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How you doing?

Good morning.

(indistinct chatter)

WOMAN:
Help! Help!

Help! Help!
Someone call the police, please!

Help!

Somebody help!

(sobbing)

(whistling sigh)

WOMAN:
Found it.

(chuckles)

It was behind the
English muffins.

(both chuckle)

$4.25...

No, the yogurts
are on sale.

No, only the tropical medley.

The honey and oats are three for two.
(cell phone ringing)

- No, that sign is very misleading.
- Hey, Al.

It looks like everything's
on sale three for two.

- Sorry. I'm sorry. Where?
- So I think

I should get three for two.

No, I...
I can't hear...

All right, I'm on...
I'm on my way. It's just...

Maybe I should call my manager.

Maybe you should scan
these all again...

Okay, hang on a second.
You know what? No need. No need.

Let me call you
right back.

All right, bye.
You got the orange juice

for $6.95, you got the
frozen waffles at $3.80,

you got your two paper towels
at $2.80 apiece,

your raisin wheat at $5.61,

you got your triple
peach yogurt at $4.25--

and I'm sorry,
it's not on sale--

you got your tile cleaner
at eight bucks,

your rosemary chicken breasts--
$4.44 a pound

for 1.87 pounds--

which gives you
a grand total

of $42.31.
$42.31.

There you go.

20 bucks. Keep the change.

Have a great day.

We'll take the apartments
in this building.

You canvass the adjacents.

Looks like our perp forced
his way in through the rear,

so we're looking
for anyone hanging around

where they
shouldn't be.

Hi.

Good morning, Wells.

You, uh, running out
of wardrobe?

You wore those jeans like,
what, five, six days ago?

No, I didn't.

True.

But I made you think about it,
and that makes me happy.

Oh, that's sad.
What do we got?

Mary Hansen, 27.

Legal Aid attorney.

A friend came by
to go jogging,

found the body.

Time of death
near 2:00 a.m.

Perp probably broke
a back window,

then left through
the front door.

(camera shutters snapping)

Blunt-force trauma?

ROE:
Panties removed.

Maybe sexual assault.

Let's try and get the M.E.
to make this a priority, okay?

Always.

ROE: I got a friend
in Legal Aid.

Subpoena for her client list
will take forever.

I'll try to get
something out of him

while we're waiting.
- Okay.

AL:
Woman who called it in

is sitting in an RMP outside.

We should talk to her,
see if there's

a hotheaded boyfriend
in the picture.

Well, there are two bedrooms.

One's all flowers and pillows.

The other one's
sweaty gym socks.

- She has a male roommate.
- Yeah.

Well, it's awfully
early in the morning.

Where is he?

Hey, Archer,
can I have a bag, please?

I've got fiber.

Okay, so there's no cameras
in the alley

that might have caught our perp
coming or going.

Any illegal backdoor cameras?

Uh, not that I saw.

Uh, but 'cause of
the rain last night,

there was a muddy boot print
in the concrete.

Uh, CSU's going to lift it,
then photo it.

Well, I got a fabric sample,

so maybe we hang around here
long enough,

we can pull together
a whole outfit.

Hi. I'm Detective Burns.

This is
Detective Wells.

Laura.

You told the uniformed officer
you and Mary were going jogging?

When I got here, the...
the door wasn't closed,

so I went in and...

Any thoughts

about who we should talk to?

Did she have a boyfriend?

Was there an angry neighbor,
client from work?

No.

Uh, not that I know of.

What about her roommate,
the big guy?

Uh, big socks.

Kevin?

They've lived together
about a year or so.

I don't... I don't
really know him that well.

And they were just roommates?

She wasn't looking
for anything else.

She told me recently she thought
he was sort of into her.

Well, did she tell him
she wasn't interested?

I don't know.

She moved in with him
because he made her feel safe.

You know, with her job,
she thought having

a court officer around--
a big guy like Kevin--

he'd be able to protect her
if... if anything ever happened.

Do you know where

we might, uh...
where we might find him?

She threw a dinner party
last night

for one of our law school
buddy's birthdays.

Kevin was out
with a friend.

The guy showed up
about... 10:30.

Said that Kevin had gotten drunk

and was sleeping it off
in his car.

I never actually saw him.

What's this Kevin's last name?

McMillan.

Thanks.

Making any progress
on your sister's case?

Convenience store
suspect?

