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[male announcer] 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.

[male deejay on radio] Good morning, NYC.

This is Mack the Morning Man,

all the way live from WBIB.

I'd like to send a shout out to my man Apokalypto

who is up for sentencing today.

About time.

Yo, Lypto!

[loud hip-hop music playing]

♪

Jacob!

Turn that noise down.

It's not noise.

You should listen to it.

School. Let's go.

I'll see you downtown later today, correct?

- Yup. - Okay.

Surprise me, concentrate.

Jake!

Hey, what's up, man?

- How you doing, man? - What's going on?

I can see that though.

Hey, what's up, man?

Listen, man, tonight at your house, right?

Yeah, seriously, man, he's out of town.

He's out of town.

[male bailiff] Docket ending 094682.

People versus Calvin Lipscomb.

Judge Nicholas Fenner presiding.

I am now ready to pronounce sentence.

Mr. Lipscomb.

You could have used your talent to help the community,

but you chose not to.

I sentence you to 5 to 15 years.

What? Hell, no, man!

You crazy, Judge?

Don't worry about it, Lyp, we got your back!

I hope those who look up to you

will realize that if you wave a gun around,

it doesn't matter how many gold records you have.

Clear the courtroom, we're done.

You think this done, Judge?

It ain't done!

[crowd murmuring]

[Ross] Nicholas Fenner, Junior.

They shot a judge's son in front of the courthouse.

Nah, I think they dumped him.

He bled out somewhere else.

Anybody reach Judge Fenner yet?

He's away for the weekend, a legal conference in Chicago.

That's a call no father wants to get.

Get the security camera videos.

See if we can ID the vehicle they used.

Ace of hearts?

It's pretty old school.

It's like when some of our soldiers

would mark their kill in Vietnam.

Or red, code for the Bloods?

[Ross] Sending a message.

After you see the ME, find out if Judge Fenner

was working a gang-related case.

[female ME] No drugs.

Few drinks in him, but nothing record-breaking

for a Saturday night.

Hard to believe he was 21.

He wasn't even shaving yet.

Hmm.

Shot right below the ear.

Maybe execution style.

No stippling, so not close range.

And no ligature, so he wasn't tied up.

But I found synthetic fibers in the wound.

Hmm.

Like someone put a hood over his head

before they shot him maybe.

Bullet's intact.

9-millimeter.

Glock?

Through the skull, out the back of the head,

stuck in the scalp.

It happens.

He's supposed to be in college in Maryland.

Has he ever been in any trouble?

Sure, a little after his mother died, but...

nothing that would lead to this.

This is Judge Fenner.

Wheeler, you remember Thomas Grady, his friend,

formerly of the U.S. Attorney's Office.

I'm just here as a friend.

The boy is my godson.

That's not Nicholas.

That's my youngest, Jacob.

[crying]

[deep breath]

I drove Jacob home from court Friday.

Then Thomas picked me up, and we drove to JFK.

That was the last time...

[crying]

I don't remember if I told him I loved him.

Do you know where your car is now, Judge?

Where I left it, in front of my house.

It might not be there anymore.

Judge, we found this lying on Jacob's chest.

It's an old design, we're trying to trace it.

Does it have any meaning to you?

No.

You mentioned you drove Jacob home from work.

Why was he there?

I was giving a heavy sentence

to one of these rappers he listens to,

um, Mr. Calvin Lipscombe, aka Apokalypto.

[Logan] You get any static for that?

Mr. Lipscombe warned me it wasn't over.

His friends yelled.

I didn't take it seriously.

Any of them see you with Jacob?

They might have.

Do you know where Jacob was last night?

He went to the movies with my son Riordan

and a couple of friends.

I talked to him earlier in the evening on the phone.

Everything was fine.

We're gonna want to have a word with them.

You know where they are?

He and his friends are up at Hunter skiing.

I tried to call him, but, uh, cell phones

don't work that well up there.

They'll be back at school tomorrow.

Sorry you had to miss some of those sessions

with your grief counselor.

That's all right.

You guys might actually do something useful.

Riordan?

Your father says that all of you were

at the movies Saturday night?

What'd you see?

Borat.

I don't think that's playing anymore, Colin.

