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Excuse me?

Have we met?

Never.

Are you sure?

I'm, uh,
really good with faces.

Me, too.

Sorry. Wow.

You were totally
timing yourself.

Yeah.

So, choosing this moment

to come over here
and ask you out...

Epic fail, right?

Maybe...

Maybe not.

I'm Tom.

- Wow, really?
- Carrie Wells.

What's the location?

I'm on my way.

So, Carrie Wells...

Two questions.
Are you single?

And, uh...
can I have your number?

Yes.

And why don't I take yours?

Uh... yeah.
Sure.

Borrow a pen?

Don't need a pen.

I'll remember it.

What've we got?

We got a fresh one,
up on the fourth.

- Where's Al?
- He's coming in from the city.

He and Elaine were looking
at apartments uptown.

Oh. Al hit the lotto
with that one.

How do I land a girl
with a trust fund?

Try brushing your teeth.

All right, so the vic
is in apartment 4B.

Says the place is rented
to a Peter Forrest.

Hey, guys.

Sorry, tunnel was a mess.
What'd I miss?

Neighbors heard shots.
Factory condo conversion,

about 40 units.
Shooting victim's

up on the fourth floor,
we're heading in now.

What are they doing here?

Mike, get with
the building super.

Get a list of residents,

security footage.
All right. I'm on it.

Nina, Roe... catch up out here.

Carrie, with me.

Whoa! You're going the wrong
way, people!

NYPD.
I got a body up there.

Doesn't matter.
There's a gas leak.

Getting everybody out.

Did you have a chance
to examine the scene?

No, they didn't.

They're on their way
out, and so are you.

We have a crime scene in there.

Sorry, you can examine your crime
scene after we turn off the gas.

Hey, Joey, Kevin,
help this woman out.

Come on, guys.
Let's go.

Clear out, everybody!
Get outta here.

We can't shut off the gas!

Carrie!

Clear out.
Everybody! Clear out.

Carrie, Carrie,
come on, it's gonna blow!

No joke. They can't
shut off the gas.

We gotta go.

- I'm, I...
- Now!

Come on, Carrie, come on!
It's gonna blow.

Hey, what part of "evacuate"
don't you unders...?

You guys all right?

Yeah, we're fine.

Looks like we got
a corrupted crime scene.

No, it's okay.

I got it.

♪ Unforgettable 1x04 ♪
Up in Flames
Original Air Date on October 11, 2011

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There were powder
burns on his shirt.

No, he fell the other way.

That way.

Yea, that's it, there.

The victim was lying about
ten feet from the door.

He was shot twice

in the chest at close range.

There are no signs of struggle.

And no forced entry.

- I think we got something.
- Hit me.

The 116th's been working a
string of robbery-homicides.

Similar pattern.
Upscale buildings, no doormen,

vics are robbed at their
own front door.

Anyone shot?

This wasn't a robbery.

Well, he-he

he still had his watch on.

Patek Philippe.

Maybe the perp panicked.
Never made it inside.

You were in there for like what,
30 seconds?

Just under.

Look, all we're saying is,

this could line up with
the other pop and grabs.

See if it does. Talk to 116th.
And get with the Arson Squad.

This gas leak is
pretty convenient.

Peter Forrest, age 42.

Good-lookin' guy.

DMV lists a home address
on Fifth Avenue.

So what's our murder scene,
second apartment?

We could ask the wife,
Allison Forrest.

Same Fifth Avenue address.

Lease has him as vice president
with Sims Bennett Brokerage.

That explains the
second apartment.

All those Wall Street guys,
total players.

Hey, maybe the guy just
needed a quiet place to,

you know, meditate.

Oh, that what you call it now?

Did you say, "Sims Bennett"?

Someone was shredding
Sims Bennett files.

There's an account label.

Um...

Can you see what it was?

My view's kind of blocked.
It...

It looks like the initials HH.

If he's shredding
when he gets them,

maybe this HH account's
the reason why.

Nina, Roe, find me
the wife already.

