All language subtitles for blood crime 2000

Unit 77, hostage situation

at 314 Elm Street.

Shots fired.

Detectives Pruitt and Biggs
are trying a side entrance.

Ready?

Yeah.

Clear?

Clear.

So, what do you think?

I think with all that noise,
we lost the element of surprise.

Not exactly stealth,
are we?

I'm talking about you.

I can hear those corduroys
rustling two blocks away.

Close the door, sir.

You never heard of slacks?

Screw you.

I got my first collar
wearing these pants.

Freeze! Drop the weapon!

Crossing.

Drop the weapon!

Gun!

Pru, what are you doing?

Look at
her hands, Roy!

They weren't tied together.
The guy's the hostage.

You shot my wife!

All right, ma'am.
And then?

My husband,
he called 911.

Then they take
him hostage.

I give it six months,
you'll be back wearing a badge.

Except in Mayberry,

you'll be hiding in speed traps

and chasing lost cats
out of trees.

What? You got some sudden
yearning for boredom?

Life, Roy.
I got a yearning for life.

Can't you feel that feeling?

You're not going to be
in the heat of it all.

I'm going
to start a family.

You were born
to be a detective, Pru.

It's in your blood.

I don't want it anymore.

Last chance!

You were born
to be a detective, Pru.

Do you want to talk
about what happened?

Sometimes it's better

if I don't
tell you everything.

I know it must be hard
for you to leave.

I love that
we're leaving here.

I love
that we're never coming back.

Now, why is there sleeping bags
in the trunk of my car?

Well, you know,

sometimes it's better

if I just
don't tell you everything.

I forgot how far it was.

Are you tired?

A little.

We'll stop soon,
get a drink.

I think you want to get me
drunk, have your way with me.

That's the current plan.

Wait, one minute.

No, less.

It's a lot further than that.

Wait. Wait. No, wait.

Look.

That's beautiful,

but that's not
where we're moving.

Well, that's correct,

but it is actually
where we're staying tonight,

under the stars
and the moonlit sky.

I heard a realtor
talk about it.

Apparently, it's beautiful
and incredibly romantic.

You mean sleep outside?

Well, yeah.

We've been cooped up
in "box land" for a month.

Come on, honey. Please.

Please.

You're giving me that look.
You're giving me that look.

Yes!

All right.

Oh, no.

How are you holding up?

I'm tired.

Nothing that a little
room service wouldn't cure.

Forget it.
We're camping, country man .

Suddenly,
I could use a drink.

Well, welcome
to the Morningstar.

I'm just going to go
to the little girls' room.

What can I get you?

Yes. Two shots of Cuervo
and a Coke back.

Okay.

That wild thing
must belong to you.

Excuse me?

That's your 1966 Ford Mustang
out there, ain't it?

Dual exhaust, wide-ass tires.

It's a 1967 Fastback.

It's worth some real dough.

Yeah.

It's a lot of engine
for just one man.

You two just passing through?

We came up the Coast Highway.

My wife says it's twice as long,
but it's twice as pretty.

Yeah. Well, Helensville's
pretty quiet, I'll say that,

like most places around here.

Where you guys staying?

We are camping out.

We've got some pretty scenery
around town. It's God's country.

Is there another place
we can grab a bite?

Only place is the Stop-n-Shop.
It's two miles down the road.

Thanks.

Thank you.

She says, "I can't do a guy

who has 'Winona Forever'
tattooed on his chest."

Hurt like a bitch scraping
part of that off.

Now she won't call me.

Man, you're stupid.

What's it say now?

"Wino Forever."

You guys catch a load
of that city man's ride?

Yeah. I saw his ride.

Twice as long
and twice as pretty.

You never
camped out as a kid?

No.

You must
have wanted to.

Not really. No.

Oh, just like that, "No."

Let me think about it
for a second. No.

Cub Scouts have campouts.
You were a Cub Scout.

That's only because

I thought chicks
would dig the uniform.

Oh, my God.TpYou're unbelievabl.

I got it.

You were right.
It's amazing.

Yeah.

What would you ever do
without me?

I will never
be without you.

If they blindfolded me

and put you somewhere
on the planet...

I'd find you.

Really?

You that good a detective?

What if
you couldn't find me?

Well, then I'd spend
the rest of my life

telling everybody
about you.

Thank you, darling.

Hey, Jonah.

Feels a little light
again, Bobby.

I wouldn't know.

That's what the Indian
gave me, okay?

