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In New York City's
war on crime,

the worst criminal offenders
are pursued by the detectives

of the Major Case Squad.

These are their stories.

It's them!
It's them!

Mom, the movie starts
in 30 minutes.

Not until you
eat something, Lucas.

Ah, the excitement
of the first sleepover.

Mom, the guys
are there waiting.

Gotta go.

Bye, Tina!

Bye Mom.

What a stain
that Lucas has turned into!

Now he's too busy to come.

But he's the tallest.

How will we
get the tickets now?

Stain.

Sheila's gonna
smell it on you.

Nah, I take Timber
in through the garage,

brush my teeth
in the laundry sink.

We're gonna
miss you guys.

But if I'm gonna
work in Stamford...

I know, gotta
live in Stamford.

Come on, Timber.

Mommy and Daddy
aren't answering.

Oh...well, they probably

just have the TV turned up,
sweetheart.

Okay?

Friday night, Susu and Ellis
in a kid-free house.

What could distract them?

Hmm...

Move, Mom! Mom!

You know, I could use
the little girl's room too.

Oh, sorry.

Toilets are backed up.

Crazy in here today.

Is Ellis here?

I just wanna tell him

about these Mets tickets
for tomorrow.

I'll tell him.

He's still sleeping.

Gotta go.

Bye.

Hmm.

What do you think
they'll get for the house?

3 1/2, easy.

I'm leaving a signature card.

Don't worry.
They're probably in the city.

I'd never show a house
without calling first.

Could be a zillion
embarrassing situations.

You could turn the basement
into a recording studio.

Your next CD could be Live from the Island of Staten.

Oh, God!
Oh, God!

We got multiple victims.
The De Pinna family.

Parents and two kids.

We got ransacking,
entry through a back door.

They beat the alarm.
It's, uh...

You gonna be okay?

It's like Charlie Manson
in there.

Cut off his hand maybe
to get the safe combination.

Looks like they usedmeat cleavers.

I'd go with machetes.

All the victims have
10, 15-inch cutting wounds

all the way to the bone.

Mr. De Pinna's the only one
coming out of rigor.

So he was the first to go.

Right before midnight?

The little one and the mom
I put at about eight hours ago.

There's no sign
of any funny business.

Rob and slaughter.

That was the plan.

Another kid?

Based on his body temp
and lack of rigor,

I'd make him
as the last to die.

Oh, boy.

They put this poor kid
through the ringer.

Cigarette burns.

Chopped his fingers off.

They wantedsomething from him

they couldn't getfrom his parents.

Little girl had
a sleepover last night.

Can we get the name
and address?

All the doors are alarmed except this one.

And this is the one
they hit.

Couldn't be dumb luck.
Place is for sale, right?

We vet everybody.
We're very careful.

This is so horrible.

I can't get the picture
out of my head.

I know how you feel.

What's this boxnext to their name?

"Virtual Tour"?

I check it if they took
a preview of the house

on our website.

Show me.

You can take a tour
of each room in the house.

Show me the kitchen.

Stop.
Can you zoom in?

"Kitchen Door Bypass."

It's not alarmed.

Ms. De Pinna said
that the kitchen door

was like Grand Central.

We'll need to checkwho's been logging on

to your website, okay?

Hey, these guys are sharp.

They cased the place

by checking onthe realtor's website.

I got an address
on the sleepover.

Oh, God.

Oh, God,she saved our lives.

We were gonna go in.

You were saying that
Mrs. De Pinna made a gesture?

Yeah, when she was talking about

her toilets backing up.

She pointed her fingerat her head,

like things were crazy.

Like she twirled her finger
or just pointed at--

No, no, just pointed.

You mean like a gun
at someone's...head?

Is that what she meant?
I missed it.

It could have
been anything.

What else did she say?

We were talkingabout a Mets game.

-Oh, no, her fingers.
-Remember, she flashed them.

-Yes.
-She flashed them like this.

Four of them.

Four perps.

Anything they tookwe can trace?

Tiffany vases.
Gold coins.

Jewelry.

Maybe 700 grand, total.

50 grand on the street.

Yeah, the vases were front and center in the virtual tour.

Lot of high-end electronics
in these photos.

They left it.

Took high-value items they couldfit in a knapsack.

Crew this good,
they're gonna do it again.

They tracedthe computer addresses

of everyone who logged onto the real estate website

in the last couple of weeks.

People from out of state.

Fancy neighborhoods.

Somebody logged on from
a Laundromat in Bed-Stuy

and spent two hours
taking virtual tours.