Carrie, Mike, let's get over
to Forrest's office.

Thank you.
That would be very helpful.

Who's he talking to?

Oh, my guess?
The district attorney.

High-profile victim,
gas explosion.

We have all the
resources we need.

Sure thing, Counselor.

We'll keep you in the loop.
Thank you.

- Gilroy?
- Who else?

The guy grabs any case might
make the evening news.

Forrest sure lived the high
life. Isn't that Pebble Beach?

Greens fee's what,
500 a head?

Is that a Formula One
fantasy camp?

Bailout dollars at work.

Detectives, I'm Sydney Burrell.
I worked closely with Peter.

This is Gary Wright,
General Counsel.

You work closely
with Peter, too?

Our policy is to have

counsel present for any legal
inquiry regarding an employee.

Yeah, our policy is to
find out who killed him.

And to that end...

only HH account we could
find is Howard Hinkel.

It was one of Peter's
oldest accounts.

Any reason it might have something
to do with him being killed?

I can't think of any.

Do you know where we
can find Mr. Hinkel?

Woodlawn Cemetery.

He died in 1878.

We've repped the Howard Hinkel
Endowment for decades.

Pretty cutthroat environment
around here, no?

Forrest have any rivals
for this corner office?

Nobody here resented
Peter's success.

He earned it.

What about
outside the firm?

Clients? People
in his personal life?

Uh, we can't give out
confidential information

about our clients

without a court order.

You understand.

Sure. We understand.

So, could you just supply us
with a list of personnel?

Of course.

Mr. Burrell?
I, uh...

noticed from the photo
you and Peter go way back.

We're gonna do our
best on this one.

Look, there was an...

an incident with a client about
a month ago.

He was heavily overexposed
in the housing market.

Ignored Peter's advice,
really chased returns.

When the bubble burst, he got
hurt, pretty badly.

And he blamed Peter.

He threatened to kill Peter.

Sydney, you wanna
walk these guys

- down to personnel?
- Sure.

You got a name for me?

Brezner.
Isaac Brezner.

Thank you.

Isaac, we
need you over here.

Drape it like this.
Ugh! Five minutes.

Yes, I threatened to
kill Peter Forrest.

The guy lost me millions.

I also threatened to
kill my assistant

when he wore Tommy Hilfiger
to my niece's bat mitzvah. So?

Where were you
yesterday afternoon?

Front row at Stella McCartney.

So you'll be in the pictures.

I already am. Check online.

You guys should be looking
for a jealous boyfriend.

The number of girls
Peter was chasing?

He was a fixture
at my show.

Brought his colleagues
backstage to meet the models.

You know how many times I got
those guys laid?

No. How many times?

You are aware
that the victim was married.

It's okay, honey.
So was I.

Yeah, his alibi checks out.
He was front row at the show.

Is that a fur suit?

Yeah, I could imagine
offing Forrest.

If I was his wife.

Ah, this operation's a trifle
loaded for you, huh, Detective?

Okay. All right,
wife just surfaced.

Al and Carrie are
headed over to her now.

Forrest sure liked his views.

He's not the only one.

I hear you and Elaine are
looking in the city.

Thinking about it.

I always knew there
was an uptown guy

underneath those trucker hats
and bowling shirts.

What bowling shirts?

"Talent to Spare,"
"Shut Up and Bowl."

Whatever happened
to that one?

You gave it to a kid who
scored a six-bagger

on his 14th birthday.

- Did I?
- Yep.

July 17, 1999. Old Galaxy Lanes
on Erie Boulevard.

It was a Saturday night.

I'm impressed.

Wild guess.

It's okay.

Not a bad thing.

Hey, guys.

What have you got?

Why do you have
a glass rabbit

on your bookshelf?

Why? Where should it be?

- And it's a hare.
- It has hair?

No, it's...

Look, until you agree
to move in with me,

you have no right
to question my decor.

Now I'm in trouble.

I'm serious.

What do you think?

I think the hare

looks really great
where it is.

So Brezner's
not our guy.

Nah, doesn't
look like it.

