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[ Woman ]
Bye, sweetie.

[ Chattering ]

[ Callie ]
It's pretty exciting, huh?

It's just after-school
soccer camp.

It's your last soccer camp
before you're
a freshman here.

High school. Freshman.

Nothin'.
Well, I'm excited.

Awesome for you.
Jeff.

Mom, I'm not nervous
about next year.

Well, obviously not,
'cause you're jumping
down my throat for no reason.

Okay. I guess
I'm a little nervous.

Will you give this check
to Coach Ryan?

Nah, you can give it to him.

Aren't you mortified
to be seen with your mother?

When I was 10 maybe.

Oh.
[ Chuckles ]

Does Coach Ryan
still teach biology?
Yeah.

So maybe you'll
have him next year.

Sophomore biology.
Ah. Gotcha.

But he said his door
was always open
if I ever needed anything.

- That was nice of him.
- Yeah, he's a pretty good guy.

I mean, everybody loves him.
He's, like, the best teacher
at Palm Glade High.

Yeah. He's not
usually late either.

Um, will you give him this?
I gotta get to work.
Yeah. All right.

Later, Mom.
Bye.

Bye.
[ Young Woman ]
Help! Hurry!

Someone call 911!

Hey, what's going on?
Uh, I don't know.
Why don't you stay here though.

[ Young Woman ]
Somebody call 911!
[ Man ] What's going on?

Hurry! My God!
Oh, my God!

What's going on?
The coach.
The coach has been shot.

Jeff, stay here!
What?

Call 911!
Coach. Coach.

Can you hear me?
Coach?

[ Woman ]
Stay back.
Damn it.

[ Man ]
Two minutes.
One, two, three.

[ Woman ]
Do you have your cell?
[ Callie ] Coach?

Eight, nine, ten.

Coach. Damn it. Coach.

Six, seven, eight, nine--

[ Man ]
Stay back.
[ Chattering ]

One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven--

[ Man ]
All right. Everybody,
stay where you are for a second.

[ Breathing Heavily ]

Okay.
[ Callie ] I finished
doing compressions,

and there was
no response.
All right.

Hey.
Hey.

Thanks.
Uh,
what happened?

I don't know. I was just
dropping Jeff off
at soccer camp,

and these runners were waving
around like something was wrong.

Did they see anything?

They said they didn't.

They just found Coach
underneath the bleachers.

And I tried to resuscitate him,
but he was already dead.

Hey. You all right?

I've known Coach Ryan
since Jeff was eight years old.

I mean, he's a good guy.

He's one of the most popular
teachers here.

Is Jeff all right?
He's pretty upset.

I mean, he hasn't
really said anything.
That can't be good.

Coach Ryan kind of
took him under his wing
when his dad first went in,

and I know that he was
looking forward to seeing
a friendly face...

once he started
freshman year.

The guy took one
right to the pump.
Single shot, close range.

Exit wound-- about this big.

What?
She knew the victim.

Oh. I'm sorry.

It's okay. I'm just--
I'm worried about Jeff.

[ Jim ]
Well, open field,
classes still in session.

Someone must have
heard or seen
something.

Yeah, one of
the parents did.

Uh, earlier today, they said
that some students...

were talking about a freshman
bringing a gun to school.

This freshman have a name?
Shane Wyatt.

Honey. The police are here
to speak to you.

Why? What's wrong?

I'm sure you've heard.
Coach Ryan was shot to death
on your campus today.

Yeah. Yeah, we heard.

- Some of the kids said that you
brought a gun with you today.
- What? Shane!

Mom, no. I mean, it--

It wasn't real, okay?
It just-- It looked real.

What are you bringing any kind
of a gun to school for?

Mrs. Wyatt, I'm sorry.
Do you mind?

But you did bring a gun.

I-It was just a pellet gun.
Can I see it?

Okay. There's another way
we can do this.

Dr. Sanchez is gonna
give you a G.S.R. test.

That stands for
"gunshot residue,"

and that'll tell us
whether or not you fired a gun
recently-- a real one.

Hey, guy. Don't you need,
like, a warrant
or something for this?

I'm sorry. You are?
Blake. I'm Shane's cousin.

Right.
Yeah, Blake, honey,
he does have a warrant.

