All language subtitles for Cold Case S01E12 Glued

[Jackson Browne singing
"Running On Empty"]

- Hey. Two bucks.
- Here you go.

- Thanks.
- Later, Murph.

♪ Looking out at the road ♪

♪ Rushing under my wheels ♪

$1.29.

I only have a dollar.

- Is this for school?
- Yeah.

Alright, then.

Education's important.

You don't want to end up
like those mutts on the corner.

Get out of here.

- Be careful.
- Thanks, mister.

[dramatic music]

[panting]

[groans]

[music continues]

(Lilly)
'Boss!'

Takeout's getting cold.

Vera's wolfing down the
last of the sweet and sour.

Okay.

The Sixers traded Allen Iverson.

Uh-huh.

Boss..

...food's here.

Oh, thanks, Lil.
I'm not hungry.

You got something
on a cold one?

No, I just come down
to take a look at that case

'every once in a while.'

Any reason?

Tender age.
The kid was eight.

Your job?

[dramatic music]

(Greg)
'No! No!'

'No!'

'No!'

My little boy!

- Tim!
- Calm down, please. Sir.

[sobbing]
Tim!

'Tim!'

Any good leads?

Oh, plenty.
None panned out.

Three black teenagers
were the main suspects.

We nearly had a race riot in the
neighborhood when the kid died.

You wanna take a look at it?

You got something new on it?

No. You got fresh eyes.

Maybe you'll see
something I missed.

Any reason
you're looking back now?

Today?

[chuckles]

What am I,
one of your suspects?

Well, you're avoiding
my questions like one.

Alright.

I can take a hint.

Be mysterious.

[instrumental music]

[theme music]

[music continues]

Tim Barnes was
hit once in the face

below the right eye,
presumably knocked unconscious.

He died of hypothermia.

No prints, no witnesses.

The lead suspect was
a 16-year-old glue-sniffer

named Latrell Richmond.

'Juvenile record
of assault and burglary.'

He and his pals hung out
at a corner by the store

where Tim Barnes
bought that notebook.

You interview him?

That night.

So after the boy
goes into the store?

(Latrell)
'I saw him leave.'

Headed North on Grover.

'What did you do after you saw'

the boy walking North on Grover?

Nothing. Chilled.

You didn't follow him,
maybe try and rob him?

You deaf, Stillman?

'I gotta repeat everything?'

Anyone see you chillin' out
on the corner, Latrell?

Other than your two friends?

No. It was-it was cold out.
Nobody was out.

What about Mr. Murphy,
the store clerk?

- He see you chillin'?
- How do I know?

I stayed away
from that white boy.

Cracker hates the black man
just like the Philly PD.

We released him
into his mother's custody.

We were gonna
box him in the morning

but he'd disappeared by then.

How about his two friends?

They were polygraphed.
Both passed.

One is dead now and
the other's serving time

won't talk to cops.

Latrell's mom around?

Yeah, she and his
two sisters always claimed

they had no idea where he went.

Let's fan out.

I'll go to the parents.
You go to the store clerk.

The clerk was the last
to see Tim alive?

Yeah.

Maybe Jeffries and Vera can
pay Latrell's family a visit.

Good.

Tim loved delivering the mail
with his dad in the summer.

(Lilly)
'Your other two?'

Uh, that's Tina in California.

She's a vet now, lives in
Modesto.

- Mm-hmm.
- And that's Brian.

He's my youngest.

He's a law student
up at Syracuse.

Oh.

Oh, Greg, honey.

'Uh, this is Detective Rush.'

- She's here about Tim.
- What about him?

I'd like to talk to you
about the night he was killed.

Lieutenant Stillman sent me.

- He's lieutenant now, huh?
- Mm-hmm.

He was a nice man.

I told her it was okay.
I can handle it.

Alright.

You wanna know what happened
that night, I'll tell you.

Once.

[crying]

Hey, mom, can I go to the store
to buy a notebook for math?

- Ask your father.
- I got a dollar.

- I'll pay for it.
- I said ask your father.