Uh... lot of dead ends.

You know, I... I keep

trying to remember
the exact store.

I mean, I know I must have
been there with my mom.

Problem is, before
Rachel's murder,

my memories aren't sharp;
they're just...

Just like the rest of us?

Yeah.

I often wonder,

how do you mere mortals
possibly manage?

We write stuff on our hands.

- Oh.
- I'll get Nina

on the dinner guests,
see if they can help.

The roommate is six-four.

Well, there you go.

Drunk big guy with a crush.

That's a country song

with a bad ending.
Drives a blue Blazer.

I'll get Roe to put
out a Finest Message.

Wait a second.
Did you say blue Blazer?

Don't bother.

He's around the corner.

Kevin McMillan!

- I'll 10-85 a slim jim.
- No, no, no.

There's no need for that.

There you go.

You Kevin McMillan?

- Yeah.
- Come on. Come on.

(groans)

Did you kill Mary Hansen?

Mary?

Did you kill her?

Mary's dead?

Did you kill her?

I don't know.

I don't know...

♪ Unforgettable 1x08 ♪
Lost Things
Original Air Date on November 8, 2011

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If you can afford a lawyer,
one will be provided

for you without cost.
Do you understand

these rights as I've
explained them?

I would never hurt Mary.

- Just answer the question.
- I would...

Do you understand
these rights

as I've explained them?
- Yeah.

What happened to your hand?

I don't know.

Tell us about
last night.

I was... I was
with my friend,

Joe... uh, Joe... Joe Williams.

And we... we went barhopping.

I had some shots at Lucif's,

and they hit me
pretty hard and...

And then Joe...
Joe took my keys.

That's... that's all I remember.

So Joe drives you home,
parks the car.

You remember getting
out of the car?

No.

What happened to her?

We don't know.

- But you're sure she's dead?
- Yeah, we're sure.

Roommate's sticking
to his story.

He blacked out.
We woke him up.

No idea what happened
in between.

NINA:
I took some blood

off his hand,

and it looks
like it's not Mary's.

He could have cut it
breaking that back window.

I ran him through
the system.

I pulled his sheriff's
department application.

No record.

He's been a bailiff
for three years.

Before that, security at Macy's

and assistant manager
at White Castle.

Uh, how far back
do you want to go?

I think slider cook
is far enough.

Run a blood tox

so we can find out
how drunk

he really was last night.

He gave me a list

of Mary's friends,
some of their numbers,

plus the cell for Joe,

guy he was hanging out with
last night.

I'll start tracking
these down.

I also have her cell,
so I'll cross-check the numbers.

And see if this Joe knows
how McMillan cut his hand.

Okay, will do.

CSU got an opinion

on what caused
the blunt-force trauma?

We're looking for a weapon.

I got them checking
Dumpsters and drains

in a ten-block radius,
just in case.

Our perp comes
through the back window,

first-floor apartment,
middle of the night.

Sex Crimes 101.

Yeah, but M.E.
hasn't confirmed rape, Al.

So someone give me a motive.

Ah, before you change
gears there, boss--

that was my pal worked
with Mary Hansen at Legal Aid.

Looks like one
of her clients

took a shine to her,
asked her out a couple of times.

She says she's not interested.

Few days later,
a guy shows up at her place

at 2:00 in the morning
to make his case.

What happened?

Freaked Mary out.

She asked her boss
to reassign him to someone else.

What was she
defending him for?

Ah, thought you'd never ask.

Guy was charged
with attempted sexual assault.

(sighs)

Hey.

Like those crescents.

Good spin.

Yeah, it's to help you
generate power.

Yeah.

And you stay low.

That's smart.

Thanks.

Plus, you rack up
points like that.

'06, I saw Xenakis
lose to Bashir.

Gave it away on points.

Yeah, so you here
for a session or what?

Not really.

Like to talk about
Mary Hansen.

That lawyer chick?

Come on, you go to a
girl's house nowadays,

and it's a like a federal
crime or something.

It was 2:00 in the morning,
Frank.

Yeah, well, it's
romantic in the movies.

Except in the movies,
it's Hugh Grant.

And it's still a little creepy.

She gave me
mixed messages.

I was making sure.

How, by pounding
on her door and cursing?

I get emotional.

Yeah, like when you got
emotional with Annie Samit,

when you broke her jaw?

Hey, I never touched
Mary Hansen.