Wanna try again?

All right.

We might've had a party at Jacob's house.

You don't have to tell my parents, though, do you?

Did it get out of control?

No, it kind of broke up early.

Jacob was in a weird mood.

Why do you think that was, Daphne?

We had a misunderstanding.

He walked in on Riordan and me.

We were just talking, but he might've gotten

the wrong idea.

Why? Were the two of you going out?

Well, in his mind, they were.

I mean, Jacob had kind of an overactive imagination.

How about a temper?

Not usually.

He, uh, sort of went off, and I tried to get him to chill.

But he just kicked us all out,

got in the car, and drove off.

He got in the car, huh?

Whose car?

Jacob's dad's.

He only had a learner's permit,

but he liked to take it into Manhattan on weekends

when his dad went out of town.

He had his older brother's ID on him.

Any idea where he was going with it?

There's a club in the West 20s.

Not Spire.

[both] Yeah.

[Wheeler] You know him?

[Flaherty] No, who is it?

It's the judge's son, who was killed this weekend.

You're not blaming me for this.

I don't serve underage.

Ask your task force, they're in here every night.

Relax, Flaherty.

He had good ID, it was his older brother's.

Then yeah.

Yeah, now that I'm looking, you know.

I've seen him here a few times.

When was the last time he was here?

Friday. He was talking to Twitch, the deejay.

Any idea what that was about?

Well, there's a lot of them here, so.

I thought it was collegial, but, uh...

Twitch works with the guywho, uh,

that judge just sentenced.

Apokalypto.

Yeah, Apokalypto.

So that'll be on your security video.

Yeah.

Are you sure it was Friday night

and not Saturday night?

I know the difference between Friday

and Saturday nights.

Saturday is all bridge and tunnel.

They wear jackets like, uh,

like that leather thing of yours.

Do yourself a favor, Flaherty,

and don't tell Twitch we're looking for him.

You have my word.

That somehow doesn't comfort me.

Uh, Wheeler...

I gotta ask you something.

Hey, it's private, Logan.

What?

You know a guy named Johnny Wheeler?

Yeah.

Why?

Well, I was talking to someone about the grief

you cops always give me, and he asked me

if you were related.

He's my father.

Really?

That's a small world.

Who's asking about him?

Bobby Grey.

Has best Puerto Rican rum in East Harlem.

He asked to send your old man his regards.

Give him a call.

Wheeler.

What was that about?

Flaherty's rum man says hello to my dad.

Your dad?

Didn't you say he...

Disappeared. When I was ten.

What's he got to do with Flaherty?

I don't know.

He was a lawyer, worked in Midtown.

We lived in Armonk.

One day he took the train in,

never came back.

Yep, that's you, Twitch, talking to Jacob at Spire,

who's now dead.

All right, so I talked to him.

He liked my mixes.

A lot of people do.

Sure it didn't have nothing to do with

the, uh, judge sentencing your friend, Lypto?

Hey, I didn't know anything about that.

Hmm, we got witnesses who put you

in the courtroom on Friday, yelling at the judge.

That was just show.

I'm all right with the time my man got.

Best thing for his street cred.

You're happy Lypto got sent away?

Tell you the truth, I was kinda relieved.

He was freebasing lately.

Gettin' a little unstable and hard to be around.

I can do my own music now.

So what were you talking about on that tape?

He was apologizing.

He said he tried to school his old man

about Lypto's talent.

Wanted me to know, I guess.

This is Mr. Twyman's lawyer.

Detectives, this conversation is over.

Hey, Maurice!

Who brought this thing in here?

His nickname is Twitch.

He's got no priors.

I don't think he's got the stomach

to kill a judge's son.

He also doesn't have an alibi for Saturday night.

He started off by lying about knowing Jacob

was the judge's son.

He's still in the mix.

Maybe not. Ballistics report.

Turns out the bullet that killed Jacob was fired

from a court officer's gun.

[sighs]

So you, uh, lost your gun jumping in the river

Saturday night trying to save

a homeless man from drowning, huh?

It sounds like you're the man of the hour.

Why wasn't it in any of the newspapers?

I'm not looking for any publicity.

So where is this guy you saved?