(Greg Barnes)
'Stop Screaming.'

(Tina)
'Hey, dad, don't hurt.'

Hey, dad can I go to the store

to buy a notebook
for math class?

Tina, your hair's
gotta be washed.

- 'Dad.'
- No, it doesn't.

- Dad.
- What?

Can I go to the store
to buy a notebook?

- Ask your mother.
- But she said to ask you.

Are we done, daddy?

- I said stop squirming.
- Forget you.

Tina, come on, stop squirming.

You have kids, detective?

Because you don't know
the meaning of exhaustion

until you've had
a colicky newborn

on top of two others.

(Greg)
'We were outgunned,
weren't we, honey?'

Three against two.

How much time passed before
you noticed Tim was missing?

Um...two..

'...two and a half hours.'

That's how nuts we were.

Then what'd you do?

We called Tim's friends.

Um, checked around the block

and pretty soon we got scared,
so we called the cops.

By the time they found him..

...Tim was frozen to death.

If we would have just
noticed him missing earlier..

It's okay, sweetie.

Like I said, once is all
I'm gonna tell that story.

[indistinct chattering]

Hey, hey! Hey!

Watch that.

[doorbell rings]

Wilma Richmond?

Detectives Vera, Jeffries.

My daughters told me
you called them.

You ain't gonna
get nothing outta me

you didn't get outta my girls.

Think maybe we can
come in, Ms. Wilma?

Yeah, we're, uh,
sitting ducks out here.

- And it's cold.
- Don't bother the kids none.

Besides, you got blubber on you.

We'll only be a minute.

So your daughters say
they haven't seen Latrell

since the night
he disappeared in 1980.

- Ditto.
- No phone calls, letters?

What did I just say?

Besides, if I knew
where Latrell was

which I don't

you think I'd tell you?

Don't hear me wrong.

I feel bad for that family

but they're not the only ones
lost a boy that night.

I lost my son the same

as they lost theirs.

(Nick Vera)
'So what happened that night'

after you brought
Latrell home from Homicide?

I don't like to
think about that night.

- We can understand that.
- Oh, yeah?

- You lost a boy, detective?
- No, ma'am.

Then why are you talking
about understanding?

Trell was my eldest.

The man of the house..

...but he was still just a boy.

We'll get us a lawyer, Trell.
You ain't gotta run.

We can't afford no lawyer.

Where are you gonna go?

Don't know,
but if I stay here

the police will beat
my ass till I confess.

Pin this murder on me.
You know they will.

- You got any money?
- No.

Here.

- I'm not cleaning you out, mom.
- Take it.

[instrumental music]

16 years old.

Can you imagine
how scared he was?

Your grandkids?

From my daughters.

Thank God I at least have them.

Now if you don't mind

why don't you go harass some
other innocent black people?

Sean Murphy.

Call me Murph, everyone does.

You're a long way from clerking

at the five-and-dime, Murph.

That's what a little
hard work can do.

So..

...this is about Tim Barnes?

I understand you were the
last person to see him alive.

Aside from whoever killed him.

He bought something
from your store?

A black-and-white
composition book.

Was Tim a kid you knew
from the neighborhood?

He came into
the store occasionally.

Never had enough money.
I'd let him slide.

- Felt sorry for him.
- Why is that?

There were these black kids
in the area.

I think they were
picking on him.

They do that a lot?

They were always
hanging around the corner

harassing people.

Mutts had the lazy gene,
if you know what I mean.

You see Tim with
them mutts that night?

You bet I did.

(male #1)
'Hey.'

[instrumental music]

They ever bother you?

No, they knew better.

- You know this guy?
- 'Yeah.'

Yeah, he was
the ringleader of those kids.

- Laquanda or something.
- Latrell.

You didn't actually see
him or any of his pals

hurt the boy though, did you?

If I would have seen something

I would have intervened.

I would have kicked those..

...African American
young gentlemen's asses.

[knock on door]

The Barnes speak highly of you.

How are they doing?