Yeah, it was last Monday.

It was two of themhogging one computer.

They looked 19, 20.

Tall one was, uh,6'4"-ish.

Short one was 5'6"and some change.

Light-skinnedsomething or other.

It's getting hard these daysto tell who's what.

They been in here before?

If they had, they wouldn'thave been invited back.

It was bedlam.

Shorty was on the computer.

Tall one kept swiping
his earphones.

You said something to him?

Nah.

Shorty made a phone call.

Handed the phone
to the tall one.

And whoever he had words with
cooled him out.

Thank you very much, sir.

All right.

Well, lucky them.

They got a cool head
to run the crew.

They took virtual tours

of dozens of two-million-plus
houses in the outer boroughs.

The last one...
was the De Pinna home.

If they're gonna find
another house to hit,

they're gonna need
more virtual tours.

Unless they alreadyfound a house.

They torturedthe De Pinna boy.

Rich kids knowother rich kids.

Who live in big houses.

CSU found cigarette ash

on the carpet
right in front of this board.

Maybe from the cigarettesthey used to torture him.

It's a junior varsity party.

Couple of pictures are missing.

Check out the size
of this house.

Maybe somebody on
his tennis team lives there.

Lucas...

Benjamin Price.

David Feist.

Rabinth "Robbie" Khan.

Rabinth Khan?

Yeah.

He's Indian.

There's a statueinside the house.

It's the Hindu god Ganesh.

K-H-A-N.
Rabinth Khan.

I don't care if you gotta
break into the school.

We need the address now.

Got it.

248 Snake Hill Road.

10 years on this island
are finally gonna pay off.

Clear!

Clear.

Clear!

Statue of Ganesh, green jade.
$80,000.

Going by the body temp
on this one,

you missed 'em by
less than an hour.

Too bad near misses
don't count.

Somebody on this crew
knows what they're doing.

They cherry-picked
the good loot

and left the eye candy.

We got bleeding
and torn tissue back here.

Looks like
he was sodomized,

probably with
a foreign object.

Does this qualify?

Blood on the handle.

Why drag him in here
unless you wanna do

something you didn't want
your pals to see?

Those shelves might have been
knocked down in a fight.

Maybe his pals
walked in on the fun.

Tried to stop it.
I don't know.

Rogers.

Pick that up for me,
would you?

Guy at the Laundromat said that "Shorty" was into music.

Think we can get some DNA
off this ear bud?

Antonio Mattini.

Lab found skin cells on
the foam cover of the ear bud.

Why is his DNA in the system
in the first place?

He was sampled
two years ago

after a felony beating
of an 11-year-old kid

in the bathroom
at the Bushwick Pools.

He's got no current address.

I see he aged out of foster care
two years ago.

Get word to his foster parents. Maybe he's been in touch.

From Antonio's
probation officer.

As of last December,

Antonio was working
at a burger joint in Bayside.

Oh, man, this chunk-blower?

The guy was making
defective Clownies

to fill the discard bag.

Pretend we don't work
in the fast-food business, okay?

The burgers
they make wrong--

they burn, they sneeze on--
they go in the discard bag.

This guy was burning Clownies
on purpose.

Okay, why was
he doing that?

I found him, 3:00 a.m.,
behind the store.

He was feeding these

little dogs--
you know, strays?

I'm like,
"What are you doing?"

He says,
"The runts never get a chance."

I fired him.
But thanks to him,

Every M-G-R has gotta do hand
counts of the discarded burgers.

And why do you call it
the Santiago Rule?

That's his name.
Jacopo Santiago.

What?
That's not his real name?

You don't hire people
with a criminal record, do you?

Not if I can help it.

We're gonna need
this Santiago's
Logan.

social security number.

Sure.

Barek, you know a lieutenant
named Lemoyne in Brooklyn?

So you wanna know about
an Antonio Mattini?

Yeah, about those home invasions
on Staten Island.

I want you to meet
his foster mother.

I cannot get over these boys, Roger.

Such handsome young men.

Thank you.

This is Detective Barek and Logan.

Chesley Watkins.

I've known Ms. Watkins
since she was the director

of the Tremont
Foster Care agency.

And then she became
a foster parent herself.

I got a call about
one of my boys, Antonio.

They wouldn't say why
they wanted him, so...

I reached out
to an old friend.

Do you know
where Antonio is?

I haven't seen him
since he aged out two years ago.

What is it
you think he's done?

Well, let's just say he's not
one of your success stores.