Wandered off to get some dry clothes.

Where do you think he went?

Today's Man?

Gonna need your gun, Hector.

Like I said, it fell in the river.

Remember how you had to have it tested last year

after it misfired?

Ballistics kept an imprint on the system.

Your gun fired a bullet Saturday night.

[sighs]

All right.

It might not have gone down exactly like I said.

We're listening.

I, uh, had a little too much to drink

and I wound up, uh, at 3:00 AM

at a pit bull fight in Spanish Harlem.

Pit bull fight?

I'm getting in my car, when this silver SUV

comes screeching up alongside me.

And was this before or after you rescued the homeless guy?

No, this is for real.

The guy in the backseat,

he pulls out his gun gangsta style.

You know, he's yelling, "Give it up, cracker! Give it up!"

Cracker?

Who says that anymore?

How many of them were there?

Four or five.

It was kinda hardto see.

Do you remember if you had your gun out already?

No, I mean, after the guy took a shot,

I pulled my gun, it goes off.

Then they tore out.

I mean, I don't even know if I hit anything.

Oh, yeah, you hit something, all right.

Mr. D'Angelo is less than a model civil servant.

The police called twice to his home,

domestic disturbances, a month in rehab

for having his gun accidentally discharge

into a grill at a family barbecue.

Last year, the judge received death threats

after he ruled against the court officer's union

in a contract dispute.

Hector used to be a delegate.

Go rattle his cage a little.

All right, listen, if we're done,

I gotta pick up my youngest at daycare.

[Wheeler] It's Jacob Fenner.

The boy you shot.

I shot the judge's son?

Wasn't that the same judge that ruled

against your union last year?

He did?

Hector, this answering a question

with a question thing, it's not helping you.

We know you're a union delegate.

I was pushing to get that contract signed.

I mean, it's in the minutes.

So you're saying that it's a coincidence

that your bullet ended up in Jacob's head?

Maybe I've said enough already.

Tell my union I want my lawyer.

Hector's a liar.

Is it possible someone really did try to carjack him?

Maybe.

He said four or five people were in the SUV.

Based on the courthouse tapes, when Jacob was dumped,

there had to be at least two.

One was driving, and one pushed the body.

Jacob was alone in his father's Mercedes.

Coulda been carjacked, and then the gang

tried for another.

Okay, if it was a carjack,

the judge's car won't be in one piece for very long.

I'll have auto theft keep pushing the chop shops.

Two carjackings and dumping a body.

Busy night.

Sprees like this usually have a build.

They might've started the night small.

Then there should be a pattern on the incident reports

from Saturday night.

Hector says he was carjacked in Spanish Harlem.

There.

Three attempted robberies in a four-block radius.

And here, armed robbery at a bodega,

3:00 AM Saturday night.

Assailants left in an SUV.

How 'bout that?

That's it.

That's the car they were driving,

the guys that robbed my store.

What about a security tape?

It's broken.

My brother-in-law said he was going to have it fixed.

All right, so how many of them were there?

Two came in the store around 3:00,

two others in the car.

Did you get a look at them?

Black guys in ski masks, gloves.

Fired a shot into the wall behind me.

How do you know they were black

if they were wearing ski masks?

Their voices.

And the way the one guy held his gun.

We'll get CSU to take that bullet out of the wall.

So what did they get?

$400 from my register.

Hey, did they take anything else?

You know, lottery tickets, cigarettes.[cell phone rings]

They took cookies and malt liquor.

Okay.

Hey, get that fixed.

Yep.

Thank you.

Judge's car just turned up.

Chop shop?

Where, Brooklyn or Queens?

Brooklyn.

Any chance you can cover for me?

Yeah, sure.

What's up?

I mean, if there's a problem, I can--

No, no, no, I'm fine.

[keys jangling]

Oh.

All right, so, see you later?

Mm-hmm. Thanks.

I didn't want to say too much to Flaherty

because he's complicated, you know?

But I just was wondering if you were Johnny's girl.

I'm a little confused.

How did you know my father?

Oh, well, he, uh, he helped me out

with some legal matters.

That man knew his way around the state liquor authority.

Uh, when did you last see him?

Oy, it's... 20 years ago?