Right- or left-handed?

- Left.
- Let's go with
the right first.

Right hand, please.

Relax.

Oh, Shane.

When we finally
got his hand
to stop shaking,

the G.S.R. test
came back positive.

He's definitely
fired a gun.

That's enough for me to get
a search warrant to search
his locker.

He may have stashed it in there,

along with evidence suggesting
why he targeted Coach Ryan.

What caliber
are we looking for?

A .38, according to
the slug and casing
I recovered at the scene.

Okay.

- Well?
- Well, what?

Are you gonna stand out here
all day, or are you gonna go
in there and get a confession?

[ Sighs ]
Sometimes I really
hate my job.

How you doing?

Yeah. Not good, I'm sure,
especially after the day
you've had, huh?

Look, Shane. I really don't
want to have to make this any
harder on you than I have to,

but you're gonna have to
start telling me the truth
about what happened.

I-It wasn't even a real gun.

Starting with that.
We know you fired a gun.

We know that you don't
have a gun-- any gun--
to show us...

that will prove or disprove
that it was or it wasn't
a pellet gun.

I threw it in the canal
behind the flood channels.

- A .38?
- Yeah.

What happened here?

I'm gonna go with bullying?

Like a good reason
to take a gun to a school,

show someone that
you're not to be messed with?

Okay.

That doesn't really tell us
how or why Coach Ryan got shot,
but it's a start.

- Maybe I should be talking to
the kid who's bullying you.
- No.

I mean, there--
there is no bully per se.

Like, I mean, they--
they all just sort of
pick on me, like, all the time.

Yeah, look.
Oh, I get it.

Freshman year--
it's hard enough, and,

you know, you're
a little small for your age.

- It just hardly seems fair.
- I just wanted them
to leave me alone.

I-- I just wanted to show them
so they would stop.

Was there no one at the school
you could go to with this?

A teacher maybe?

Coach Ryan?

He heard about the gun.

He said...
he knew what I was
going through,

but that he didn't want me
to do anything...

that I would regret
for the rest of my life.

He grabbed the backpack,
and we fought over the gun.

It just went off.

I-I didn't mean
to shoot him, okay?
I swear.

I liked Coach Ryan.

Where did you
get the gun, Shane?

- I bought it.
- You bought it?

Yeah, at a...
sporting goods store.

Wait. A sporting goods store
sold you a gun?

I got it at a flea market.

A flea market?

[ Man ]
So, what do you say?
Two for 50.

[ Man #2 ]
Ah, I'm not sure
about that.

47.50.
Uh, no, thank you.

I'm here all day.
Okay.

Take care.
Hey-de-hey.

Help you with
something today?

Yeah. And, uh,
hey-de-hey to you.

And maybe. Yeah.

Beretta.
Nice piece.

Yeah. Nice-looking anyway.
A little on the tiny side.

How not tiny
are you looking for?

Oh, you know.
Not tiny at all.

I don't usually put this
out front for what should be
obvious reasons.

Uh-huh?

Something like this
not tiny enough for ya?
Wow.

That is impressive. Yeah.

Well, these are from
my personal collection.
You hearing me?

And just so you know,
I'll need payment in cash.

You know,
no offense, but, um,

I'm required by law
to ask if you have
any kind of police record.

I do, actually.

Yeah. Most closures
in a single year. Uh, 85%
arrest-to-conviction rate.

Or is it 84? No, no. 85%.

Yeah. Oh.
You meant criminal record.
Yeah.

No, Clay. That's all you.

Two petty theft convictions.
Big damn whoop.

And as you know,
I'm allowed to sell my personal
collection of firearms.

Not to a minor.

I didn't sell to a minor.
Anyone who says otherwise
is a liar.

Well, how about the minor
you sold it to who just
accidentally shot his teacher?

You think I sold a gun
to this little munchkin?
Mm-hmm.

I look like that big
a dummy to you?

You sell semiautomatic weapons
at an abandoned drive-in,

so, yeah,
I'd say you look like
that big a dummy.

This sounds like a classic case
of his word against mine.

And seeing as
I have no reason to risk prison
by selling a gun...

to what is obviously
a troubled kid,
I think I'll stick to my story.