What's she saying?

She's not really saying much.

She's dead.

Come on.

What happened?

Someone knocked
her head in last night.

Someone who could
generate power.

Well, it wasn't me, okay?

How you'd get your little
raspberry up there, Frank?

I got caught with a roundhouse
yesterday afternoon.

Anybody can verify that?

- About half the guys in this place.
- Hmm.

Anyone not an employee of yours?

Look, I didn't kill her.

I thought she was cute, and I
asked her out a couple of times.

Next thing I know,
she quits my case,

and leaves me to some moron

who almost gets me sent away
for the rest of my life.

Yet here you are.

Two years probation.

Try St. Bartholomew's ER.

I was there all
night last night.

I will.

CARRIE:
I'm investigating a cold case,

the murder of a young girl,
Rachel Wells.

And I'm wondering, if a
convenience store sells alcohol,

are they required to provide
a list of employees

to the State Liquor Authority?

They are!

Okay, can-can you look
something up for me from 1984?

No, I understand.

If you don't keep records
that long, you don't keep them.

Okay.

Thank you very much.

Bye.

ALICE: Your grandmother said
you went swimming every day.

Not every day,
but a lot of...

Where are Rachel's things?

Where's all of our stuff?

I thought a... a fresh start
to the school year

would be a good thing.

The sweater.

The blue sweater.

Our pencil collection.

The unicorn from the fair.

Those were both of ours.

M-Maybe we should
go make dinner.

How about
grilled cheese?

I don't want
grilled cheese, Mom!

I want all of our stuff back.

I'm sorry, honey.

No!

MIKE: We really
appreciate you coming in,

Mr. Williams.
JOE: Oh, Joe, please.

Uh, I was
in the neighborhood.

Um...

Just so horrible,
what happened to Mary.

When I came to the
dinner party, she seemed

really happy.

No, we were told that, um,

that you were out with
Kevin McMillan last night.

Yes.

From when to when?

7:30

to-- I don't know--
about 11:00.

Kevin and I
wanted to watch

the Giants game,
have a few drinks.

We started at Art's.

The HD was messed up,
so we moved over to Lucif's.

How many drinks did Kevin have,
would you say?

I don't know.

Uh, I had three beers.

He definitely had
more than that.

He was pretty drunk.

Do you know how
he cut his hand?

Yeah. He smashed a glass
down on the table

after the Colts scored
that field goal in the fourth.

Kind of exploded.

Did Kevin talk about Mary
last night?

No.

How about
before that?

Wait a minute.

You guys have the wrong idea
if you think

Kevin had anything
to do with this.

Okay, um, well, do you have
any idea who might have?

Look, maybe this is nothing,
but Mary was joking

that she'd signed up for some
sort of dating service online.

I didn't think
it was a great idea,

but she said she had seen
a few guys already,

she said they were nice.

Do you have any idea
what service?

Uh...

New York... Connect.

Connections.

Well, do you happen to remember
any of the names of the guys?

There was an Adam.

And a... Julian something.

I'm sorry.

No, no, that-that's
very helpful.

I flamed out
on my Legal Aid lead.

Still, going to the house
of a woman

you don't really know
and asking her out,

it's a little creepy,
no matter what.

Even if it's creepy,
dude's got an airtight alibi.

He was getting stitches
at an ER in the Bronx.

So that's strike one.

Strike two: tox screen came in

on the roommate-- Kevin.

Given his blood alcohol level
this morning,

he was more likely
to die of alcohol poisoning

than to walk all the way
to the apartment,

kill Mary Hansen,
and walk back to his car.

Well, you want me to, uh,
lay a weak bunt towards third?

Re-canvass the neighborhood,
see if we missed someone?

I'd go to the opposite field.

Bring up all the open
sex crimes in the area,

see if we can find a pattern,
match the shoe print.

This doesn't make any sense.

What?

Okay, I'm looking at CSU's
sketch of the crime scene,

and based on the angle from the
hole in the window to the latch

and then what they wrote here
for the distance between them,

the suspect would've had to have
arms made of rubber to reach it.

This must be a typo.

Gonna have to go back.

Blunt-force trauma?

Yeah.

Looks like, uh,
maybe sexual assault.

CARRIE: There were soap stains
on the floor.

She was interrupted.

What?

Mary was washing the dishes

when someone
knocked on the door.