Getting by, I guess.

That kind of wound doesn't heal.

I used to call them a lot.

I-I stopped when I didn't
have anything new to tell them.

- You buying baby furniture?
- No, it's my daughter.

- She's pregnant.
- How far along?

A couple of months.
I just found out.

[chuckles]

Anything from Latrell's family?

Mother and sisters are
sticking to their stories.

- You think he could be dead?
- I doubt it.

Latrell was a survivor of sorts.

So is that the new direction?

Hearing
your daughter's pregnant?

It got me thinking
about this case, yeah..

...and feeling guilty.

About what?

I was working the Barnes job

when my daughter was born.

Yeah, I missed
her birth completely.

My wife, uh..

...wasn't pleased.

I lost my marriage over a case
I couldn't even solve.

Well, no wonder
you don't want back on it.

The sad part is, I do, though.

I want this thing solved.
I want to put to rest.

I get it.

No, you don't..

...but you will one day.

Hopefully before I did.

Murphy's a piece of work

into genetics,
racial superiority.

He thinks Latrell's the doer?

ID'ed him off
his picture in a second flat.

We got something.

Latrell's two sisters,
Lisa and Leslie.

They got three kids apiece.

'But according
to Wilma Richmond'

she has seven grandkids.

Yeah, so who's
lucky number seven?

Thinking maybe he's Latrell's?

We're gonna find out.

We're on the street, boss.

Us, too.

- Going to the crime scene.
- Good.

Ain't too often we got
the assigned available

to go with us.

Uh-huh.

Come on, boss.

Be a big help.

I'll get my coat.

[instrumental music]

Used to be a working
class neighborhood.

Half black, half white.

A lot of racial tension.

[music continues]

This is where Tim died.

Except he was lying
in snow, not slush.

That coffee shop there
was a five-and-dime

where Tim Barnes
bought his notebook.

Where Murphy worked.

In this corner right here

this is where Latrell
and his pals were sniffing glue.

Even the church is
getting a facelift.

(Scotty Valens)
'The Barnes
were Catholics, right?'

(John)
'Yeah. Tim was
in the boys' choir.'

(Lilly)
'You talk to the priest?'

Yeah, Father Declan.

He was in the church
that night

but he didn't see
or hear anything.

There wasn't
a pedophilia scandal

back in 1980, was there?

No. Just pedophilia.

Oh, what, the guy's a priest

so automatically
he's a pedophile?

No, but don't we
got to look at it?

Well, he was close to the family

both the parents and the kids.

Diocese won't disclose
the priest's whereabouts

without a court order.

Oh, you got a relationship
with ADA Kite, right?

What do you mean,
"a relationship?"

I mean, maybe you can
give him a call.

He could help us, uh,
cut through the red tape.

Yeah, I...could call him.

Did a search of Latrell's
mother's phone records.

Other than her daughters

one other name
comes up consistently.

- It's Candace Smith.
- Who's that?

36-year-old nurse
with a 14-year-old boy.

Now Wilma Richmond had a picture

of her kid in her apartment.

Looks to be about 14.

The seventh grandkid?

(Nick)
'Latrell's, maybe.'

With Candace.

Wilma told you to talk to me?

We're here about
her son, Latrell.

Latrell?

Well, that's a name
I haven't heard in a long time.

Um..

...this is a picture of him.

That there was Latrell.

A couple of names back, that is.

When I married him,
he was going by Julius Smith.

(Nick)
'Your boy sure looks like him.'

Don't remind me.

You wouldn't happen to know
where Julius is, would you?

Michael, want to
give us some privacy?

Like I never heard you
badmouthing Julius before.

Go.

Julius Smith is
a low-rent, two-timing

'piss-poor excuse of a man.'

Kicked his worthless butt
out the door six years ago.

He doesn't call,
pay child support?

Child support?

The day he left,
he cleaned me and Michael out.

'Took his own son's Game Boy.'

- He an addict?
- Addict, dealer.

Last I heard, he was
hustling out of the Badlands.