Let's have a drink.

Can it wait? I've got to go
take care of some things.

I think I worked up
an appetite.

I think we both did.

There's that little convenience
store down the street.

Cheetos and chili dogs.

I'll go.

No. You stay here.
You wanted the view.

Enjoy.

Honey, come on.

You've been driving all day.

Wait a sec.

You think I drive too slow.

I think if you drive any slower,
you'd be going backwards.

Oh. Good.

Good one.

In case you see a bear
or something.

Well, if I do, you might
want to help the bear.

I'll be right back.
I love you.

I love you too.

I'll love you even more
when you bring me food.

Cheetos and chili dogs.

Chips, candy, salsa.

All right,
I'll be right back.

Hello.

Not from around here, are you?

Why do you say that?

License plates.

But I would have known anyhow
by the way you move.

How do I move?

Like a man in a real big hurry.

I'm sorry. I'll pay for it.

Jess! Jessica!

Oh, my God. Jess.

Jess, I'm here.

Jess, I'm sorry.

Help me.

Never there when you need 'em.

I was about ready
to give up on you,

then I noticed
the truck was still here.

I was just...
Listen, I've got to get home.

What's the problem?

I don't have a problem.

Maybe I could
take care of it.

Don't I always
take care of it, Bobby?

You can't.

Don't worry.
I'll handle it.

Worry? I'm not worried.

See, Bobby, money can always
be replaced, but--

Listen, Jonah,
I've just got to go, okay?

Okay, Bobby.
I'm not stopping you.

Son of a bitch!

Get out of the car!

Calm down. Calm down!

It's him! It's him!

Oh, no.

No! No!

Take a look at her.

Look at her.
See what you did?

This ain't right.

See what you did?

No, man! No!

Stop. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Please don't shoot me.

Get up. Get up!

I need help!

I need help! Get a doctor!

Emergency in the lobby.

I'm Dr. Leeds. Nurse!

This is my wife, Jessica.

Tell me what happened.

She was attacked.
I don't know.

Baby, baby.

Calm down.

Get me an EKG.
Start a drip.

I'll need
10 milligrams of Valium.

Jessica? Can you hear me?

It's okay now.

That's him!
That's him!

Nurses only.

Okay, back away
and get me that Valium.

We need to look after her.
Wait here.

Jess, I'll be right here.

We'll take care
of everything.

You'll be fine.

Excuse me.

I need to use a phone.

You can use this one.

No, it's private.

Is there one outside?

Just around the corner.

Helensville
County Sheriff.

I need a sheriff, please.

He's out on
a personal matter.

Can you tell me
what it's about?

No. When will he be back?

Can't say.

Would you like to leave
a message?

Dr. Leeds? How is she?

She's got
a nasty concussion.

We're doing a rape kit.

I'm sorry, I have to
ask you this.

When was the last time

you had sexual relations
with your wife?

It was about
an hour before.

There's no sign
she was actually raped.

She's lost some blood,
but you already know that.

Can I see her?

There's no treatment
other than time.

Right now she needs to rest.

Any excitement at all

could send her
back into shock.

These are skin scrapings
from under her nails.

I'm sending them
to a lab in Seattle.

I was a detective
in Seattle.

If you address those to
Roy Biggs and put my name on it,

I'll call ahead
and speed things up.

Okay. Yeah, that would
be helpful, thank you.

One more thing...

That orderly--

Has been here all night.

Your wife is in
delayed shock.

I'd better phone the sheriff.

He's here.

Down in the basement,
level one.

Where do you think you're going?
This area is off-limits.

I need to talk
to the sheriff.

Sheriff's busy right now.

Well, go un-busy him.
It's an emergency.

Yeah, what?

Daniel Pruitt, sir.

I know who you are, detective.

How?

Your wife's admitting form.
What can I do for you?

Can we talk?

No. We just talked.

Please excuse me.
I have another matter.

All due respect, sir,

but my wife was just attacked
in your jurisdiction.

I wasn't some flatfoot
guarding a Dairy Queen.

I worked Homicide
six years in downtown metro,

so, cop to cop,

I know you just didn't tell me
you have another matter.

Homicide. So what?
What's your point?

I want in on this investigation.

Look, my wife was
practically beaten to death.

Come on.

This will only
take a second.

Thanks for doing this, Ed.

It's not a problem,
Morgan.

He's okay.

What have you
got for me so far?

It wasn't a fair fight.

His hands are pretty clean,
mostly defensive wounds.