Let's, uh...
let's not say

any more than we have to
at this point.

So that was the last time
you saw your husband?

On Sunday?

I left for my conference
the next morning.

Where was the conference?

Hartford.

In the Hilton.

- So you were separated?
- Yes.

He was living
at the apartment in Queens.

But we were patching
things up.

We were even talking
about him moving back in.

Why'd you two split up?

Neither of us came from money.

I worked to pay the bills
while he got his degree,

and then he did
the same for me.

Then he got the job
at Sims Bennett.

It was the height
of the Internet thing.

All the jet-setting,
crazy hours, sleeping around.

All of it.

But you guys were, uh,
working things out?

About three months ago,
Peter came to me

and said he was really turning

his life around.

He'd started
to take on charities.

He even went
to therapy.

He begged me to give him
another chance.

So, as far
as you know,

there was no one else?

Why are you asking me this?

So sorry, Mrs. Forrest.

We just have to consider
the possibility

that someone didn't want
to see you reconciled.

Yes. Okay.

There was one.

She'd call here in the middle
of the night sometimes.

I heard Peter yell at her
to leave us alone.

He told me that he
would take care of it.

Do you think that this woman...

We don't know.

All right, wife's
in the clear.

According to the
conference director,

Allison Forrest

was moderating panels

the whole morning
of the murder.

Maybe they were
on the mend.

If Peter Forrest reformed
himself, I want more evidence.

I got some.

Turns out Allison
was telling the truth

about those calls
they were getting.

They trace back
to the Sims Bennett

office extension
of one Claire Hewson.

She was an assistant
in Forrest's department.

Was?

They let her go
three weeks ago.

That's around the time

- the calls started.
- Guy's a saint.

Goes back to the wife,
fires the girlfriend.

And gives her two
very good reasons

to want revenge.

It gets better.

Hewson was picked up
on a DWI two days ago.

Arresting found her
passed out in her car.

Check out the address.

Hunter's Point.

She was in front of
Forrest's building.

Where he was killed
less than 24 hours later.

How long was
she in custody?

Only a few hours.

She posted bail

and was released
the next morning.

So she got out in
time to kill Forrest.

Police. We have a
search warrant.

Ms. Hewson?

Check the bedroom.

I got a body.

Clear!

She's dead.

Two through the chest.
Same shooter?

Maybe.

We got a dead husband,
dead girlfriend.

And a wife whose
alibi checks out.

Wife's rich. Maybe someone
does it for her.

Her hygienist.
They're all evil.

Not when you brush.

Maybe this is what

put her over the edge.

"Dearest Claire, forgive me.

Be mine forever. P."

I don't get it.
Now he's proposing to her?

I don't want to say
anything, but...

Restores your faith
in the unfaithful?

Well, Claire wasn't

wearing the ring, so maybe
she's not sold on the idea.

Follow up with the
jeweler... let's make sure

Forrest really
bought this ring.

Mr. District Attorney.

- How are you?
- Good.

Good to see you.
I'm glad you came by.

Who's that... Gilroy?

Boy Wonder himself.

Al's pretty good with him.

Yeah, I can see that.

So we're thinking

from the note
and the ring,

Forrest was still at it
with the Hewson girl.

We're just following up
with the jeweler now.

We looked into
the wrong account

at Sims Bennett.
Can you hold on a sec?

It's okay.

What do you have,
Detective?

It wasn't "HH"

on the file box
in Forrest's apartment.

It was "HYH."
Come here.

I want you to
look at this.

When I was in Forrest's
apartment, I couldn't see

that box of files he
was shredding clearly.

Right? So I missed

that there was a letter
between the two H's.

I'm confused.

I thought our crime scene
blew up.

No...

Detective Wells was able
to examine the scene briefly.

I see.

Right.

So, like I was saying,

I think we looked into
the wrong account.

Can you give us
a moment?

Can I talk to you?

- Why are we over here?
- Because I'd rather

keep the scope
of our investigation

at this point
to ourselves until...