But what did he do now?

You know what?
Don't tell me.

I don't want to know.

You find Julius Latrell

whatever the hell his name is

tell him his son's
a straight-A student.

He's grown up
to be a real man

not like his lying ass.

Yes, ma'am,
we most definitely will.

[instrumental music]

(ADA Kite)
'I went to law school
with Sherman Markey'

one of the diocese's attorneys.

He spared us the rigmarole.

Your Father Declan's
in a retirement home

for priests put
out to pasture.

"Sacred Heart Retirement Home."

Thanks, Kite.

This priest,
he a man-boy-love type?

I hope not, but either way,
I'll find out.

- See ya.
- See ya?

What do you want,
a thank-you note?

We ever going to talk about
that night on the street?

Talk-talk about that night.

Maybe when this case is over.

But then you'll be
on another case.

That's true.

I tell you what.

You're the workaholic.

Call me at home.

I don't care what time.

Okay.

Maybe.

Tonight wouldn't be too soon.

(Lilly )
'Father Declan?'

Yeah?

Valens, Rush, homicide.

Mind putting it
on pause for a minute?

What can I do for you?

You remember a boy
named Tim Barnes?

Of course.
Tragedy.

He was in the boys'
choir at your church.

And on your baseball team,
when you were coaching.

Are you accusing me
of something, detective?

You were transferred
three months after his murder.

At my request.

I'm not a pedophile.

So, why'd you decide to leave?

My white parishioners
blamed the blacks.

I cautioned them against
leaping to conclusions.

My position was not popular.

You don't think the black
kids on the corner did it?

It's not for me to say.

In the case file it says
you went to the Barnes house

the day of the murder.

Yes, Greg Barnes asked me to
check on Nicole.

She was having
a hard time coping.

Needed..

...cheering up.

Tina!

I don't know, father

I-I have these dreams.

What kind of dreams?

Bad ones.

You're tired.

Tired doesn't cover
the half of it.

It's just...three's too many.

Tina, don't do that again!

You see what I mean?

- Mom!
- Not a moment's peace.

- 'Tim hit me.'
- Did you hit your sister?

Did you hit her?

Yeah, did you hit your sister?

- But she made me!
- No buts, Timothy!

I've had it up to here!

What do I have to do?
What do I have to do, huh?

- 'What do I have to do?'
- Nicole, Nicole.

What?

[instrumental music]

I'm sorry.

Why didn't you ever tell
that to Detective Stillman?

Nicole had suffered enough.

Last thing she needed was
cops breathing down her neck.

You ever see Nicole hit Timmy?

She was high-strung, emotional.

But did you ever
see her hit the boy?

Did you talk to Nicole
after Tim died?

Confession is a sacrament.

Protected by both
church and state law.

How about her husband Greg?

- Did he come talk to you?
- I couldn't say.

Couldn't or wouldn't?

Someone confessed to
the murder, didn't they?

'That's why
you left the parish.'

You couldn't stand knowing
one of your parishioners

got away with it.

I wouldn't say, regardless.

Even if that person
killed an eight-year-old boy?

Even if.

Father Declan knows something.

You think Tim's
killer confessed to him?

We already know he was
counseling Nicole Barnes.

And it turns out
she was hospitalized twice

for attempted
suicides since 1980.

Her son was murdered, Lil. It'd
drive any parent over the edge.

According to Declan,
she was over the edge

before Tim was killed.

You must have looked at her.

She said she never left
the house that night.

Her husband and
neighbors backed her up.

I got two words for you,
boss. Andrea Yates.

From what Declan says
Nicole fits the postpartum

psychosis bill to a "T."

I'll give you this

in 1980, that wasn't exactly
on our radar.

I'm gonna talk to her husband.

Don't go to her
until you have to.

District cops and
BD teams in the Badlands

know of a Julius Smith, Aka
Latrell Richmond, in the area.

Gave us an idea of what
block he's hustling out of.

You show his picture around?

Door slams everywhere.

Well, we gotta
flush Latrell out.