He's one case
I never cracked.

How was he with the younger
kids in your home?

I had to watch him.

He was small himself,
and the...

bigger boys
roughed him up.

The runt takes
the brunt, huh?

So he does,
but I protected him.

Excuse me.

Do I make you uncomfortable,
Detective?

Sorry, uh...

I'm just not a huge fan
of foster care.

You know, frozen rooms,
starved kids.

Am I gonna deny it?

Some people should never
be allowed near children.

On the other hand,
some children,

you give 'em families...
they're just not family boys.

Yeah, like Antonio.

My bad seed.

I don't envy you, son.

Son?

Thanks, Mrs. Watkins,
but, uh...

I don't need any
foster mothering.

Maybe not mothering.

But definitely dry-cleaning.

Good afternoon.

We got a line on Antonio.

Jacopo Santiago's
social security number

turned up at BBR's Barbecue
on Marcy Avenue.

Guy works till midnight.

We sit on him,
maybe his pals show up.

Let's sit on him.

Way Antonio swings that mop

might've paid off
working a machete.

Any word on the backup?

Still in traffic.

ETA in 10.

Looks like
the rest of the crew.

This is M.C. 325.
What's your location?

Who's this clown?

Antonio's guardian angel.

All right,
forget the backup.

Stop!
Police!

Gun!

Drop it!
Drop it!

Police!

Drop the gun!

Mike, he's still alive.

Call EMS.

Mike!

He's a cop.

What?! No!

Okay, okay,
get him in the car.

Help me, help me.

Help me, help me.
Okay.

Ready?

Watch his head.

Come on.

Okay, go, go, go, go, go!

You're our backup.
Where the hell were you?

Well, make yourself useful.
Secure the scene.

Get inside.
Talk to witnesses.

I gotta get
to the hospital.

Mike, Mike! Mike!

Come on, you can't.
You gotta stay. Come on.

You know you gotta stay.

2-7-Charlie is en route
to Kings Hospital,

transporting an MOS

with a gunshot wound.

All units are advised
to broadcast

only emergency calls
at this time.

We are assisting
in the shooting

of a member of the service.

Please stand by,
all transmissions.

You make your
IAB statement?

So...sense
of the room is...

your partner did
I.D. himself as a cop.

Officer Tarkman didn't
and swung his weapon on you.

I think officer Martinez
got there

too late
to see very much.

That's what he said.

But the employees here

back your team's version
of events.

That's gonna count more
with IAB

than anything
that Martinez could say.

All right.

What's the word
on Tarkman?

He's hanging on.

IAB is done with me.

Give me the keys.

I'm gonna go to the hospital
and give blood.

Come on, you're in
no shape to drive.

Besides, every cop
in the borough

is over at the hospital.

Come on, Barek, if I can
spill it, I can give it.

Keys.

I'll drive you.

It was just
a matter of time.

And I'm not the only one
at IAB saying it.

Say what you want.

Logan's done exemplary work.

Was it corroborated that Tarkman
didn't identify himself?

Yeah.
It was corroborated.

And there's a security tape
that shows

Tarkman had his weapon out.

Chief...

it's a lousy situation.

But Logan was by the book.

I got two home invasions.

Two butchered families.

I need him back.

Pending the official report,
you're cleared.

You made
the right call.

You know, the department
has shrinks on the payroll.

Ahh.

Any word on our suspects?

A search of the neighborhood
turned up nothing.

From where you sat, it looked
like Tarkman knew these guys?

Yeah, like he was friends
with Antonio.

Like he was saving him
from a beat-down.

Just heard what Tarkman's
partner told IAB.

15 minutes before he
showed up at the barbecue place,

Tarkman got a phone call.

He told his partner
it was urgent business.

Personal business.

All right,
so maybe Antonio

knew that the crew
was coming after him.

He calls Tarkman
to help him out.

Deakins.

Okay.
Thanks.

Tarkman died.
They couldn't stop the bleeding.

Hey, bad break,
Mike.

Could happen
to any of us.

Hang in there.

Yeah.

What do you got?

Tarkman was in foster care
for seven years

about the same time
that Antonio

was living
with Chesley Watkins.

Chesley Watkins was always
talking about her boys.

Well, maybe Tarkman
was Antonio's big brother.

It could be he wasn't
the only one.

I I.D.'d them
off the surveillance video.

James "Jimbo" Duncan,
Carlos Espilla,

Floyd Bolton.

They were Chesley Watkins'
foster kids

the same time
as Antonio and Tarkman.