Her hands were wet;
she wiped them off

as she went to answer it.

That forced entry

was all staged to throw us off.

Mary knew her killer.

And whoever it was,

she trusted them enough

to let them walk
right in the front door.

NINA:
The roommate Kevin

was fully cooperative.

I been on the list you gave me
of Mary's friends.

I'm running background checks.

What about the subpoena
for her phone records?

Still waiting.
I'll cross-check his list

against those numbers
when I get it.

Okay, did you
get any input

from the friend
who found the body?

I'm gonna talk to her again,

'cause, given what she's
been through, I thought

I might not get full focus
over the phone.

Yeah.

CCS got Mary's laptop working.

They're doing a complete
forensic analysis.

They find any evidence
of an online boyfriend,

any weird PDFs that say
"I'm coming to get you"?

No, but this might
mean something.

Her browser history
showed a search

at 1:12 a.m. of the Fordham
University Sociology Department.

Six minutes later,
she sent an e-mail

to Kevin McMillian saying,
"I need to talk to you ASAP.

Find me before you go to work."

Now, look, I know
we're moving off the roommate,

but it's fishy that
he didn't even mention it.

We woke him up and then he came
back to the office with us.

He never had a chance
to check his e-mails.

And he's still in
the conference room.

Go see if he knows what
she was going to say.

Call Nina, give
her a heads up.

Hi.
These are for you.

I was gonna bring them to you.

They spilled out onto
the counter, I had to

put them together a bit.
May be out of order.

Thanks.

You doing
some research, huh?

Yeah, convenience stores
around Syracuse?

I'm just saying,

my uncle is a bigwig
at EasyMart,

need help with anything.

Well, I'll keep that in mind.

Thanks.

Okay.

I don't know what Mary
wanted to talk to Kevin about.

He didn't know?

No.

How about Fordham
University?

Does that mean
anything to you?

Fordham.

Yeah, she was all over the
Sociology Department Web site.

You got any idea
what she was looking for?

No idea.

But that's funny.

There was a thing at the party
last night about Fordham.

Really? What kind of thing?

When Joe Williams came in,
Mary introduced him,

said he was studying sociology
at Fordham

and doing research
at the courthouse

on criminal trials
and sentencing.

One of Mary's other friends
works in the prison system.

He started asking Joe questions,
and Joe got... defensive,

I guess is the best way
to put it.

What kind of questions
was he asking him?

Just about Joe's research

and-and if he'd been to
some conference in New Jersey.

I did think it was
a little weird at the time,

but, I mean, Joe looked like
he'd been drinking

and Mary changed
the subject, so...

Okay, what did Joe do?

He hung around for a few
minutes, and then he took off.

Okay, thanks.

I didn't volunteer anything.

Roe asked what you're up to,
and I dodged it, so?

So now he
wants to help?

Nothing wrong with that;
he's a good detective.

MIKE:
Yeah, Joe Williams.

Maybe he goes by Joseph.

Why are we circling back
around to Joe Williams?

Apparently, he acted strangely

at Mary Hansen's dinner party
the night before.

(hangs up phone)
I've talked to every

Sociology subsection.

There is nobody at the Fordham
University Sociology Department,

graduate or undergraduate,
named Joe Williams.

So he lied about his resume.

Crazy thing to kill over.

And it wasn't a sex thing,

'cause the M.E. can't find
any sign of an assault.

Looks like that
was a setup, too.

What I don't get is,

the guy came in here on
his own accord to talk to us.

Why take that risk?

JOE:
Wait a minute, you guys have

the wrong idea
if you think

Kevin could've had
anything to do with this.

Well, do you have
any idea who might have?

He thought he was just coming in
for a routine interview, right?

And when he realized his
fake break-in hadn't worked

and we were on to other leads,
he panicked.

Look, maybe it's nothing,
but Mary was joking

about signing up for an
online dating service...

He made it all up.

Do you have any idea
what service?

Mm...

it was New York... Connect.

New York.

Connect.

The online dating service,
the names...

JOE:
There was an Adam, Julian...

He got it all off the walls.

We got this guy's address?

No. I got his cell
from the vic's roommate.

Uh, but that was the only
contact info he had.

Williams gave me his address
when I interviewed him.

But it was bogus.
I already checked it.

He had a gym tag on his keys.
I couldn't see the name

of the gym, but it had a,
a barbell on it.

Leverage Gym.