Time for "No drugs today?"

Oh, I think so.

What's that?

You'll see.

[upbeat music]

(Will Jeffries)
'Ms. Town and Country doesn't
know the pharmacy's closed.'

I'll give her the heads up.

[music continues]

No drugs today, ma'am.

You're like
a Swiss watch, Greg

on your route just where
your boss said you'd be.

What do you want?

To talk about
the night of the murder.

I've already told you,
once is all you get.

Except you left out
a couple of details.

Like?

Like you asking Father Declan

to look in on Nicole
the day of the murder.

Leave Nicole out of it.

Are you still in contact
with Father Declan?

We stopped going to
church after Tim died.

You bring Tim out
on the route sometimes?

'How do you know that?'

Picture on the mantle.

Him wearing
your postal service hat..

...carrying your bag.

He loved to come along..

...carry the bag.

Yeah?

He was a great kid.

Were Tim and his mom close?

She loved him, same as I did.

I don't doubt that but..

...sometimes people..

...mothers..

...they get so overwhelmed

they do things they regret.

Well, Nicole coped
the best she could.

Then why are you
afraid to tell me

what happened that night?

I don't know what happened.

It was chaos, as usual.

Tim. Timmy!

[crying]

♪ And God only knows ♪

Honey!

Nicole!

Nicole!

Where the hell have you been?

♪ ...unavailable
to the mortal man ♪

- It's freezing out there.
- I don't feel it.

I don't feel a thing.

- What are you talking about?
- Nothing.

♪ Believe we were glidin' down
the.. ♪

Where's Tim?
I can't find him.

What do you mean
you can't find him?

Tim!
Tim? Timmy!

I'm gonna go look outside.

Greg!

What?

I'm sorry.

For what?

Three's too many.

Stay here.

♪ Slip slidin' away ♪♪

Did you ask Nicole
what she was doing outside?

No.

And she never said.

24 years,
you don't discuss it?

My wife is a good woman.

She raised the two
other kids just right.

Now, if she did
something awful

to Timmy that night,
it wasn't her.

Do you understand?

It wasn't her.

I'm going to need
to talk to your wife.

Not without me, you're not.

[upbeat music]

This ain't your corner

and this ain't the beach, fools.
Why you acting like it is?

We're just taking in the sights,
ma'am, enjoying the city.

We gotta make
a living same as you.

That's what we're counting on.

How long you gonna
perpetuate this injustice?

However long as it takes to
locate who we're looking for.

Maybe I can be
of some assistance.

Maybe then you can vamoose
the hell off of my block.

We're looking for Julius Smith.

Julius?
He ain't worth your time.

Know where we can find him?

Can't rat out a brother,
even if he is a punk-ass.

Suit yourself.
You got any mustard?

Mustard? Hell.

No-good,
mustard-eating mother..

Now we're rolling.

Yeah, she'll get Julius' name
all over the village and quick.

[upbeat music]

It's my fault, Nicole.

I never should've
opened my mouth.

No, it's okay, honey.

You're the one who's never
wanted to talk about this.

'I've come to terms
with what I'd done.'

What was that, Nicole?

I went outside..

♪ You know the nearer
your destination ♪

♪ The more you're
slip slidin' away ♪

[instrumental music]

♪ God only knows ♪

♪ God makes his plan ♪

♪ The information's
unavailable ♪

♪ To the mortal man ♪

♪ We're working our jobs ♪

♪ Collect our pay ♪

♪ Believe we're glidin'
down the highway ♪

♪ When in fact
we're slip slidin' away ♪

♪ Slip slidin' away ♪

♪ Slip slidin' away ♪

♪ You know the nearer
your destination ♪♪

I prayed with all
my heart and soul.

For what?

For God to
take away my burdens..

...and he did.

He took away Timmy.

Didn't he?

Is that why you stopped
going to church, Nicole?

'Cause you made that prayer?

It's why I tried
to kill myself too.

Why would anyone
wanna live in a world

where God would answer your
prayers by killing your son?

There she is.