Looks like Tarkman was
the only good seed of the bunch.

That call Tarkman got
before going in the barbecue...

Tarkman was undercover.

He was using a phone
issued by the department.

Only his team members were
supposed to have that number.

Maybe he gave it to Antonio
for emergencies.

What time was that call?

11:32.

It's 11:32, and there's Antonio cleaning the grill.

So somebody else
called Tarkman,

told him to come
help his foster brother.

Foster mom knew we were
looking for Antonio.

Same night Floyd, Carlos,
and Jimbo drop in on him.

The way they
jumped Tarkman there.

It's like they were
waiting for him.

It was a setup
to kill Antonio.

And his guardian angel.

Somebody called everyone
to the table.

They're Chesley's kids.

They all grew up under
Ms. Watkins' roof.

But they haven't lived
with Watkins for over two years.

I mean, what are you
accusing her of?

Somebody got word
to these three

that we were looking
for their little brother.

That somebody set a trap
for Tarkman.

Maybe the three
big guys

conned her into
calling Tarkman,

and she thought
she was helping out.

I got the sense that her foster
kids were important to her.

They are.

She quit the agency

to take care of her husband
when he got MS.

That's when she started
taking in kids.

When he died, the kids were all she had.

Well, maybe these three
knew how to play her emotions.

You have no proof
she called Tarkman.

Right?
He was undercover.

She wouldn't even
know how to reach him.

The only way
to get his number

was to call Central
from an inside line.

From a precinct,
for instance.

Ms. Watkins was alone
in your office.

Yeah, checking outgoing calls
on this extension.

Wednesday between 2:30,
2:45.

Yeah.
Thank you.

Request for the confidential
number of Officer Tarkman.

He came to me
when he was 12.

Handsome boy.

I raised him.

The police department
said they would

take care
of the arrangements.

They sent
his dress uniform.

I don't want him dressed
in the uniform

of the people
that killed him.

I don't want
their arrangements.

He's mine now.

And you make him
handsome again.

Swear.

Ms. Watkins
isn't here right now.

She had to run out.

Well, it's important
that we talk to her.

So is it okay if we
come inside and wait?

Okay.

But you have to stay
in the vestibule.

Your other brothers
and sisters out too?

I never had sisters.

They took everybody else away.

I'm the only one left.

Martell, honey,
you wanna make us some tea?

Yes, Momma.

You better be here
to apologize for killing my son.

He was one of my
success stories.

Well... I am sorry.

Wrong place,
wrong time for everybody.

Wrong place?

Actually, Officer Tarkman didn't
identify himself as a cop.

He pointed his gun at us.
He was confused.

That's 'cause he was
beaten senseless

by three of your other
foster sons.

I don't know anything
about that.

Really?
Floyd, Jimbo, Carlos?

It was like
a family barbecue.

These are grown men.

With lives of their own.

Until somebody
takes it from them.

You've only ever
taken in boys?

Boys listen
to their mothers.

Not like girls.

You'd be right
about that.

How'd you learn
to raise so many kids?

Do you have any of your own?

No.
It wasn't in the stars.

I wasn't afraid
of hard work.

Raised my siblings myself,

and, after my husband
Kenneth died,

I just couldn't stand
having an empty house.

Looks pretty empty now.
You only got the one boy there.

Foster care
gets backed up.

They'll be sending me
new boys soon.

Maybe you can get 'em
to throw in some fresh paint.

Are you here to give me
housekeeping tips?

Actually, we're here

because you made a call
from Lieutenant Lemoyne's office

to get Officer Tarkman's number.

And now, we're assuming that
you didn't mean him any harm--

I didn't make any call.

You trying
to put his death on me?

We suspect that your sons

perpetrated two home invasions.

Killed eight people
with machetes.

Monsters did this.

I didn't raise monsters.

Now get out.

You knew we were
looking for Antonio.

You better hope
nothing happened to him.

Out!

Oh, wow.
Art books.

Auction catalogs.

You interested in art?

I don't just feed their stomachs.

I feed their minds.

I want these boys to know
everything they're entitled to.

Those art books
are for her.

Antonio and the other three,
they wouldn't know

a Tiffany vase from, uh,
you know, Britney Spears.

They brought
foster mom along

to help them cherry-pick
their swag?

Come on.

So, uh, the foster agency

said Watkins got a pass
on a psych evaluation

because she used to work
for the agency.

But then, six months ago,

they tightened the standards
for foster parents.

She still wouldn't
take an evaluation.