From the lividity,

I'd say he's been dead
about two hours.

Eye socket's fractured.

Rectangular lacerations
with jagged markings

are imprinted
on the cheekbone,

but not from, say,
somebody's ring.

See here?

It looks to me
like he's been pistol--

Hey, not now.

See here?

Like, from underneath
the grip of an automatic.

It's got to be
9 millimeter.

Beretta maybe,
or it could be a Glock.

Cause?

Cerebral hematoma.

The back of his skull
is cracked.

Would you all give me a moment,
please?

My God.

Something wrong, detective?

What? Aside from
my wife being attacked?

For a second back there,

I thought maybe
you'd seen him someplace before.

Listen,
you can tell the sheriff.

You tell me on the way.

Your wife shouldn't
be disturbed till morning.

I'll have you
back by then.

I think I'm going
to stay here.

I need to talk to you.

You're...

You're from Seattle?

Yeah.

How'd you hear about
the campsite?

My wife heard it from a realtor.

We got the directions
at a bar called the Morningstar.

So someone could have heard you
talking about going up there?

Well, we weren't whispering.

And then you left her alone.

I went to the store.

I left my gun.

What kind of a gun?

.38, service-issue revolver.

You only carried the one?

Yeah.

The thing is, detective...

we found this.

One shot fired.

Yours?

You found it at the campsite?

No, we found it
at the murder scene.

Which...means to me

the same man
committed both crimes.

He could have taken it
from the campsite

where he attacked your wife...

and then lost it when he...

That is my son in there.

Someone ran him off the road
and then murdered him.

I'm sorry about your son.

Thank you.

Sheriff?

Morgan.

What?

My name. Morgan.

Morgan.

You think these crimes
are connected?

Two assaults, same night.
A few miles apart.

It's a good bet, no?

Apparently...

this wasn't the weapon
my son was pistol-whipped with.

So do you have any leads?

I have ideas.

Sheriff?

Yeah. Go ahead, Dave.

I cross-checked suspects
with those priors:

assault and batteries, rapes.
You're right. I got a name.

Yeah. I'm listening.

It's that bookie, John Drexel.
Remember him, Mac?

Oh, yeah. Read me his resume.

Gambling conviction, did a
couple of stretches in Lompoc.

Two double-As and a double-L,
that's this year alone.

I asked around.

Sounds like Bobby
was into him for a bundle.

I settled that debt personally.

Bobby must have went back,
Sherrif.

Where is he?

His brother says
he's over at J.B.'s.

Did you get that, detective?

Two aggravated assaults,
another for lewd and lascivious.

Who is he?

He's a creep.

Where you going?

Wait in the car.

I said wait in the car.

What did you do?
I didn't do nothing.

What did you do?

I didn't do nothing.

Come here.

You want to tell me?
Tell me what you did.

You want to tell me?

McKenna!

Suspect resisted. Suspect died.

You want
to tell me?

Tell me. That's it.
Come on. Come on. Come on.

Enough. Enough.

Whatever you think he did,

you need evidence
to prove it.

Okay.
All right.

Where's the bathroom?

Down the hall.

I need to get back
to the hospital.

Be with my wife.

Why don't you let her rest?

I'll get you back there
in a couple hours.

You look like you could use
a little rest yourself.

I'm not tired.

Couch is yours
if you change your mind.

I'm making some coffee.

If you want something harder,
it's in the cabinet.

I'll take some coffee.

All right.

Take that shirt off.

What?

Take the shirt off.

Why?

It's wet, full of blood.
I'll throw it in the machine.

That was Bobby
about 10 years ago.

So were you and your son close?

Uh...

No, not of late, anyway.

Truth is
we weren't even speaking.

And...damn shame of that

is that earlier tonight
he left me a message...

on the answering machine.

That was...

the first time I heard his voice
in a long time.

What did he say on the message?

Not much, really.

He sounded like

he was in some kind of fix
and he needed to talk.

Probably about money.

I just
was out in the field.

So, what did he do around here?

Worked for
this Jonah Ganz.

He owned that bar

you were in
earlier tonight,

along with
some other interests.

He's got
his greedy little fingers

in a bunch of pies.

I have yet to be able
to break one of them.

Why would he work
for a guy like that?

Paid well.

Right.

Yeah?

Okay.

Drexel's got an alibi, airtight.

You got something
you want to say to me?

No, sir.

I can't imagine
what you're going through,

but whoever
did this to my wife...

I want justice too.