Do you work out there?

I took a spin class.

Once.

Mike, take Nina and get on it.
(Carrie laughs)

Maybe they know where he lives

or we can canvass,
find him nearby.

Got it.

You wait right there
for us, sir.

Clear!

Clear!

Clear.

Clear.

Joe was subletting
from the Braunsteins.

Y-Yeah. Can you tell us
something about Mr. Williams?

Yeah, sure.
He paid in cash.

Gave a big security deposit.

Certainly hasn't
been any trouble.

Looks like he was
leaving in a hurry.

And this...

is consistent with the fabric

I found by the back window
at the crime scene.

Oh, whoa. Hey, Mike.

And that is the shape

of the piece that is missing.
I'll call CSU.

Take a look at this.

All right.

Yeah, this is
Detective Costello.

I need an A Run...
Yeah, prints, DNA.

I'm trying to locate
a suspect ASAP.

Joe Williams.

Consider armed and dangerous.

All right, thanks.

Owner of the gun range
says Joe's been coming in

two to three times a week
the last couple of months.

Any particular reason? Or was it
just a general love of bullets?

Nah, just to practice,
as far as he knew.

And rented guns,
not always the same kind.

Can we lift prints?

No, this guy doesn't keep
records of who rents what when.

They got like
a hundred rentals.

All right. Well, let's just
chase that goose later,

let's see what we get here.

- I found his application.
- Thanks.

Ah, it's the same bogus address
he gave me at the precinct.

Great. You run a credit check?

Like I said, he gave a really
big cash security deposit.

Well, what else can you
tell us about him?

What did he do during the day?
Did he mention family?

I don't know what he did during
the day. He was never around.

Well, did he ever
bring anybody over?

Not that I saw.

Did he get any packages,
or deliveries?

No.

Okay, so,
he likes sports.

MANAGER:
Sure.

- Any particular team?
- Buffalo.

So we think Joe Williams
is from Buffalo.

AL:
Great.

I'll talk to local up there,
see what they know.

Well, how 'bout we take
another run at Kevin McMillan,

to press him about his buddy?

Way ahead of you. Carrie and Roe
are on their way to

the courthouse to talk
to him right now.

You know, this guy
really worries me, Al.

He's a loner, he's created this
whole new identity for himself.

I think he's got a plan.

AL:
Which Mary Hansen interrupted.

Yeah, well, I-I don't,
I don't think he's done.

Because Joe was
taking target practice.

Can I ask you a question?

Can I stop you?

I guess not technically.
I mean, you could

choose not to answer,
which will make for

an awkward conversation...

Go ahead, Roe.
Knock yourself out.

- Thanks.
ROE: Everything?

Like, everything
in your life, huh?

Okay. No.
Not everything.

I mean, up until I was eight,

I had a pretty,
I had a pretty good memory.

You know, my mom would joke
that I was like flypaper,

things would stick without
me really paying attention,

and, uh...
one day I, uh...

What? One day you what?

Well, one day I just started..
paying attention.

And since then,
everything, yeah.

Okay.

Why would Joe,
if that's his name,

why would he want
to kill Mary?

We don't know, Kevin.

We're hoping you could tell us.

I have no idea.

I mean, as far as I know,

the only interaction they
had was when I was there.

I mean, he came over to
the house for a game,

or he would pick me up
when we'd go drinking.

Was Joe interested in Mary?

They ever fight about anything?

No. Never.

- He borrow money from her?
- She was a Legal Aid lawyer.

She didn't have any money.

How'd you meet him?

Coffee shop down the street.

I was in line.

He gave me that story about
being a college student

needing to do research.

- On sentencing.
- Yeah.

He asked if he
could interview me,

if I'd introduce him
to some people.

And that's it?

Yeah.

He'd come hang out at the
courthouse, sit in on trials.

Talk to me and the other
guys about, you know,

the trials we'd seen,
and how the courthouse worked.

Why are you cleaning
out your locker?

I figured I'd take
a couple days off.

You know, the whole thing...

I let her down.

I was supposed to protect her,

and I didn't.

I'm having a hard time
letting that go.

He's from Buffalo.

And his name is
actually Joe Williams.

No felonies.

Just a DWI and a
misdemeanor assault.

But he didn't do any time.

DA cut him some slack
'cause of a family situation.

Which was what?

His father and brother
were killed

in a factory explosion
at, uh... what is it?