- Hey.
- What are you doing here?

- You didn't call me.
- Um...you know how it is.

Looks like I'm too
late to buy you dinner.

- I talked to that priest.
- Guess it'll have to be drinks.

- What, now?
- Yeah. You mind?

I didn't take you for
a fast-food type, Kite.

You got me all wrong, Rush.

Let me drop these
warrants off at fugitives

and, uh, we'll go.

- You know what we need?
- We need some marshmallows.

Marshmallows? Hell,
we need a bigger fire.

I'm freezing my nuts off.

Check it out.

Yo, detectives.

What's up, man?

You're looking
for Julius, right?

- That's right.
- Got a cell?

Number's up top.

I'll see what I can do.

You do that.

Won't be long now.

Should I, uh, go
into the high school years?

You like talking about
yourself, don't you?

[laughs]

Well, someone has
got to talk about something.

- I talk plenty.
- About work. Nothing good.

What do you want, secrets?

Yeah.

Oh, you letting me in?

Come on, come on,
show me where you live.

- You like cats?
- Sure. Yeah.

- Nice place.
- 'Thanks.'

[meowing]

Oh, dear, God.

I thought you liked cats.

Cats, not...mutants.

- This is Olivia.
- Uh-huh.

And this is..

Tripod?

And you were doing so well.

[instrumental music]

Uh! Oh, what are you doing?

I wanna see it down.

Oh, I-I don't know about that.

Another time, okay?

Why not now?

Because you're..

...because you're
scaring the cats.

I think you got that
reversed, but, uh, okay.

It's a start...at least.

To what?

The adventure.

See ya.

Got the call an hour ago.

Julius is inside,
probably asleep.

I'm ready.

[instrumental music]

(male #2)
'Police!'

(male #3)
'Everybody down!'

Alright, police!
Everybody down!

(male #4)
'Down! Now!'

(male #5)
'We're upstairs!'

[music continues]

Hey, where you going?
Come over here!

Come on, hands up!

- Julius Smith. Where is he?
- I don't know, man.

- I don't know.
- What do you got here?

- What you doing, man?
- What's that, huh?

Julius Smith. Where is he?

Come on, lady.
Those are my rocks.

Come on, please.

Julius Smith, where is he?

In the bag, over there.

[music continues]

Julius Smith.

(Scotty Valens)
'Latrell?'

Latrell?

We gotta bust a cap here,
see if he moves.

Show me your hands.
Lemme see your hands!

Time's done a real number
on you, hasn't it, Latrell?

Latrell?

I don't know any Latrell.

Ah, man..

...you're still around.

Where'd all your hair
disappear to, Stillman?

Same place as
your teeth, Latrell.

Give us a minute, guys.

Why'd you do it, Latrell?

Why'd you kill Tim Barnes?

I didn't kill nobody.

I didn't believe you then
and I don't believe you now.

You ruined my life,
you know that, Stillman?

The parents of that kid

the brother and
sister of that kid

their lives were ruined.

'This case took a toll
on a lot of people.'

- Except you.
- No.

Me too, Latrell.

That boy's death really
messed with your head

didn't it, Stillman?

That boy's name was--

Tim Barnes.
Tim Barnes!

You don't think I know that?

You don't think that
boy's death bothered me none?

Maybe there's a detail
or two type factoid

I failed to mention
way back when.

[instrumental music]

Come here, man.

'Hey, you hear?'

I said come here.

Come here. Where you think
you goin', little man, huh?

- Nowhere.
- 'Nowhere?'

- The store.
- Yeah.

You're damn right,
you're goin' to the store.

- You know why?
- Leave me alone.

You gonna buy us some glue,
you hear me, potsie?

I only have a dollar.

Well, that's
your problem, okay?

'Cause you go in that cracker
store and not bring us our glue

you're gonna wish your
little ass was never born.

You understand?

Good.

Hey, potsie..

...don't be bringing us none
of that Elmer's glue, neither.

Model glue, you hear me?

[music continues]

Why the hell
didn't you tell me that?