Okay, then you help me
get this son of a bitch.

Yeah, I'll help you
any way I can.

And when you catch him,
what do you intend on doing?

Not miss.

You're not serious?

This ain't the city.

Only God is watching.

We're police officers.

We take an oath
to uphold the law.

We don't have to agree with it.
We just have to abide by it.

So if I gave you a chance
to get even...

with the guy
that attacked your wife,

you wouldn't take it?

I don't know what I'd do.

The hell you don't.

Everyone.

Gentlemen.

This is Detective Pruitt.

He's going to be assisting us
in both investigations.

I expect you to show him
the same respect you do me.

Let's go back to work. Let's go.
Not one stone unturned, okay?

Not one damn stone.

Can I have one of those?

Help yourself.

Thanks.

Daniel!

Daniel.

You know,
it just occurred to me.

You probably came
down this road last night

on the way to the hospital.

You happen to see anything?

I'd have told you.

Remember, we're looking
for any sign of a 9 mm.

You'll be here
if I need you?

Yeah.

Listen.

She may be the only
real witness we have, so...

if she's up to it,
see if she remembers anything.

So she can relive
this whole nightmare

in some damn trial?

There won't be any trial.

Bobby struck down
the power line...

probably causing
an outage in the area,

so let's start
by getting a time frame.

Have we ruled out robbery?

That's been
bugging me, Mac.

Perp stole a .38
from that campsite,

but took nothing from Bobby.

We found his wallet
and his watch still on him.

With Bobby, it was personal.

What about this?

Why pistol-whip with a .9
when he'd lifted Pruitt's .38?

I'm stuck on that too.

We recovered two sets of prints
from the gun, not three.

They belong to Pruitt
and his wife.

Where'd you get Pruitt's?

He's a cop.
They're on computer file.

I got his wife's from
personal items at the campsite.

Maybe our man
wiped his own prints off.

And left the other two intact?

No, he definitely dropped
that .38 by accident

at the struggle.

We've got to get some prints.

Where do we start?

Where do we start?

Why would someone want him dead
so bad they beat him to death?

A man has a gun on you,
you'd do whatever he says...

even let him knock you around.

Look, it's the middle
of the night,

middle of nowhere,
no witnesses.

If you wanted to kill him,
you'd just shoot him.

I mean, why take
the time to beat him?

That's my point.

I mean,
there's lots of motives...

but this guy's...

this guy's was rage.

Make a list
of the people

that are least likely
to mourn Bobby's passing.

Oh, and he also left me
a message at about 10:00.

Find out where that call
came from.

Sheriff, what about
this Detective Pruitt?

What about him?

Maybe we should
check him out some more.

Save it. He's a cop.

He's going through
the same thing I am.

Dr. Cody to the pharmacy.

Dr. Cody to the pharmacy,
please.

Dr. Graham and Dr. Stephen
to ICU.

Dr. Graham and Dr.Stephen
to ICU.

It's an emergency.

Come on.

Thanks, man.

Sorry about that.

Detective Bureau. Biggs.

Hey, Roy, it's Pru.

Hey, retired country man.

Don't tell me.

The boredom's
got to you already.

Listen, partner,
I need a favor.

And I need it
really quick.

Dr. Leeds?

I need you to check
with lab processing.

There's an evidence bag
coming to you

from a hospital upstate.

My name's on it.

Evidence?
Why would your name be--

I'm helping out
a sheriff

with a sexual
assault case.

Roy, the envelope

has a blood swatch
and some skin scrapings.

I need the lab
to cross the samples

and tell me if they
come from the same guy.

Can you do that?

Sure I can.

Danny,
is everything okay?

How's Jess?

I'll fill you in later.

And don't tell
anyone else.

Don't talk
to anyone else.

I'm on it.

I'll call back.

Killer.

Car. It's a killer.

Why would he have
your picture in his wallet?

I was his girl
for a while.

Didn't last long.

Why not?

He hardly
ever touched me.

Finally, I just
broke it off.

Was he angry
about that?

Him? Angry?
The son of a bitch stole my car.

So did you turn him in?

No, his daddy found out
and brung it back.

Whole thing
was sort of funny at first...

and after that, I hated him.

Why's that?

He beat
the living crap out of me.

He beat
the living crap out of me.

It's him! It's him!

Morgan.

Morgan,
I need to talk to you.

Not now.

There's something
I need to tell you.

Wait. I want
to show you something.

What is it?

It's another shot.

Come on.