Donner Paints.

Big outlet up in Buffalo.

How long ago?

Little over two years.

According to the cops,
this guy, Reginald Donner,

ran a bad plant.
No inspections,

chemicals exposed to open air,
employees with no training.

So, you know,

these guys complained,
he just ignored them.

So when the fire broke out,
you know, nobody was surprised.

Eight people died,
a bunch of others injured.

Mary Hansen have any
connection to Donner Paints?

Not that I could find.

Okay, so his family dies
and he just goes loco?

Reginald Donner was charged with

multiple counts of
involuntary manslaughter,

criminal negligence,
but he got a really nice deal:

two year sentence and a fine.

I saw a schedule
at the courthouse.

His official sentencing
hearing, it's today.

- What time?
- It didn't say.

Call them.
Mary Hansen died

'cause she found out he was
lying about who he was.

And he thought she might
mess up his plan.

Joe Williams got close to Kevin

so he could have easy access
to the courthouse.

Hell, he can walk right
up to Reginald Donner

and no one's gonna stop him.

He was hanging out
at a gun range.

I doubt he's bringing Donner
a cake with a file in it.

The hearing's scheduled
for right after lunch.

Well, they're about
to have a shooting.

They need to shut
that place down.

AL: We're not here to
step on your toes.

LOU: Well, how do you
expect me to feel

when two Queens detectives

show up out of the blue
and tell me that

security for one of my
defendants might be compromised?

Like a concerned law enforcement
officer who wants to

keep a crime from happening.

- What's your name again?
- Carrie Wells.

And yours is Court
Officer-Captain Lou Kestler.

So if it's about number
of letters... you win.

All we're suggesting is that

you take some
additional precautions

to protect Mr. Donner,
just in case we're right.

I just installed
all-new metal detectors.

Advanced phase,
state of the art.

It is practically impossible

to get a gun
inside my building.

How's your guy
going to kill that CEO,

hit him on the head
with a fire extinguisher?

Practically impossible
doesn't mean impossible...

What if you don't need to
get a gun inside the building?

I mean, what if the gun he needs
is already inside the building?

What are you talking about?

That's why Joe
cozied up to Kevin.

It wasn't just about
getting into the courthouse.

It's because Kevin already has
a gun inside the building.

If Williams made a copy
of Kevin's safe key

that night when
he was passed out...

That's right.
And now,

you're accusing one of my court
officers of incompetence.

Don't you think
we should just check

Kevin McMillan's locker,
just to be sure?

CARRIE:
Oh, come on.

Just think how satisfying
it'll be when you're right.

What's wrong with you?

What are you talking about?
It worked, didn't it?

Why don't you just shoot him?

That doesn't prove anything.

He could have taken it
home with him.

- He didn't.
- How do you know?

Because I know.

Al, I think he's got a uniform.

That's an empty hanger
in a dry cleaning bag.

I don't know how
that proves anything.

She's right. We need to
secure your defendant

and search this courthouse
immediately.

LOU:
Based on what?

An empty hanger?

I am committed to the security
of everyone in this building,

but I'm getting
a little tired of all...

So he has a gun and he's
dressed like a Court Officer.

Okay. I'll begin an
evacuation and search.

I think that's a wonderful idea.
Minimize the chaos.

Where is Mr. Donner?

Prisoners' holding area,
lower level one.

- We have him secured.
- Keep him there.

We need to find this guy.
Thank you, Captain.

Admirable self-control.

It would've been like
kicking a puppy.

Guy at the east door saw
Williams come in last night.

But nobody saw him leave.

We shot his plan
all to hell.

He got here, hid out...
must be hoping for the best.

Well, they've searched the fifth
floor. Almost done with four.

I think we've got about an hour
left until they're done.

Hold up, guys. Eventually,
he's going to realize

that we're evacuating
the building, right?

Okay.

You, Mike, and Nina
should move from the search

to the exits, be an extra set of
eyes on the people leaving.

Got it.

Hopefully, he's got some
self-preservation instinct left

and he tries to sneak out,
rather than

opening fire on anyone
who's in his way.

No, no, no,
listen to me.

The whole time
Donner's been sitting

in his white collar jail,
Joe's been on the outside

waiting, planning, trying to
figure out how to make him pay.

He is not gonna go quietly...
(fire alarm blaring)

Like I said.
Okay, so he knows we're he.