Come on, Stillman.

Like I'm gonna tell the police

I threatened to whoop
a white boy's ass

the same night
that white boy gets dead?

If you didn't do it..

...and you haven't
said anything yet

that tells me you didn't,
then who did?

If you got any ideas,
Latrell, now is the time.

That night

when I was leaving my ma's.

I seen that cracker, Murphy

knockin' on the church door.

One of them priests
come out of the, uh..

What do you call them places
where the priests live?

- Rectory.
- Right.

Rectumry.

Dude was wearing
some funky-ass

Phillies pajamas.

Did Murphy go back
inside with him?

No. It got me thinking.

Why's Murphy in need
of spiritual-type counseling?

Think about it, Stillman.

Now, that cracker, Murphy,
he got the-the opportunity

and the motive
to kill that boy.

Well, I'll give you opportunity,
Latrell, but motive?

I got it all figured out.

You kill a white boy, right?

Blame it on the black man!

What happens?

Cops come in, crime go down.

Crime go down,
the real estate prices go up.

Now, I ask you..

...who stood to benefit?

The man buying up all
the real estate, am I right?

And who that?

Sean Crackerjack Murphy,
that's who.

That is one hell
of a theory, Latrell.

It ain't a theory.

That's a hypothesis, Stillman.

Well, now that we got
motive all squared away..

- Crazy theory.
- Hypothesis.

But Murphy going to the priest
is pretty interesting.

Yeah, in the middle of the night

just hours
after Tim Barnes died.

Someone confessed
to Father Declan, boss.

But why would Murphy
kill that kid?

Ask Father Declan.

Oh, Declan hasn't broken

his vow of silence in 24 years.

He ain't gonna break it now.

Maybe he doesn't
need to break it.

Maybe we just need to make
Murphy think he's broken it.

I appreciate your
coming down, father.

And I apologize for giving you
a hard time the other day.

- Don't mention it.
- Oh, here.

So...tell me your idea.

Ah, what I was thinking was this

a baseball league for cops.

The problem is,
I don't know where to begin.

And you, you've got experience
starting up a league, right?

Oh, that was a long time ago.

Well, I could
really use some pointers.

Okay, give me that paper here.

(Sean Murphy)
'That Latrell.'

Ha! Must have been
smokin' way too much crack

coming up with that theory.

I know..

'...pretty far-fetched,
except you did get rich'

'off real estate,
didn't you?'

Where is he?

I-I can't wait to ID
his worthless ass.

Where's the lineup?
Where's Latrell?

We gotta have a
conversation first.

Alright.

You were the detective
on that kid's case.

And you were
the kind store owner

who let Tim slide
when he only had a dollar

for that notebook.

That's right.

Have a seat.

I never guessed

it would be
you sitting in here.

We're exhuming
Tim's body, Murph.

In 1980, we didn't
have DNA testing

but it's a whole
new ball game in 2004.

You don't mind, do you?

I came here to identify
that boy's killer

'Latrell Richmond.'

When's that gonna happen?

Did you see Detective Valens
out there, Murph

'taking down
Father Declan's statement?'

He shed a lot of
light on this job.

Told us how you knocked on
the church door that night.

How he opened it in his pajamas

let you in to confess
to Tim's murder.

Well, a priest can't talk about
what he hears in confession.

(John Stillman)
'That's true.'

Except Declan's retired.

(Lilly)
'And bitter.'

No allegiance
to the church anymore

not after all the scandals.

You...you hate little kids,
is that it, Murph?

I don't hate little kids.

Just black kids.

Tim Barnes was
white, remember?

But he was a thief.

He stole glue from you

for those black kids.

That's an ungrateful
mutt for you.

He betrayed you, huh?

Not just me. Us.

Guys who work an honest day
for an honest wage.

White guys.

Thanks, mister.

[instrumental music]

(Sean Murphy)
'Hey! Hey!'

Come here!
You little mutt!

You think you
can steal from me?

- They made me.
- Don't lie to me, mutt.

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