Here. Take a look.

Get something this time?

Yeah.

He was at the bar
with some other men.

He was with Bobby.

When he and Bobby
worked for Ganz, they...

Anyway,
his name's Jay Redmond Sawyer.

You don't remember talking
to anybody besides the barmaid?

There was a lot of people
at the bar, though.

And you don't remember
seeing my son there?

I can't be sure.

Well, maybe your wife
will remember him.

What? Forgot to pee?

You need more evidence than this
to link him to either crime.

Listen, he's a registered
sex offender.

He was at the bar with Bobby.

Someone saw him
with a handgun last week.

What the hell's
the matter with you?

Come on, detective.
You ride with me.

You must think
you're pretty smart.

What's that supposed to mean?

I guess you'd have to be,

passing your detective exam
so young and all.

The job wasn't what you think.

Sometimes you're just
lucky to get home.

That's the thing about luck.

It often runs out
when you least expect it to.

Think I could ever be
a hotshot detective like you,

Mr. Pruitt?

I don't really know.

Yeah, you must be one smart cop.

I guess
all those merit citations

cancel out
those justifiable homicides.

You checking up on me?

Have I done something
to offend you, Deputy Forrest?

May I call you David?

No, you may not.

You listen to me, detective.

We don't need outsiders
telling us how to do our job.

We know how to do our job.

Morgan asked me

to help with this case
directly or indirectly.

I don't care what he told you.

I know
you're involved in all this,

directly or indirectly.

You stay.
You guard the entrance.

The only other way out's
that back alley.

You watch that.

If you have to shoot,
don't miss, okay.

Yes, sir.
Mac, can I have a word?

Yeah, just a sec.

You might need this.

I took the liberty

of having Tustin
reload it for you.

Go upstairs, look around
for Red, but don't do anything.

Just wait for me,
all right?

What?

But I might remind you--

No calls.

The young man

has been paying off
his casino markers

with your money.

Such men who find
themselves in debt

sometimes panic,

maybe threaten to make our
arrangement together public.

And that, Mr. Ganz,
can never happen.

Yes.

Well...

A new man
will be making the pickups,

starting this weekend.

I don't like being here.

Don't make me come back.

I said no more calls.

I'm sorry, sir.
It's the police.

A Detective Pruitt.

Get a number.

He's not calling, sir.
He's here.

Can I help you?

I'm here to question
one of your employees.

I assume you have a warrant.

Red Sawyer's an ex-convict.
We don't need a warrant.

Can you find Red Sawyer
and ask him to come up here?

Yes, sir.

McKenna.

I'm truly very sorry.

Almost had a heart attack
when I heard about Bobby.

You need a heart for that.

This is hardly the time

to allow bad blood
to boil between us.

Bobby was an important man
in my business.

I'd just given him a promotion.

He was like a son to me.

He was my son.

We both have the same interests
here, sheriff.

To right a terrible wrong.

Mr. Pruitt, isn't it?

Try one of my Montecristos.
Cubans.

Just got them yesterday.

Had a hell of a time
getting them over here,

but well worth the trouble.

No thanks.

Well, yes. They are illegal.

You're not here to arrest me,
are you?

Cut the crap.

McKenna,
why don't you just get off me?

I loved Bobby.

You.

You stay
out of my face.

Hey, boss, what's up?

We've got you on
a parole violation.

Come down to the station
with us. We need a little chat.

Gun!

Drop it!

Call an ambulance.

You want to tell me
what you were doing back there?

No.

You tried to kill him, Morgan.
You almost killed me.

Well, next time,
don't impede my investigation.

You want to call this
an investigation?

This is your own
personal manhunt.

Listen, son,
you've got enough problems.

You want another
one right now?

The thing is,
Forrest was shot with a 9 mm.

You tell me why this guy
would run if he wasn't guilty?

Why?

Where's Red now?

They're sewing him up.

We got him guarded.

He's going to spend
the night here.

Look, I want to
interrogate him.

Yeah, so do I.

You can't beat
the truth out of him.

Is that right?

You want the truth?

You know exactly what I want.

Yeah.
You made that pretty clear.

Tomorrow, first thing,
we'll go by the crime scene,

find whatever evidence we need
to clean this thing up.

I want you there.
You got a place to say tonight?

I'll be right here.

Oh, yeah. I'm sorry...

Is she making any progress?

No.
She's still pretty out of it.

Well, when she's
a little more alert,

I'd like to show her
Red's mug shot.