And after that we-- we kinda lost touch.

Man, what a good guy.

I used to call him Tall Johnny.

He called me Wide Bobby.

You, uh, you want a bottle of Puerto Rican rum?

No. Thank you.

Was there something specific that you wanted?

Nah, I just, uh, I just was wondering

what happened to him.

I don't know.

Really?

God.

And you're a detective, huh?

[laughs] Yeah.

Your dad would've got a kick out of that.

Yeah? How so?

Oh, uh, he just woulda.

I mean, you know, I didn't really know him

all that well.

I had more dealings with his partner.

Venini?

Now, those two guys, they were close.

Do you, uh, do you know Venini?

Who brought it in?

A couple of gentlemen

I've done business with in the past.

You know, lots of people bring in their totals

for us to work on.

I wouldn't call this a total.

Come on, will you?

Now, I'm one of the good guys here.

I didn't have to call this in.

Yeah.

But you're glad you did, right?

'Cause you really don't wanna be involved

in a murder investigation, Maurice.

Good.

Now, I'm gonna want the names of the guys

that brought this in, and I'm gonna want their addresses.

What do you think, I send them a 1099?

Maurice...

I'm not feeling the love.

[softly] Ah, Jesus.

All right.

Laurel, he's about yay tall.

He's got a port-wine stain on his forehead.

And Hardy, he's fat.

He's got these bicycle clips on his pants legs.

Bicycle clips?

Yeah.

[grunting]

Aah.

All right, I'm going, I'm going.

Why's this going off?

What's this? Dude.

Look, dude!

[yelling] Who is she?

Shh! Ah, no!

Man, let's go!

Open the door!

I can't open the door!

Everything's stopped up.

I don't know how-- he must have--

There's gotta be a way.

Look, we didn't know the kid was in the car.

All right, well, which kid are we talking about here?

Are we talking about the five-year-old

that you kidnapped last night?

That was a misfortunate circumstance!

Shut it.

I'm not done talking.

Or are you talking about the teenager

that you dumped out of this SUV on Saturday?

We--we've never seen this car before.

Your fingerprints were all over the car!

That's... grand theft auto, kidnapping, murder.

That's 25 to life times three?

[both] Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Back up, back up... murder?

Yeah, murder.

There was blood all over

that backseat from the teenager.

Did I mention that he was a judge's son?

Hey, just--just look at our rap sheet.

Okay, murder and kidnapping, that's not who we are.

I'm telling you, that SUV was empty when we found it.

Empty, huh?

Where?

It was around the corner from this club

we were at, place called Spire.

In Chelsea.

[sighs]

When was this?

It was Saturday night.

We were partyin' with the ladies,

like, till the break of dawn, okay?

And then we came out, and boom, there it was.

Dome light on, and the keys were in the ignition.

All right, well, we're gonna wanna talk

to these lady friends of yours right away.

Well...

W-we didn't get their names.

Well, Willy's right about their rap sheets.

It's long and dull.

There's no shootings, no kidnappings.

Nothing very interesting.

[Ross] Mighta been their career night.

Ballistics?

Tell me their gun's a match for the bodega bullet.

Nope.

Turns out it can't fire.

It's a toy gun.

But Hector the court officertold us

someone in the SUV fired a shot at him.

Yeah, that's right, in Spanish Harlem.

These dopes here claim they got the car

right outside of Spire.

The night after Jake was supposed to have been there.

Garbage in, garbage out.

Okay, go back to Spire and check out

the security tapes.

Those aren't women.

Those two clowns are dancing with men.

The tape's timecoded.

It may mortify them, but it also alibies them.

They recovered your car, but they weren't the ones

who took it from your son.

And the court officer who shot my son?

Did so in drunken self-defense?

My son's death-- this tragedy--

it's turning into farce.

Judge, you can be sure we're taking this

very, very seriously.

Yet you still have no idea who took my Jacob.

We may have one small new lead.

The playing card?

We've seen this before.

It turns out the company stopped making cards

with this finish back in 1952.

And that's supposed to be significant?

We're wondering if Jacob's death

was some sort of payback.

Payback?

From 1952?

Uncle Pete?

Megan?

My God.

If it isn't little Megan!

