doing this?

Well, I just wanted
to clear some things up.

When we talked on November 10,

you were wearing

"blue work shirt,
khaki trousers,

"tan work boots

and a tool belt."

Well...

that's all I really had
in my notes... that mattered,

but... I have
a pretty good memory, Ted.

So...

I'm in my office,
staring out...

at my city, and I thought

of what my
superintendent
used to say:

"If it moves, you duct-tape it,
if it squeaks, you WD-40 it,

and if it's stuck,
you hit it with a hammer."

And I don't know, I think
that kind of jogged my memory,

because all of a sudden,
I had this...

kind of photograph in my mind,

and I realized
that when we talked...

your hammer was missing
from your tool belt.

And that's when I knew.

I-I wouldn't hit a kid
in the head with a hammer.

That's how Leo was killed;
how'd you know that?

Detective Carter told me.

No, he didn't.

I read it in the paper.

It wasn't in the paper, Ted.

P-People steal tools
all the time.

I mean, you set something down,
they steal it.

(pulls chair back)

Few days ago...

...I had to tell Laura Gates--
that's Leo's mom--

I had to tell her
that Leo was dead.

In a way,

she seemed
relieved to know,

finally.

Because not knowing...

had taken a terrible toll
on her, Ted.

When you lose a child, it, uh...

it seems so unfair.

I know.

I lost a son.

And I think you'll
understand that...

you never really recover
from a loss like that.

Read it.

Could you read it
out loud? Please?

"Dear Mrs. Gates,

"I am very sorry that
your son has disappeared.

"I know how terribly
you must feel.

I am sorry for that."

I think

a good person
wrote that letter, Ted.

A man with a conscience.

Someone who made a mistake

and regretted it and carried it
with him the rest of his life.

A mistake that haunted him

till it broke up his marriage

and turned him to alcohol
to dull the pain.

A mistake that
left him broken...

and that he
never recovered from.

You wrote that letter, Ted.

(sobbing)

It was raining.

He was all wet.

That's all.

(continues
sobbing)
Well...

...just tell how you
didn't mean to do it.

Just write down everything.

(continues sobbing)

I would like to file

a motion to dismiss the
charges against my client.

On what grounds, Counselor?

This is absurd,
Your Honor.

The only witness has
recanted her statement.

Hold it. Excuse me.

Hey, don't
mind us, Judge.

FENTON: Excuse me, there's
a court in session here.

Sir, you are out of order.
Hey, I'm not the only one
who's out of order.

Sir, sit down!

I don't want to sit.

Sir, I will
find you in contempt!

The only one in contempt here
is you, Judge!

Judicial misconduct,
solicitation-- tell him.

I'm Vincent Pellegrino

from the Office
of Court Administration.

Please step down,
Your Honor.

And don't call him "Your Honor."

That word's reserved for people
who actually have some.

Hey, Johnny boy.

What is going on?

Well, Judge Fenton
has a starring role
in one of those videos.

He got caught with
his pants down--

both literally
and figuratively.

Ain't that right, Judge?

(gallery murmuring)

That's why he's been ruling
on the side of Johnny Vega.

PELLEGRINO:
This hearing is adjourned,

pending a judicial review.

Hey. Not bad for
a little fish, huh?

Hey, look who's here!

Hey, Dad!
Hey, Dad.

Hey.

I heard what went on in there.

Oh, yeah, classic Danny.

Couldn't wait until
the hearing was over.

He had to burst into
the courtroom on his
big, white horse.

Yeah. Good times.

Hey, we hear the
commissioner got

a signed confession.

Great day for
the family business.

We're gonna go across
the street and celebrate,

pat ourselves
on the back.
Can you come?

I got stuff to do.

Go ahead, you kids go.

Are you sure?

Yeah. I'll take
a rain check.

Bye.

DANNY:
See ya, Dad.

Proud of you.

I knew when they
found Leo's remains

that you'd get
the person responsible.

I know it's
small comfort.

It's the only comfort I have,

that he'll be held accountable.

I understand.

You lost a son, too.

Not a day goes by
I don't think of him.

(sighs)

I have something.

When they found Leo...

this was in his backpack.

(gentle laugh)

(laughs)

Leo loved baseball.

Can I thank you now?

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