So they started
taking kids away from her.

No more kids,
no more income.

Maybe she got her boys
to invade other people's homes

to pay for her own.

Deakins.

Oh, great.

Mr. Mattini
is surrendering himself

with the full confidence
he'll be cleared of all charges

in connection with
these tragic home invasions.

Antonio's my foster son.

I raised him to be
an honest person.

I've already lost one son
to the police department.

Let's hope they take
better care of this one.

That's it.
Excuse us, please.

Let us through, please.

You were saying?

It's my client's position

that those earphones
were stolen from him.

What's his position
on being identified

as one of the guys cruising
real estate websites?

Well, if you
had such an I.D.

it'd be in the affidavit
for the arrest warrant.

You know where we found

that earphone?

Right next to the kid he
sodomized with a tennis racket.

I guess you're used to being
on the receiving end--

Detective, don't think
you can provoke us with lies.

I'm just repeating what
his foster mother told us.

Before she told his brothers
to go get rid of him.

Momma wouldn't hurt me.

Oh, she was gonna
have you killed, Antonio.

You and your cop brother.

It's you.

You killed him!

Antonio!

That's it, my client
has nothing more to say.

Maybe if you didn't push so hard
to implicate Chesley Watkins--

She's involved.
There's no doubt in my mind.

No doubt?

You forget she turned in

a potential witness
against her.

She knows a kid like Antonio

who's been in foster care
since he's three

has major attachment
disorder.

She'd count on his loyalty.

But for how long?

We better make sure
this kid

gets put in
the isolation wing at Rikers.

I'll issue the order.

You were cleared, Mike.

Anybody gives you any crap,
they can talk to me.

The selection of what to take,
the artwork.

That's where
they need her.

They cased the house
over the Internet.

Maybe that's how they
got her input.

Used their phone
to take a picture,

and then they
e-mailed it to her.

And then she e-mails back
yea or nay?

Yeah. You know what--
maybe tech assist

can trace the e-mails
from one house to the other.

I'll get on it
as soon as I get home.

What, you're going?

Well, yeah.
Sleep, remember?

Yeah, but you live
all the way in Brooklyn.

My place is right
down the street.

I'll take the couch.

I don't believe you got a...
couch that big.

Yeah, maybe not.
Forget it.

I will, Mike.

On account you're not
in your right head.

Vodka, ice.

I've been watching you.

Your girlfriend dump you?

My partner.

You're a cop.

I love cops.

Can you get a cab?

The faster we go back
to your place, the better.

Away we go.

You know what, honey?

Let's do this
another time, okay?

I'm sorry.

It's called post-traumatic
stress, Mike.

I'm so relieved
it has a name.

If you're looking

you called me.

Ten years ago,

you never
would have done that.

Would have been better
if he shot me.

What about
your colleagues?

Oh...yeah,
they're all...

They're all very supportive.
You know?

What do you want them
to do?

Take a swing at you?

Is that why you tried
to provoke your partner?

I killed a cop.

Mike...

you have to accept

it's possible to do
all the right things

and still
get a bad result.

How?

How do you accept that?

With time,
you learn to live with it.

Oh.

Time.

A support system.

Everybody needs one.

This time of night
can't be good news.

He has an asthma condition nobody knew about.

He was brought in here.

He was waiting
in the corridor.

Alone?

Just for a moment.

He was cuffed to the bench.

He was stabbed seven times.

We'll find who did it.

We'll start with
ex-foster kids.

She had this all worked out.

Now it's our fault
that he's dead.

That vicious bitch.

Tech Assist thinks they got
a line on that e-mail traffic.

Cell phone e-mails containing
photo files

leave a distinctive signature.

We found transmissions
matching the dates

and neighborhoods
you supplied.

You have the photos?

Sure, they were sent
to an untraceable

file-sharing account.

Mrs. Watkins logged on,

and then her fingers
do the stealing.

What about the cell phone
these pictures came from?

All from the same
no-name phone.

But as long
as it's turned on,

we can find it for you.

Anywhere in the city.

Yo!

No littering.

Out of the car.

I said out of the car!

You're under arrest, Floyd.

That's definitely him.
Let's get him.

Machetes-R-Us.

Come on, Floyd, we know
it was you and Antonio.

Just the two of you.

Yeah, Antonio was
the chop-chop man.

And you picked out
the goods.

We know it the same way

we found you.

Your momma told us...
after she turned Antonio in.

That's true, Floyd.

As a matter of fact,

she's right behind this mirror
watching you.