Now, you want it or not?

The AK.

You know what?

I think I'll just wait till
we seize it when we arrest your
ass for selling guns to a minor.

[ Manus ]
We searched Shane Wyatt's locker
and didn't find the gun,

but we did find
a box of ammunition.

With a receipt from
Gerry's Sporting Goods store.

The receipt was time-stamped,
so it made finding
the footage a breeze.

The bullets weren't sold
to Shane Wyatt.

[ Carlos ]
That's Blake Wyatt,
Shane's cousin.

All right. Call Jim and meet him
at the cousin's house.
Okay.

[ Men Shouting ]
[ Machine Gun Fire ]

What is that?
Is that his television?

[ Scoffs ]
I had a neighbor like this once.
This is how you gotta do it.

- [ Man ]
Drop down! Come on, guys!
- [ Machine Gun Fire Continues ]

Yo! Let's go!
Open up!

Good, huh?

[ Shouting Continues ]
[ Machine Gun Fire Continues ]

[ Man ]
They got my kids!
They got 'em!

- Stand back.
- What are you doing?

[ Explosion ]

[ Man On TV ]
Requesting helo, 6-5-5.

[ Explosions Continue ]
[ Man #2 ] Roger that.
Got two. Two injured.

[ Machine Gun Fire Continues ]

[ Machine Gun Fire Continues ]
[ Bomb Whistles, Explosion ]

Hey. So, um,
I was thinking maybe I could
take tomorrow off...

and we could
rent some WaveRunners,
go up the coast.

- We haven't done that
in a while.
- Mom, I've got school.

Right. I know, honey.

I was just thinking
we could take the day off.

I-I have a huge test
tomorrow.

Okay. Right.

I just want to make sure
you're okay. That's all.

I mean, it's pretty upsetting.
I'm upset.

Okay. Mom, look.
I'm fine.

Okay?
I'm f-- I'm fine.

[ Phone Rings ]

It's Kyle.

Hey, man. What's up?

Yeah.

No sign of forced entry,
so Blake probably
knew the killer.

Glass on the outside
means the attack probably
happened in there.

Took two bullets,
center mass.

Neighbors didn't hear anything
'cause of the blaring movie
on the television.

It didn't look like
any robbery to me.

Well, if it was,
the robber's an idiot.

I found this in a shoe box
in the back of his closet.

My best guess-- all 50s--
I'd say in the neighborhood
of 60 grand.

A 21-year-old part-time
ticket-taker at the Cineplex
with $60,000 cash?

Want to make a guess
where the money came from?

Shane bought that gun
from the flea market, right?

Daniel, our flea market
entrepreneur, Clay Malone--

- He's in the system, right?
- Yeah.

Check and see if his prints
are on that money.
You got it.

[ Rings ]
Colleen?

I ran a background check
on Shane's cousin, Blake Wyatt.

He's the registered owner
of over 100 guns.

Yeah, well, no guns here.
Just 60 grand in cash.

Here you go.
Thanks.

Really?
Well, that makes sense.

I spoke to my contact at A.T.F.,
who said that Blake
is on their radar...

as a new up-and-comer
in the black market.

Yeah, he's suspected
of selling new and stolen guns
to felons and gang members.

And flea market
entrepreneurs?
Where'd he buy the 100 guns?

Same place he bought
the box of bullets--
Gerry's Sporting Goods.

Gerry Whitlock?

F.D.L.E.?
Yeah.

[ Chuckles ]
Can I help you?

You know a Blake Wyatt?
Blake?

- Yeah. He's a customer.
- Was a customer.

And apparently
a very good one.

We just found him
shot to death
in his apartment.

You want to tell me
why you recently sold him
a hundred guns?

Because he wanted a hundred
guns. And I wasn't gonna
turn down that kind of an order,

not with the big chain stores
breathing down my neck.

So just
free enterprise, huh?

I'm just struggling
to keep my doors open as it is.

Well, unfortunately,
one of those guns
may have ended up...

in the hands of
a 15-year-old kid who
accidentally killed his teacher.

What?

Well, now, that's terrible.

- It's got nothing
to do with me.
- Or maybe it does.

According to the A.T.F.,

Blake Wyatt was an up-and-comer
in the black market iron trade.