That's the fire alarm!

And he's trying to
get the hell out.

Which doors we got?

Uh, we got Mike headed
toward the north,

We got Nina
at the east.

I'll take the west side.
Go back to the main entry.

Got it.

Hello! You're not enjoying
this sound, are you?

Joe Williams is obsessed
with Donner, right?

He's not trying to get out.

He wants everyone else to leave
so he can get to him.

Get Al, have him meet me at
the prisoner holding area.

(alarm continues blaring)

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Get back in.

Open the door.

Open the door!

What the hell is this?!

You killed my father
and my brother.

DONNER: Look...
Look, I didn't.

Everybody knew
that factory was dangerous.

Everyone told you
to shut it down,

but you wouldn't listen.

Joe, I want you
to put the gun down.

He killed my family,

and now nothing's
gonna happen to him.

Don't come any closer!

Okay. It's okay.

I'm gonna stay right here,
and we're just gonna talk.

All right?

We're just gonna talk.

It wasn't supposed
to go like this.

You mean Mary?

I just needed
a couple more days.

I thought
I could buy myself some time,

but she said... she had a
feeling about me for a while.

The Fordham thing--
she knew I was lying.

She was gonna tell Kevin.

So when she asked me
to leave, I panicked.

I grabbed her,
and she pulled away.

It was like she ripped herself
out of my hand,

and suddenly
she's falling and...

God...

I understand
you didn't mean to kill her;

it was an accident-- I get it.

I just needed
a couple more days.

Yeah.

You know, I read an
article about the fire.

Your brother died
going back into that plant

to save someone else.

My...

my brother, he was amazing.

Do you think your brother
and your father

would want you here,
doing this?

They shouldn't be dead!

Hey, Joe! Joe!

Look at me, Joe.

Look at me.

You're right.

You are right
they should not be dead.

But this guy, he's already taken

something very precious
from you.

Don't let him take
anything else, okay?

But there isn't anything else!

Let me ask you a question,
all right?

- What date was his trial?
- January 27th.

When did it end?

March 3rd.

And what was the best vacation

you and your dad
and your brother ever had?

We went... fly fishing...
in Canada...

when I was
in high school.

It took a while to get to it,
didn't it?

CARRIE:
Joe... Joe.

Memories are funny things.

Trust me when I say,

the bad ones can start to
weigh down the good ones,

and if you kill him,

your good memories,

that part of your family
you still have left,

they will be harder
and harder to get to,

and eventually...
they'll slip away.

And you'll be alone
and everything

that mattered to you
will be gone, I promise you.

Put the gun down.

Joe, put the gun down.

He's not worth it.

Okay.

Come on. Come on.

Nice job.

Thanks.

CARRIE:
I looked all over the house.

In the attic, in the garage,

in my mother's car.

But she didn't lie.

Rachel's things were gone,

lost.

♪ ♪

And I decided in that moment...

♪ ♪

...that I would never
lose anything again.

♪ ♪

So, I sat down in my room...

and started remembering
the way things were.

♪ ♪

Where Rachel and I

kept our...

our troll collection...

pictures...

...the unicorn she won
at the county fair

that she said was half mine...

♪ ♪

...our mood-lighting scarf--

...all of it.

♪ ♪

Everything that had been
in the room--

down to the last book
she read...

♪ ♪

...the button that had fallen

off the sleeve of the last coat
she wore--

everything.

Wells, it's... it's
like a novel, almost.

Must be great.

I mean, I've seen you in action.

But it must suck sometimes,
too, huh?

Yeah, sometimes.

And it hasn't helped with
Rachel's murder until now.

I think this man was
at the crime scene.

I remember his face.

I-I think his name
is Jonathan.

Might have worked at a Stop
and Fill on Erie Boulevard.

But we don't know.

I mean, I don't even know
if that's his name.

I do know that this is the
closest I have come in 28 years

to solving my sister's murder.

Well, I'll call
my Uncle Sherman.

I'm sure he knows someone.

It's a long shot, but thank you.

Whatever I can do.

- Boss?
- Mm.

Hey, Roe?

(clears throat)
The jeans?

You were close.

I wore them seven days ago.

And six before that.

And 13 before that.

It was a Friday.

Huh.

AL:
Mm.

Mm.

Master.

(chuckles)

- "Master"?
- What?

You're just jealous.

♪ ♪

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