- Until what?
- Until we're ready to present it

coherently to our ADA.

Was I not being coherent?

Because I can speak slower.

Carrie, what you can do
and how it can help,

in terms of actually
building a case,

- from their perspective...
- Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.
You didn't tell them, did you?

They know you're
a great detective.

They saw your numbers
in Syracuse.

Why did you bring me in here
and not tell them what I do?

Because it's hard at first
for people to accept.

Come on, you race up,
you haven't even met Gilroy yet,

you're throwing out stuff
from left field.

That could help
solve this case, Al.

If I was the prosecutor, I would
want to know that information.

All Adam Gilroy wants to know

is that he can stand
in front of a microphone

and assure a bunch of nervous
real estate developers

that Hunter's Point is going
to be the next Sutton Place.

I got it.

You have to hustle
the front office.

That's your job.

But don't stop me
from doing mine.

I thought you guys never
got into Forrest's place.

Yeah, well, uh, I guess
Wells had a look around.

A look around?

And she's picking out
file names?

What can I say?
She's observant.

We want to stop our kids

from making
the same mistakes we did.

And we can make a difference
one life at a time.

What do you got?

Help Your Homies.

HYH.

It's a charity
that helps gang members

get back on their feet
after they get out of prison.

Peter Forrest set up
their nonprofit status

and managed their money.

Oh, one of his
life crisis projects.

And Claire Hewson
assisted Forrest on the account.

Strange thing about
your Homies account

is that Forrest
closed it three days ago.

Where'd the money go?
That's a good question.

Maybe he had his hand
in the till.

Could've been looking to set
up a new life with Claire.

Yeah, stealing
from ex-gangbangers...

that's a good way to
end your old life.

I think it's time we
talk to the Head Homie.

That's the fun part.

The guy who runs the charity
is doing 25 to life upstate.

- Come again.
- Pablo Hortua.

He's in prison.

Got brothers coming
to me all the time

saying, "Pablo, I want
to change," you know?

They don't have the means
to do anything about it.

So they're out there
slinging again, and bam,

their asses wind up
right back in here.

So me and Ramon,
we say to ourselves,

"Hey, look, man, we got
to break this cycle."

Maybe it's too late for us,
but for those other eses,

it's not too
late for them.

- It's impressive.
- It's working.

Brothers are turning
their lives around.

And our boy,
Peter Forrest...

he was taking
our operation

to a whole nother level.

How'd you... how'd you guys
hook up with Peter?

Well, we reached out to
him after I read about him

and some cancer charity...
you know, how he

was using their money
to make more money.

You know, to get respect
money, real money.

Money to make a change,
money to lobby politicians.

You know, I figured he
could do the same for us.

And yet your relationship
with Forrest ended recently.

How come?

Our boy couldn't come up

with the time he
thought we needed.

So he recommended
we hire somebody

who'd give us
their full attention.

So you moved
your funds elsewhere?

Peter got us a
new bank, yeah.

You confirm Forrest did this?

That the
money's there?

Man, what do you think?

Yes, I know what
the agreement says.

Have Mike
follow the money.

Make sure this bank
transfer happened

the way they say.
I'll bring her

to you Sunday.

You know, if this was
a dead end, I'm sorry.

If it's a dead end,
you're fired.

Come on, she's
perfectly safe with me.

So it checks out.

The Homies' funds
are accounted for.

Peter Forrest just moved
them to another bank.

He didn't steal a cent.

So we're back
to the wife.

See if there's
another angle.

For all we know,
there's

an overprotective cousin
out there.

Not sure
we need that.

I went to the jeweler.
Get this.

Forrest isn't the one who
bought Claire that ring.

That's Marine Sergeant
Patrick Woodson.

He was Hewson's ex-boyfriend.

A salesgirl says he
was talking her ear off

about how he just got
back from Afghanistan,

was going to surprise Claire
with the ring.

So Sergeant Woodson comes
home and pops the question,

then finds out
that his girlfriend

has been doing Peter Forrest
the whole time

he's been flying
solo in Kandahar.