Doc says that's too risky,
that it could--

This is not a request.

You like it or not,
she's got to be questioned.

Don't you mean interviewed?

She's a victim,
not a suspect.

You listen.
Your wife was attacked.

That's a damn tragedy...

but she is still alive.

Doc,
we're leaving in the morning.

Sheriff McKenna says

she's a material witness
in two felony crimes.

Now, I had to
sedate her again...

but I think he aims on
hearing what she has to say.

There's something else.

We couldn't save the baby.

No, that's a mistake.
She's not pregnant.

Actually, she was.
About five weeks.

I'm sorry.

Jess. I'm here. Jess.

I'm sorry.

No. I'm sorry.
I'm so sorry.

I shouldn't
have left you.

Everything's
going to be okay.

Morning.

Morning.

We'll leave in the morning.

Dog. Dog.

Knife.

Morning. Morning.

Jess, who did this to you?

Morning.

Sir, what happened
to that machine?

Oh, it's on its way
to the junkyard.

Skin scrapings and blood
from that shirt

are the same type, B negative,

but you know
that don't mean squat.

I'm going to have to wait
for the DNA.

They did find something odd

in that blood
on the guy's T-shirt.

What is it?

It's chock-full
of anabolic steroids.

One major side effect,
no lead in his pencil.

Know what I mean?

Guy like that

probably wouldn't
try to rape anybody.

Danny, you still there?

Yeah. I'm still here.

Your sheriff pal

sent over another blood sample
to be matched

a couple of hours ago.

Name on it was Redmond Sawyer.

This McKenna,
he was asking some questions.

What did he want to know?

Spoke to the cap
about your service record.

You want to tell me
what's going on?

Roy...

I don't want
to get you in the middle of it.

I'll call you back.

Sheriff?

What?

We got a bullet casing.

Son of a bitch.
It's a 9 mm.

Can I see that?

If that matches Red's gun,
I'd say that's all I need.

You have the ability to check
something like that out here?

Do we have the ability?
Yes, boy, we damn sure do.

Yes, we do.

Come on,
let's put an end to this.

So, Smitty...

Red's guilty, right?

Yes, sir.
He shot David, sir.

I mean, my kid.

If he did, it wasn't
with the gun that he had.

Ed compared the grip
of his Beretta

with the marks
on Bobby's face.

Said they don't match up.

What about
the bullet casing?

Sorry, sir.
The case you brought in

wasn't fired
from Red's gun.

Um...

Wait for the blood to match
the finger scrapings.

Sir?
Yeah.

Seems Bobby's truck did cause
a power outage near the highway.

The lights went out
around 11:00.

11, huh?

That's right.

Wayne's got
those impressions.

He's been working

on getting a size and type
for the suspect's tire.

He says he's close.

Well, where is he?

Outside,
dropping off Red's pickup.

I thought those tire impressions
were too smudged to make out.

We got
a pretty good one.

Is that Forrest's desk?

Yeah.

He wanted me to find some
evidence bag he collected

and get it to McKenna.

Excuse me.

You looking
for something?

These were
the first photos taken?

Yeah.

Who was on the scene first?

I was.

Look. In all these photos,

the doors to the trailer,
they're open.

Yeah, that's right.

They were open when I got there.
Wide open. So?

Is there a way they can be
unlocked from the inside?

No. Not unless
they were busted open.

Were they?

Did you examine the bolt?

What's this
got to do with anything?

I locked the doors
before I had it towed.

I didn't see any evidence

to suggest
that bolt had been broken.

Cerebral hematoma.

The blow that killed him
was to the back of the head.

Someone went back there
and surprised him.

Maybe so.

You expect me
to talk?

I expect you to die.

Morgan! Morgan!

Get off!

You see that, man?

He tried to end me.

You better help me,

or I'll wake him up
and find a bigger pillow|

I didn't kill anyone.

Word is you never
left the bar,

but you saw Bobby leave.

He left for an hour.
But he came back.

He went to the campsite
for my wife.

Your wife? Bobby? Hell, no.

I've got proof.

He went to steal your damn car.

How'd he
get up there?

I don't know.

What did Bobby do for Ganz?

He was making Jonah's pickups
from the Indian casino.

You know, kickbacks.

But Bobby
was skimming off the top.

How'd you find that out?

Same way I know you were making
Bobby pay you to keep quiet.

How could you know that?

You just told me.

Well, so what?

I knew Jonah would find out
sooner or later.