Look at you!

Here, sit down.

You make sure you tell your mom that I send my love.

Why don't you tell her yourself?

It's been 20 years.

She coulda used the help.

Darling, your lovely mother never thought much of me.

Johnny was the only Wheeler good enough for her.

Did you know Bobby Grey?

No, does he owe me money?

He says Dad got him a liquor license.

And I thought Dad was a copyright lawyer.

Your mother told you that?

What did my father do?

Well, if you wanted to get a liquor license back then,

you had to go to what Johnny called an in lawyer.

If you went to an out lawyer,

you wouldn't get one.

Your father was way in.

You're saying he took bribes?

You never wondered how he paid for the house?

The cars? The private school?

Did he have a partner?

In a way, uh, Victor Venini.

A wine importer.

Uh, had a little storefront down in SoHo.

Must be 70 by now.

Do you know what happened to Dad?

No idea.

Victor Venini?

Detective Wheeler.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

We were just tasting some buonissimo vino

from Sicilia.

Can I pour?

I was expecting someone older.

Oh, that would be my father, Victor senior.

He, um, he passed about four years ago.

But maybe I can help you.

Was he in business with Johnny Wheeler?

Johnny, sure, they were great buddies.

You know, when needed, one hand washed the other.

How exactly did they do that?

I guess Johnny pulled some strings to help my dad,

and Dad paid him back.

In those days, you needed a good lawyer in Albany

who knew people.

How long did you know my father?

My whole life.

How's he doing?

It's been awhile since I've seen him.

Yeah, yeah, me too.

I haven't seen him since, um... since my wedding.

No, you know what?

It was my daughter's christening.

He went to your daughter's christening?

Oh, yeah. Very generous guy.

I mean, gave me a big envelope.

You know him.

Do you know how I could get in touch with him?

You don't?

No.

Well, it's been awhile, but...

I'll give you the last number I had.

That'd be great.

Let me see... Johnny... Johnny... Johnny Wheeler.

There it is.

Thank you.

They found an old Ace of hearts

on the kid's body.

Yeah, so?

The police are starting to think that one of the older crews

might be involved in what happened to the boy.

I'm just an old man in here for, uh, littering.

What's it to dowith me?

Seems like the kind of thing your crew would get up to.

What a way to talk to your father.

Do me a favor, Thomas.

Learn to look after your own.

For once.

Don't worry, Dad.

I will.

[Wheeler] We found this in a 1955 Daily Mirror.

An Ace of hearts was found at the crime scene,

leading police to suspect the brazen Gun Hill Road Boys

may have struck again.

The Gun Hill Road Boys?

What do they got to do with our judge?

It may not be about our judge.

Take a look at who's doing 25 to life

in Sing Sing for kidnapping and murder.

That's your father's signature card

for his old gang.

The Gun Hill Road Boys?

Why didn't you point this out to us?

To be honest with you,

I didn't make the connection at first.

Come on, you saw it twice, Mr. Grady.

So when's the last time you saw him?

Day before yesterday.

First time in four years.

I went up there to ask him about the card myself.

He denied any knowledge.

Well, thanks for tipping him off.

Tipping him off? You heard me.

Everything I've done in my life

has been to distance myself from that man.

Why do you think I became a federal prosecutor?

Well, I'm no shrink,

but, uh, my guess would be overcompensation.

Still, I guess it had to be awkward

to have a convicted killer for a father

when you work for the Department of Justice.

You gonna tell me he never put the arm on you?

Not on me.

On my best friend.

Judge Fenner.

My father was up for parole a couple of years ago.

One of his emissaries tried to pressure the judge

into using his influence with the board.

Well, your father's still in Sing Sing,

so the judge must have shot that down.

How'd that go over?

My father's not very evolved.

Still, he's your father.

Didn't it piss you off a little that your friend

couldn't lend a hand?

It pissed me off, Detective,

that my father, who never lifted a finger

for anyone in this family, humiliated me

and took advantage of my friendship.

If I was on that parole board,

I wouldn't let him off either.

Thank you for the coffin nails.

Seniority carries its privileges.

[Logan] You know why we're here?

Community outreach.

This turned up recently on a corpse.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, I heard about that.