So he loses it,
kills her,

drives across town
and pops Forrest.

Yeah. Nice little detail:

Woodson
was dishonorably discharged

three weeks ago.

Pulled a gun
on a superior officer.

So you went
straight from the airport

to the jewelry
store, huh?

- I made up my mind.
- So then what, Patrick?

You proposed?

The next day, I took her
to the park.

There's a spot by the pond.

It's where we had
our first date.

I was going to do it there
before I deployed,

but, God forbid something
happened to me, I...

I didn't want her
to have to live with that.

Sure.

So what'd she say?

She said she needed more time.

Time for what?

Stand-up guy
like you.

What did she need time for?

No, it...
it was okay.

I didn't want to rush her
into anything.

So Claire needed time.

Yeah.

But then you knew
something wasn't right.

So, what,

you started looking into it,

watching after her a little?

No.

I wasn't watching her.

Right, 'cause
you were out

in Jersey all week
playing video games

at your squad-mate's apartment.

Yeah.

So then how'd
you find out

that Claire had been
seeing this other guy?

What other guy?

You were out in Jersey

for those two days?

- What other guy?
- Anybody else see you there?

Was your squad-mate at home?

You think I shot Claire?

No, we're just
talking here, Patrick.

Not anymore.

I want a lawyer.

So I talked to

Woodson's squad-mate,
the one he's bunking with...

kid works nights in Hoboken
at the C&H Ice Cream factory.

I love their sweet cream.

Yeah, well,
sweeter still,

that means Woodson's alibi
sleeps all day.

Lousy alibi doesn't put him
at our murder scene.

Not that it matters,

but we got Forrest's watch.

In case you were wondering,
a Patek Philippe.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Also got this
from the Arson Squad.

They're saying the leak started
in the hallway, two floors above

Peter Forrest's apartment.

Two floors above
the murder scene?

Why whack someone then head
upstairs to start a gas leak?

Doesn't make any sense.

Yeah, it does.

The 911 call
came in at 2:13 p.m.

At 2:19,

the uniforms were on the scene.

They were close.

You think the fast response time

trapped our killer
in the building?

There's only
one stairwell, right?

He goes up, got no way out.

So he starts a gas leak,

uses the crowd
to get out.

Smart.

You and I were going
into that building

while people were leaving.

I know.

I don't see Woodson.

Are you
absolutely sure?

Come on everybody.

Oh, my God.

That doesn't make any sense.

Ramon Garza was there.

The guy from the charity?

Al, he walked right by us.

That's impossible;
he's in prison.

I know he's in prison,

but I-I know what I saw.

He was there.

Could you be
mixing two memories?

No. I saw him there.
I did.

He's behind
bars, Carrie.

I know that, but I saw him.

I'm tell...

I hear you're
liking the Marine.

How close are we?

Woodson's fading
a little, Adam.

Lousy alibi, but nothing
puts him at either scene.

Thought we had prints
from the girl's place.

Yeah, but they were together,
and he admits

being over there.

We have an alternative theory.

- Another suspect?
- We're considering several...

Yes, we have another suspect.

Who would that be?

Ramon Garza.

And is this

the same Ramon Garza
you interviewed

concerning the Homies charity?

Yes.

The Ramon
Garza who

is an inmate at the maximum
security facility at Ossining?

Yes.

He was exiting
Forrest's building

the day of the murder.

And you know
this how?

Because I saw him there.

What is this, Burns?

Detective Wells remembers
passing Ramon Garza

as he left the crime scene.

I would say, at the moment,

that makes him
our primary suspect.

I'm supposed to tell my boss
that the guy we're looking at

for these murders is currently
serving 25 to life?

That's what I'm telling you.

What you tell your boss
is up to you.

How about this.

How about I don't tell
Mr. Fleming anything right now,

and before we go to trial,
you come up with a real suspect.

That way,
we both keep our jobs.

Keep up the good work.

Well...

Have a good night, Halsey.

See you tomorrow.

Officer Halsey.