He couldn't have Bobby
telling his dad

about the poison being dumped
on the reservation.

He figured he might
try to blackmail him

if he didn't back off
about the money.

But Bobby never would
have talked. Never.

No. He left a message
on his dad's machine that night.

What do you think he said?

I don't know.

He was going to leave town,
but...

Somebody killed him.

Yeah.

I heard it was you.

Anyway, when he came back to the
Morningstar, he was alone.

He said your car
wasn't up there, but...

Morning.

He seemed messed up,
scared.

Morning...star.

You know anybody who has a dog
and carries a knife?

A lot of guys around here
carry knives.

He was alone when he came back
the first time.

What about when he left
the second time?

The last I saw him,
he was with Jonah.

Why don't you go bug him?

It's Friday. He'll be
at the fight club on Ninth.

One more thing.

Where'd Bobby stash the money?
Don't tell me the bank.

Find Bobby's truck.

There's a panel
under the driver's seat.

He used to keep it
in a gym bag in there.

I don't get it.

It's the wrong gun,
wrong blood.

It's all right.

You just need
to sleep it off.

What? The liquor

or the chokehold
you put on me?

Sorry about that.

Hey...

Your dad alive?

Yeah.

Is he a cop?

Yeah.

Whatever I couldn't do...

or I didn't do for my son
when he was alive...

I...

I've got to make it
up to him now.

You understand that, don't you?

Yeah. I understand that.

Well, good night.

Dad?

It's Bobby.

I tried you earlier, but...

Listen, Dad,
I've got to tell you something.

It's bad.
I'm trying to stop it.

Look, I can't talk right now.

I'll try you later on, okay?

Dad?

I'm sorry.

We're closing up.

Come back tomorrow.

Detective Pruitt.

I'm looking
for the washing machine,

came here from the hospital.

Why?

Because I work in the None of
Your Damn Business Division.

They're over there.

Turn those lights back on.

I can't. They're on a timer.

For God's sake, Billy.

If you don't throw a jab,
he'll do that every single time!

Tough sport, boxing.

So they say, detective.

You ever throw on the gloves
yourself for competition?

Yeah. Back in the day.

You?

No, no, no, no.

I prefer the corner.

That's where you really
control the fighters.

You got
another one of those?

Sure.

Thanks.

Glad to see someone

who can appreciate
the finer things.

Billy, if you're not
going to trade jabs,

then get out of
the damn ring!

Bobby enjoy the finer things?

Bobby's taste in tobacco

ran closer to Camels
than Cubans.

Something he learned
from his father.

So he never smoked one of these?

I would say not.

Well, I found one
in Bobby's rig.

It was a Montecristo.

One of yours?

Attaboy, Billy!

Go after him!
Go after him.

Bobby was using one of my
company trucks to get around.

I could have left that
in there anytime.

I considered that,
but you said these Cubans

only just arrived on the day
that Bobby was killed.

You did say that, right?

Meaning?

Meaning, if you only
just got them,

how could they be in Bobby's rig
any time before that night?

Is this going somewhere,
detective?

Yeah, it is.

And so are you.

Mr. Ganz.
Mr. Ganz, I did it.

Deputy, I want to press
full charges against this man.

Hey!

Harassment,
police brutality, assault.

Hey! Hey!

A little out of your province
here, detective.

Called
a citizen's arrest.

Yeah, well you picked
a pretty prominent citizen.

What's the charge?

Murder.

And who did he
supposedly kill?

Bobby McKenna.

I see.

And how
do you know that?

You check his prints,
they'll match the ones found

on the cigar band
I found in Bobby's truck.

This man isn't even
a police officer.

How can you trust
the integrity of any evidence

he may have planted in my truck?

Sorry, Jonah.

If Mr. Pruitt has something
to say about this investigation,

McKenna is going to listen.

I found this in a panel

underneath the seat
of Bobby's truck.

Ganz killed Bobby
because he caught him stealing.

You tell McKenna
what I said.

Maybe you better tell him.

What exactly is this?

The nail in his coffin.

I don't understand
why we're in such a hurry.

That would take too long
to explain.

Sometimes it's better

if you don't have to
tell me everything.

You're just going to
have to trust me.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

All right.

Ready?

Yeah.

Where are you going?

We're leaving.

Thank you
for your concern.

He what?

Brought Ganz in
late last night.

Claimed he killed Bobby

over some money he found out
Bobby was stealing from him.

Hell of a lot of cash.