Sinatra's got his imitators, I got mine.

Any idea which of those imitators that might be?

Well, I, uh... [clears throat]

I heard this kid, his father was a judge, huh?

So he probably aggravated lots of people.

Well, what goes around comes around.

Am I right, sweetheart?

Where would somebody get a card that old?

Beats me, all my old crew are either dead or in the can.

You got a parole coming up.

Probably gonna be your last.

Maybe you wanna see your grandchildren.

When they put me away, they melted the key.

Can't turn my nob talking about parole.

So what are you doing leaning on your son?

My son?

I never asked that tight-ass for anything.

You didn't ask him to help with the parole board?

No.

He offered.

Said, uh, his friend, the judge,

had pull with the board.

Anyway, I'm sorry you wasted this beautiful afternoon

driving up here.

Thanks for the smokes.

Next time I'll tell you my brand.

Mr. Grady, the COs aren't done tossing your room.

What would they do that for?

They're searching for the rest of the deck

this card came from.

[laughing]

They're not gonna find it there.

My son holds all my possessions for me.

Nice to see you.

Oh, for God's sake.

I've known Thomas since law school.

Did he ask you to speak to the parole board

on behalf of his father?

He would never impose that way.

It was one of his father's associates.

We're looking into the possibility

of a revenge motive because you didn't assist

in that matter.

It was two years ago, and the man

who came into my office was using a walker.

I've lost a son.

And this is your investigation?

I'm very disappointed.

Uh, one last thing, Judge.

Ballistics is gonna need to have a look

at that Glock you have a permit for.

What do you think, I kidnapped my own son?

We can send a squad car to pick up

that Glock if you like.

What the hell was that about?

We asked for a Sing Sing visitor's log.

Take a look at who's been going up to see

Tommy Grady senior.

Well, before you take a run at him,

call the warden and make sure nobody else sees this.

Wheeler.

A word, please.

I understand

you've been looking into a case of your own.

What's this about your father?

It's family issues.

I'm sorry if Logan had to cover for me.

I didn't hear about this from your partner.

And I didn't hear about it from you.

I wish I had.

It's personal, Captain.

It may be, but it crosses over.

Detective Wheeler, this is Detective Daniels

from the city's club enforcement task force.

I understand you met with Venini, Jr.?

What's he have to do with club enforcement?

Wine and liquor wholesaler,

one of the last Mom and Pop businesses in the city.

Four years ago,

when his father Victor senior died,

there were 70 wholesalers supplying downtown clubs.

Now there are 19,

including Bobby Grey.

And when Bobby Grey got in touch with you

to ask after your dad, he was asking for help.

He wanted me to suspect Venini had something to do

with my dad's disappearance.

And he didn't want it traced back to him.

And here's why.

These two wholesalers refused to sell to Venini, Jr.

One of them complained to us.

They've both disappeared in the last six months.

Six months-- as far as I know,

my dad disappeared 20 years ago.

He might've.

Or he may've just had to relocate.

Sometimes bagmen dip into the bag.

Your father, Johnny, made things easy

for Venini's customers in exchange for 10%

of Venini's business.

But when Victor senior died,

junior would've wanted Johnny out.

He had a new business model.

And if my father refused?

Thank you, Detective.

Keep us posted.

Just one last...

When you met with Junior, he gave you a number

for your father?

He did.

It's a no-name cell phone.

I dialed it.

It just rang and rang.

Hey, guys.

Daphne, you have a minute?

Okay, I guess.

Eh, girl talk, you know.

[laughs]

So you guys caught the shooter.

Stick?

Sure.

Stick?

Yeah, we're trying to keep it out of the press

until we find, uh, you know,

who helped dump Jacob's body.

Which reminds me, I wanted to ask you something.

How are you feeling?

Things have been kinda weird around here.

Do you mind if I ask you a couple of questions

about this weekend?

Shoot.

So we pick up these two guys, right,

and they're trying to sell the judge's SUV.

We noticed there was a big dent

on the front bumper.

You didn't happen to see that dent Saturday night, did you?

No, sir.

But it was pretty dark.

It was probably pretty late too.

Didn't you have a track meet that morning or something?

Not track, skiing.