Hey. Uh, Carr...
Detective Wells.

We met the other day.

Oh, yeah.
How's it going?

Good. You got a sec?

Uh, now's a
little tough.

I got somewhere
to be.

Please, just...
it'll only take a minute.

I just, I don't want to have to
drive all the way up here again.

So, you know Ramon Garza, right?

Sure, everyone does.

Regular Mother Theresa in there.

Right. And you're
C.O. number 046?

Yeah.

Your corrections sergeant...
he told me

you're the one
who's generally responsible

for doing
the daily inmate checks.

A real privilege.

Yeah. And that day
before yesterday,

you were the one who accounted
for Ramon Garza's cell check.

If that's what the file says.

Right.

No, it's just...
do you actually remember

seeing him here that day?

I count hundreds of inmates.

Oh, I'm sure. No, I get it.

I was just, I was wondering
if maybe there's a way...

I don't know...
the inmates can game the system.

You know, have one guy call out
"here" for another guy

when his name comes up,
something like that.

It's not kindergarten.

We put eyes on every inmate,
verify it's them.

So Ramon Garza...
he was definitely here that day?

Where the hell else would he be?

Beats me.

I was just...

Yeah, you're right.

Okay.

Uh, well, thank you
for your time.

I appreciate it.

No problem.

Yeah.

♪ ♪

Halsey got Ramon Garza
out of prison,

drove him to shoot
Peter Forrest and Claire Hewson,

then drove him back to prison.

Okay, if Garza got out

of prison, why
would he go back?

I mean, guy's doing
life for murder.

All I know is he was back inside

by the time you and I
got there, Al.

Hey, springing
an inmate full-time

ain't easy, even for a guard.

So we're back
to the Homies?

I don't know...
the... the victim

didn't steal their money.

No, but he did see
their financials.

Which might not have been
so healthy.

I just got off with the DEA.

This Homies
charity was on

the up and up until Pablo

took over a couple years ago.

Now they're looking at
them for money laundering.

Cartel out of Mexico.

So Forrest decides to do
something good with his life.

Right? Manage
a charity account.

Only it turns out
he's hooked into

a criminal enterprise.

Yeah, and when he tries

to get out, blammo.

Dirty charities,
corrupt prison guards...

how do we make any
of that stick?

We could go after
the inmates, right?

We don't need, uh, warrants
to toss their cells.

If we go to the prison,
we'd be tipping off

any other guards
who might be involved.

Okay, so we go at this Halsey.

As you've told me

many times before, Al,
my memory's

not going to get us
a warrant.

Yeah, not from Gilroy.

Gilroy's not running
this investigation.

I am.

Let's bring in Halsey.

So it looks like our Mr.
Forrest

was trying to clean
up his act after all.

Whatever.

What is her deal
with men anyway?

Okay, so...

two years ago,
Nina meets this guy,

bound trader
for Goldman,

heartbreaker
like Forrest.

We're talking
restaurants in the city,

weekends in
the Hamptons,

cruises to Saint
something-or-other.

I mean, she fell hard.

Like, "planning home
for the holidays" hard.

So, when she goes by his place
one day for lunch

to get his shirt sized
for a Christmas surprise,

she gets her
own surprise.

Oh.
Guy's in there

with two waitresses
from the Oyster Bar.

And he's doing a little, uh...
bonding of another kind.

Just to, you know,
put it in context.

Yeah, yeah.

Our eyewitness
puts you outside

Peter Forrest's apartment
day he was killed.

I don't know who that is.

You shot a guy you
don't even know?

I didn't shoot anybody.

So you're telling us

Ramon Garza was
the shooter?

Oh, yeah.

We know you faked
the inmate count,

drove Garza down here...

So, if it was Garza

that popped Forrest,
now is the time to say so.

You're going to be
real popular upstate.

A former prison guard?

I got nothing to say.

I don't get it.

Why isn't he asking
for his lawyer?

Or his union rep?

He knows all he's got
to do is say the word

and we can't talk
to him anymore.

Got his phone records.