We just found $60,000
in his apartment,

but not one sign
of those 100 guns
that you sold him.

I don't know nothing
about no illegal iron trade.

People just like guns.

They collect 'em.
None of my business
why he wanted that many.

Maybe it was your business,
and you and Blake
were in it together.

Well, you can't sell guns
to felons 'cause the A.T.F.
monitors your books, right?

But you could
beat the system by selling
to a collector,

who then, in turn,
could sell it on to the felons
at a huge markup.

If Blake was reselling the guns
he bought from me to felons,

then maybe he got
what he had coming to him.

Or maybe you made sure he did,
thinking that Blake
might panic...

with the whole
teacher shooting thing
and rat you out.

So you killed him.

[ Chuckles ]
You got the wrong guy,
Detective.

I run a legitimate business.

Who just so happens
to sell a hundred guns
to a 21-year-old kid.

Legally.

[ Beeping ]

Daniel,
I need you to run financials
on a Gerry Whitlock.

Yeah. And his
sporting goods store.

Legally for now.

But if I find the gun
that killed Coach Ryan...

and forever changed
the life of Shane Wyatt,
and I link it back to you,

I'll make putting you
behind bars for the rest
of your life...

the reason I get up
every morning.

You have yourself
a good day.

Shane Wyatt was arraigned
in juvenile court an hour ago.

He's back home now
with his mother.

Well, with his cousin dead,
any change to the story
about where the gun came from?

No. No, he's still
saying he got it
at the flea market.

Ah, it's still just
a "he said, he said."

Yeah, well, look.
Let's give the boy
a couple of days.

What with the school shooting
and his cousin's murder,

no doubt he has
a lot of things to sort out.
Well--

Speaking of, I just finished
Blake Wyatt's autopsy.

Ooh. Time of death?
I'd say between
4:00 and 5:00 p.m.

4:00 and 5:00 p.m.
Hey, hey, hey, hey.

I better not see any new
flat screens in your apartment
anytime soon, all right?

Or I'll know exactly
where you got the money.
What?

Oh. No. I'm, uh, checking this
into the evidence room.

And I need you to check
all the traffic cams
around Blake Wyatt's apartment.

See if any car registered
to store owner Gerry Whitlock...

or our flea market genius,
Clay Malone, was in the vicinity
between 4:00 and 5:00 p.m.

Will do.
And as you suspected,

the lab found
Clay Malone's fingerprints
all over this money.

Which means he had to be
doing business
with Blake Wyatt.

But Blake Wyatt was buying
new, registered guns at
the sporting goods store.

Clay Malone
only sold used guns
from his private collection.

"Used" as in previously owned
by Blake Wyatt...

for the time that
it took him to buy them
from Gerry's Sporting Goods,

then file off the serial
numbers, and then sell them
on to Clay Malone as "stolen,"

'cause felons will pay up to
10 times the retail price...

for something that they can't
buy legally and something that
can't be traced back to them.

But Blake's dead and Clay's
already shut you down.

- Good luck proving
that little theory.
- Hmm.

- Uh, that's supposed to
go to the evidence room.
- That's where I'm taking it.

Hey, Ed.

Hey. Detective.
I don't see you down here
in Evidence much.

To what do I owe
the pleasure?

Just need you to, uh,
put this into evidence
for me-- 60 grand.

Oh. Okay.
And I need to
check something out.

Check something out?
Yeah. Some stolen weapons.

On whose authority?
Mine.

- You don't have authority.
- Come on.

I'll have them back to you
in a couple of hours.
No.

You don't understand.
I'm in charge
of these weapons.

They don't leave my possession
until they're destroyed
by the state of Florida,

following the successful
conviction of whoever used them
in the commission of a crime.

So what you're saying
is these guns,
under no circumstances,

ever, ever
leave your possession?

Yes, sir.
That's what I'm saying.

[ Chattering ]

I don't think I can do this.
[ Jim On Earphone ]
You're doing fine.

Wh-Why'd you stop?
Don't stop.

What if I blow this?

If you blow it,
he'll probably put a bullet
right between your eyes.

Ed, I'm kidding, okay?
Just-- You know what? Walk.

Just walk.

Hey. Help you
with something?