Oh, yeah. Skiing.

How was it?

It hasn't been the best year for snow.

How 'bout you?

Did you go, Colin?

No.

Hmm, no room in the car?

[laughing] Something like that, yeah.

Anyway, must've been pretty tough on the slopes

if you'd been partying all night.

What time you get to sleep?

You know, me and Daphne didn't go to sleep.

I was in bed by 1:00,

but I was still hung over on the slopes.

Big mistake.

Why?

We're still trying to establish

exactly when Jacob left,

where he went.

Could he have gone somewhere to buy drugs?

Daphne?

We told you, he went to Spire.

Oh, we checked.

He was there the night before,

but not Saturday.

Anyway, I tried skiing.

It was a total disaster.

Where'd you go, upstate?

- Yeah. - No wonder.

You gotta try Vail.

- Those western powders? - Awesome.

I don't know.

It's too cold for me.

I almost froze my nose off.

You didn't wear a mask?

No. Dude, you gotta wear the gear.

You guys have ski masks?

Yeah.

That's funny.

The guys that dumped Jacob, we got 'em on tape.

They were wearing ski masks.

Really?

Yeah.

I guess it's part of the whole gangster thing now.

You know, part of their look.

Gangsters? Oh, no, no.

These cats were total amateurs.

Get this.

These same guys held up a bodega that night,

didn't know there was a camera in the place,

and put a bullet in the wall.

Not too smart.

[laughs]

Hmm.

Good, then they'll probably be pretty easy

for you guys to catch.

Hey, uh, you ever, uh,

play cards with your grandfather

when you visit him?

Not for nothing, Detective,

but I'm a lawyer's son and a Harvard legacy.

Don't you think you're getting a little out of yourself here?

That's not an answer.

I don't like where this is going.

What, that scared you, bro?

Oh, come on, homeboy.

I thought you were the real deal.

I'm starting to think you're about as street

as Jessica Simpson.

Oh, yeah? What does that make you?

I'm true to the game, bro.

Easy to say if your dad used to work

for the Justice Department.

Be easy, Jack.

I got your back.

Yeah.

Come on, Harold, let's roll.

Why don't you tell me the truth, Riordan?

Oh, so now you've got your driver spying on me?

You weren't gonna tell me those detectives

were at your school today?

Why are you sweatin' me, Dad?

It was stupid, all right?

They think Jacob might've been mixed up in drugs.

Was he?

I wouldn't know if he was, Dad.

You know I'm not into that.

Sit down.

I'm gonna ask you this once.

And I need to know the absolute truth about it.

Otherwise, I can't protect you.

Was there anything about what happened that night

that you haven't already told me?

Son.

I'm speaking to you as your father right now.

Not as your lawyer.

Whatever it is, we'll get through it.

But I need you to man up

and be straight about it.

It was Colin, Dad.

And he's into this old school gangster stuff.

There was nothing I could do.

Okay.

[Ross] So Riordan's a gangster-wannabe.

[Wheeler] Here's his homepage.

He's a self-proclaimed wangster,

whose parents pay $30,000 a year in tuition

and SAT tutors.

No surprise there.

Still, it's a big leap from keeping it real

to robbing a bodega at gunpoint.

Right, thank you.

Maybe not, that was Judge Fenner.

He normally keeps his gun in a lockbox

at the back of his closet.

Turns out it's missing.

So what, Jacob stole his dad's car and his gun,

went on a senior spree that went horribly wrong?

It's a good theory.

Do we have anything that links

any of the others to any of this?

They're lying about the timeline.

Daphne says she was homeby 1:00.

Riordan says they never went to sleep.

She'll say she was lying to look like a good girl.

One of them has to turn.

Well, Riordan's not giving anything up.

And Daphne's father is a Fortune 500 CFO.

She'll lawyer up.

What about Colin?

He's a scholarship student with a single mother

who works night shifts at King's County Hospital.

Then I'm sorry to say

Colin just drew the short straw.

I don't know nothing about it.

Colin, is that how they teach you to speak

in private school?

Mrs. Wilcox,

Colin's best chance here is to help himself.

Don't you try to play me, Detective.

You got a lawyer's son, a businessman's daughter,

and my son.