You could say something
to her, if you want to.

It may be the last chance

you'll have to talk to her.

With her statement

and the machetes
in your car,

oh, man, you are cooked.

She's cutting you
loose, Floyd.

Just like
your real mother did.

Do you remember
what that felt like?

They're not gonna let her
stay much longer.

No, wait!
Wait up!

Why'd you lie, Momma?

Why you put the weight
on me?

You know Carlos and Jimbo
were there too.

How would she know that?

'Cause she sent us!

She sent us
to the houses.

Like the houses she always said
we'd live in one day.

She told us
to use machetes.

She said people see you
with a machete,

they listen up.

I did it for you, Momma.

Why you throwing me away?

Your brother gave you up,
Carlos.

He fingered you
for killing Mrs. De Pinna.

And the little boy
in the other house.

I ain't got nothin' to say
about his lies.

Better talk, Jimbo.

Your mother,
your brothers.

They'll put it
all on you.

Without either one of these two

or corroborating evidence,

Floyd's testimony
won't get us far.

The machetes are clean.
They've never been used.

That leaves the mother
of all mothers.

Well, don't
get carried away.

It's not like
you nursed those kids.

You don't know anything
about a mother's love.

Or a child's.

A child'll say anything if he's scared.

Well...people see you
with a machete,

they listen up.

That sounds like it came
right out of your mouth.

People believe
what they wanna believe

if it conforms to what
they learned in childhood

at their mother's feet.

I learned
that raising kids

doesn't give you
a free pass to sainthood.

Son, what did
your mother do to you

to make you
so hateful of me?

Lady...

I'm probably the only person
in this house

who understands you.

Are you?

I had one of those
martyr mothers.

Big cross to bear.

Laid the guilt on
like butter.

What's your cross?

Had to bring up
your brothers and sisters?

Your husband dying young?

Can't have kids?

Which one is it?

Maybe you can convince me

those big, scary boys

threatened you
into helping them.

I can't convince you
of anything.

Your mind's made of cement.

You know something?

I knew kids who grew up
in foster homes,

and they're survivors.

They can smell
a good soul...

and they can play her.

And do you think
I'm a good soul?

I think you try to be.

I have a lot of love
to give.

Oh, you have
a lot of love to take.

It's the love
you didn't get.

It's the love you
missed out on.

It's what you want
from those kids, isn't it?

You understand that
about me?

That's what makes you
an easy mark for those kids.

I only ever
wanted to be loved.

I even gave up

my self-respect...

when I was young.

'Cause I thought I knew
how to get love.

Everyone takes advantage
of you.

You're a good man.

I want to help you.

I know I took away
one of your sons.

I want to make it up
to you.

You need to tell me

what those boys
forced you to participate in.

And I'm gonna go to bat for you.

Just...tell you?

Just tell me.

Those children came to me...
with nothing.

And you fed them,
you enriched their lives.

And they paid you back

by forcing you to commit
crimes with them.

Foster care stopped
giving me boys.

They have so many new rules.

I--I was going broke.

And my boys...

My caring boys...

They...

I forgive you.

What?

Mother forgives you.

Can you forgive her?

I'm sorry, it's not
for me to forgive you.

You need to tell me

what those boys
coerced you into.

You can't forgive
your own mother?

It's the only way
you can be happy.

Please.

Okay...
I forgive her.

You don't mean it.
You're just--

I mean it.

I've forgiven my mother.

Now...

Now?

Nothing.

Lawyer.

When you feel ready
to face your colleagues...

behind there, you know...

you tell them I want a lawyer.

Not guilty.

Your Honor, the People
request a remand.

Your Honor-- Machetes, counselor?

I don't want to hear it.

Bail is denied.

The defendants
are remanded.

Every day Carlos and Jimbo
spend in prison,

Chesley's hold on them
gets weaker.

What's going on?

What happened?!

What the hell happened?

We were transferring him
to the elevator

on the sixth floor.

He got away from us.

He just launched himself
through the window.

Her lawyer filed
a motion to dismiss.

The other two
are bound to follow suit.

With our witness gone,

the motion will
undoubtedly be granted.

Not by me.

Anything you need to put
this woman back in jail...

let me know.

Well, where do you
want to start?

Witness statements
or pawn shops?

Officer Martinez.

Wasn't he the first patrolman
on the scene

at the Tarkman shooting?

Yeah, he helped me put
Tarkman in the car.

Internal Affairs wants
to talk to me about him.

Said to bring
my CEA rep with me.