Nothing overt.

Bunch of calls
to a foot doctor,

cable company,

few to his ex-wife.

How much they pay you to
betray your badge, Officer?

Ex-wife?

Yeah, up in Yonkers.

They got a couple kids.

Yes, I know what
the agreement says.

Have Mike follow
the money.

Make sure this bank transfer
happened the way they say.

I'll bring her to you Sunday.

I'll bring her to you Sunday.

Come on.

She's perfectly safe with me.

He's not scared
for his own life.

Detectives.

Hey, Dennis.

How's it going?

- Great.
- Yeah?

You want something?

Uh, water, a soda?

I wanna get outta
here, how's that?

That's fine by me.

You're a corrections officer,
Dennis. You know all you have to

do is ask for a lawyer,
and we're history.

You know that.

So, you want a lawyer?

I don't need a lawyer.

No?

Where's your daughter, Dennis?

Is she safe at your house, like
your ex-wife thinks she is?

I don't think so.

I think she's in
a lot of trouble.

All right, look, we'll just
get you a lawyer, okay?

If word gets out that you're
in here talking to us, then...

No.

I can't.

I can't.

They have Anna.

My daughter.

They'll kill her.

I was supposed to get
her back tonight, but

they must have seen you,
in the parking lot.

And they got worried I'd talk.

They said I'd get Anna back once
you stopped sniffing around.

Oh, my God, if Pablo
finds out I'm in here...

Dennis, we're gonna get her back,
but you got to help us out.

Who would they go to for
something like this?

Another guard maybe...?

No way.
He woulda used one of his boys.

After you left, Pablo got a
visit from this kid, Ignacio,

I think, from his charity,
I never seen him before.

Ignacio?

We want to stop our kids from
making the same mistakes we did.

And we can make a difference,
one life at a time.

Ignacio Rodriguez?

Yeah, maybe.

Police!
Freeze, Ignacio, down!

Anna, it's okay. We're here to help you.
All right? You're safe now.

Put your arms around my
neck, sweetie... up you go.

Okay.
All right, come on.

Ramon Garza, you're under arrest

for the murders of Peter Forrest
and Claire Hewson.

¿Que onda, heina?

You need more help with your
investigation?

Nah.
I think I'm good now.

Let's see you run
your gang from solitary.

On the night of October 12,

I drove Ramon Garza
to the address

of Peter Forrest in Hunter's
Point, Queens.

I also drove Garza to the
address of Claire Hewson

on October 11.

He told us Garza sent him

to dump about a dozen guns into
the Hudson.

We have divers out at
the site right now.

And that's not to mention
the other guards he named,

apparently on
their payroll.

Nice job, Al.

Everyone.

Really good work.

You got a
sec, Detective?

Sure.

I checked around.

Your friend Al called in a few
favors to bring you here.

So, what's the verdict?
Am I worth it?

I look forward to working with
you, Detective.

Hey...

What did he want?

I'm not sure.

Well, if you're not
sure, that's not good.

Big city politics, right?

Who knows? Maybe
I'll get used to it.

You did.

So... what'd you decide about
the apartment?

What, 76th and Madison?

You got the Park right there,
the Whitney...

Nah, neighborhood's not really
my style.

Really?

Yeah, looking for something
closer to work.

Oh. More practical.

What was I thinking?

Hey.
Hey.

So, you, uh...
you figure it out?

What, this love stuff?

Yeah.
Me?

Yeah, I'm outta this game.

Wow, that guy
must've been a real winner, huh?

Oh, man, wait,
did Roe say something to you?

Because I know you can't
remember my life.

You know, if you
think about it,

and it's true, and
he really loved her,

it's almost too sad.

Then don't think about it.

Night.

♪ ♪

You sure you can't stay?

No, I gotta work early.

So what do you do?

Are we really asking that now?

You free on Friday?

No.
Saturday?

Nope.

You sure there's
nobody else?

Mm-mm.
Just me.

Okay.

Bye.

Tom.

Yeah.

Right. You remember.

♪ ♪

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