Probably took you all of three seconds

to figure out who to put the pressure on.

Not even two, Mrs. Wilcox.

Colin, look at me.

I'm no snitch!

Well, you'll do just fine.

'Cause we're not greedy.

Do you hear him, Colin?

Do you think these rich folks

are gonna let their kids go to prison?

You got one chance to get out in front of this, son.

So take a deep look inside

before you take the weight for them.

Keep going, son. You're doing fine.

Okay.

So Jacob and Colin wanted to hit the clubs.

And everything was chill until Jacob let Colin drive,

'cause Colin was trashed.

Um, he hit a lamppost, and Jacob freaked.

You know, he said his father would kill him

because he wasn't even the one driving the car.

Where did he take the car after?

Colin knew of some all-night mechanic in Harlem.

But the guy wanted 500 bucks to fix it,

and that's when everything got crazy.

[Wheeler] How?

'Cause Colin got the idea to get Jacob's dad's gun

and pull a robbery.

So you're saying that Colin robbed a bodega

to help fix the judge's car?

Why would he do that?

He's a scholarship kid, he has a need for approval.

What confuses me here

is the bodega owner

said he saw two people in the store

and a girl with blonde hair in the car,

which could be Daphne, right?

No, he's lying.

But you were all wearing ski masks, right?

Detective, my son wasn't there.

We are trying to be helpful here.

Maybe he wasn't, but Daphne could've been.

Are you covering for her?

No, I swear.

Colin told me he picked up a couple of his thug friends

from the neighborhood.

Did he tell you about how Jake got shot?

He just said something bad went down

and he and his friends dumped the body at the courts.

And then dumped the car.

Okay.

This all checks.

The only thing we can't figure out

is where Colin got the idea for putting the Ace of hearts

on Jacob's body.

You ever tell him about your grandfather's crew?

Riordan has nothing to do with his grandfather.

Last time I took him up there for a visit,

he was 13 years old, after his confirmation.

Oh, so you don't know.

Well, uh...

You see, Riordan's been going up to see

his grandfather once a month for the last two years.

Riordan, Colin says this was all your idea,

robbing the store, dumping the body.

He's lying.

The thing is, we have an independent statement

from Daphne, and she backs Colin on everything.

She says that you were in charge,

taunting Jacob and Colin until they took the judge's gun.

All right.

I was covering for her.

Now she's trying to save herself.

So you're the only honest one, huh?

You have no case!

I wasn't the one who fired the shot.

Jacob had the gun.

And I'm not responsible for his getting shot

trying to rob someone on the street.

That's his damn fault.

Tell them, Dad.

[sighs]

All right, so what are you charging me with?

Unlawful disposal of a body?

That's a littering offense.

A littering offense.

Is that something you got from your grandfather?

He's the man.

It's a little more than littering, Riordan.

You see, Daphne said that Jacob was still breathing.

And that she begged you, begged you,

to take him to the emergency room.

You let him die?

He was shot in the head!

He was gonna die.

You stupid...

This is how I raised you?

Huh?

I gave you everything I never had.

And this is what you do with it?

You're no better than your grandfather.

You mean your dad, Dad?

You turned your back on him, I didn't!

He's still my flesh and blood.

Well.

Maybe you ought to ask him for the name

of a good legal aid lawyer.

C-come on, Dad.

Come on.

Be for real now.

Detectives...

Read my son his rights.

Well, Daphne is a cute girl and she's got a rich father,

so she'll skate.

You think the D.A.'ll cut Colin a break?

I hope so.[cell phone rings]

It looks like Riordan's finally gonna get to spend

some quality time with his grandfather.

Yeah?

Everything okay?

Maybe not.

Can you drive?

How long you been out here?

Going on hour six.

What is this place?

Detective Daniels' task force received an anonymous tip

about a hijacking.

Turns out this is a mob killing field.

Four bodies dug up so far, all male.

Excuse me.

How long have they been buried?

These guys, one about six days,

the others up to about six years.

It'll take some time to ID them.

How tall was your father, Wheeler?

6'6".

Well, then, he's not one of these.

But they're still digging?

Yeah, I'm afraid so.

Megan.

Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm... fine.