His lawyer's been coming
around here like clockwork.

Where did Pruitt
come up with all this?

He found that cigar band
in Bobby's truck.

Claimed Ganz's prints are on it.
That you'd understand.

I checked.
There is a thumbprint.

Mean anything to you?

Yeah. It's Cuban.
Ganz just got them.

Look, you searched
that truck.

How the hell did you miss
all this cash?

How is that possible?

He claimed it was in a panel
under the seat.

Look, Mac,
something else.

What?

After Pruitt left,
Wayne came by here.

Had these with him.

Claims the impressions
we found by the roadside

match the Whitestone tires
on Pruitt's car.

Exact same tire type.

I talked to David.

He found a section
of Whitestone tire

at the murder scene.

Now, I looked
all through his desk,

and I couldn't find it.

Morgan, you said yourself
you had a blowout recently.

Pruitt could have taken evidence
from here anytime.

What are you saying?

Wayne also brought over
a 9 mm automatic. A Glock.

He found it stuffed in the frame
of a washing machine

at the junkyard.

And, so?

Those machines were only just
taken there from the hospital.

The prints on the .9
are Pruitt's.

I called his captain back.

He says all metro detectives
are issued a .38.

Yes, I know that.

Well, his primary
was a .9 Glock.

Yeah.

Well?

The shell casing you found

was fired from the .9
that Wayne brought in.

All right.

Call the hospital.

Get somebody over to his wife's
room. That's where he'll be.

Doc Leeds said
he just took her and left.

Why don't you wait till tomorrow
to tell me that?

Danny, can you slow down?

Jess...

you were attacked.

You pointed a man out
and told me he was the one.

He wasn't.
Now that man's dead.

I didn't do it.

The best thing for us to do
is get out of here.

Danny...

Danny, he had tattoos.

He had tattoos.

The dog and the knife?

You were describing
those tattoos.

There was...

there was another man.

He didn't...

He just stood there
and he watched it happen.

I understand now.

You know who did this?

Yeah. I know who did this.

You can't just let him go free.

This is your career, McKenna.
You think about that.

If what Pruitt says
holds water,

it's your life.

You think about that.

Got a fresh eyeball.

He's turned on 21 South,
heading toward the junkyard.

He's probably going there
to pick up his gun.

Everyone stay clear.

I want to handle this on my own.

Danny!

Stop!

Danny. Danny!

Danny, no! No!

Drop it.

Danny!

Drop the weapon.

No.

Don't test me, boy.

Danny!

This is the man
who attacked my wife.

Kill him! He did it!

Start making
some sense, Pruitt.

It's okay now, Jess.

Tell me.

It's him.

Are you sure?
Yes.

You're absolutely sure?

Yes.

All right.

We promised
to help each other.

I'll go first.

Next case.

I didn't kill your son.

You're a liar.

He went up to the campsite
to steal my car.

When the car wasn't there,
Wayne changed the plan on him.

Look, I didn't kill your son.

Look, Morgan.

I found this varsity pin
from his jacket.

He left it there.

That's why he left
the message on your machine.

He needed to tell somebody.

Dad? I'm sorry.

I came barreling down that road
looking for a hospital...

and we almost collided.

Jessica identified him
as the guy,

so I jumped him

and I put him in the back
of the trailer

and I locked the doors.

When your deputies arrived,
the doors were open.

You've seen the crime-scene
photos, Morgan.

Look, I left your son...alone.

He was alive.

It was Ganz.

He was in front of the cab
the whole time.

He went back there
and he finished him.

That's why the cigar band
was in there.

You lied to me.

You've got to believe me.

You've got to believe me,
Morgan.

It was Ganz.

Bobby had things on him
that would bury him forever.

Look at him.

He knows.

He's not going anywhere.

It was Pruitt!

Damn you, McKenna.

Ask his wife. Ask her.
Go on, ask her. She was there.

She saw everything!
She was there!

How the hell
would you know that?

Your boy was a thief, McKenna.

Turn around.

The both of you, turn around.
Turn around.

What are you going to do?
Are you going to shoot me?

A dozen people know
you brought me here.

Yeah. You're right.
I can't shoot you.

Morgan...

I'm sorry.

If there's
anything I can do...

I feel a little better.
How about yourself?

Withholding evidence,

impeding on
a criminal investigation,

aggravated assault.

I'll clean that all up.

Now...

Why don't you just take
your beautiful wife here

and get the hell
out of here?

If you ever come back,
come by and talk to me.