Well, actually,
I thought that
I might help you.

What the hell
are you talking about?

I heard that this was a place
where I might
lighten my load.

Lighten your load?

If you don't cut
the weird shit, I'll do
more than lighten your load.

[ Sighs ]
Yeah, well, I'm all
stocked up on firearms.

[ Jim ]
He's negotiating, Ed.
Just say "fine" and walk away.

- Fine.
- Now wait up. Wait up.

Might as well see
what you got, right?

Well, no.
Not here, dummy.

Now remember.
You have to let him know
that the guns are stolen.

- Yeah, I will.
- Huh?

Add that all of my merchandise
is top quality...

- and completely untraceable.
- [ Exhales ]

Stolen?

I don't buy stolen.

Did I say stolen?

Yeah. Fair enough.

Okay, I'll take
the Glock, the SIG
and the two AK shorties.

Give you three bills per.
That do ya?

That's only $1,200.

Well, yeah.
I'm taking all the risk.

[ Jim ]
Ed.
Fine.

[ Whimpers ]

[ Gasps ]

- [ Groans ]
What the hell?
- Really?

You're gonna pull a gun
on an officer of the court?
He drawed down on me first.

This is entrapment,
pure and simple.

Or you could realize
that you had drawed down
on F.D.L.E.'s finest...

and thank your lucky stars
you're not dead.
[ Grunts ]

[ Handcuffs Click ]

Head between
your knees, Ed.

Don't forget to breathe.

[ Chattering On Police Radio ]

Seriously?
Hey, Colleen.

You used
Ed Vickers undercover?
I did. Yeah.

He did fine, by the way.
Does he look fine to you?

[ Coughs ]
[ Jim ]
Looks okay to me.

Yeah. See,
Ed Vickers doesn't smoke.

Look. See? He's even
getting his color back.
And we did get Clay Malone.

Yeah, I had Daniel
look into Clay's finances.

He's involved
in a number of cash-only,
off-the-books businesses.

Like selling guns to anyone
with a fistful of dollars?
You think he killed Blake Wyatt?

Well, he certainly wanted
to kill Ed Vickers,
so I think he would.

Did the F.D.L.E. divers
find the gun
that Shane Wyatt...

threw into the canals
behind the flood channels?
Not yet. They're still looking.

Hey, Ed.

[ Whimpers ]

Okay, can we agree now
that you are that big a dummy?

Holding an F.D.L.E. officer
at gunpoint?

A guy comes into my place
of business with
a duffel full of guns.

I'm well within my rights
to defend myself.

[ Laughs ]
That's very good.

Defending yourself
against Ed Vickers?

You saw his I.D.
and you panicked.

I saw the murderous look
in his eye, and I had no way
of knowing his intent.

That's my statement,
and that's what my attorney's
gonna argue at my bond hearing.

Is there anything else
you'd like to cover
until he gets here?

I know what you're about, Clay.

You like your businesses in cash
and your freedoms unfettered
from the long arm of the law,

a law that you skirt
by calling stolen weapons
your "private collection"...

so you can skip all those
pesky background checks
that keeps weapons...

out of the hands of felons
and violent offenders.

I've never sold a gun
to a felon.
You can't prove that I have.

Yeah, but I'm working on it.

And as soon as I find the gun
that Shane Wyatt used to
accidentally kill his teacher...

and prove that you're, uh,
buying stolen weapons...

and selling them
as your "private collection,"

I'll make sure
you get 10 years for that
and 20 years for murder.

Accidental death ain't murder.
I'm not talking about
accidental death.

I'm talking about the murder
of Blake Wyatt.
[ Scoffs ]

Whose $60,000 that we found
in his apartment had
your fingerprints all over it.

- I didn't kill Blake.
- He was your straw man,

buying weapons for you
however he could--
legally, illegally--

until one of those weapons
ends up in the hands
of his cousin Shane.

And rather than risk Blake
cutting a deal on you
when all that came to light,

you went with your
first instinct-- kill Blake,
keep your ass out of jail.

First off, smart guy, I'd rather
blow a hole in my head than see
the inside of a prison cell.

- [ Snorts ]
- And if I did kill Blake,

why didn't I just
walk out of there
with $60,000, huh?

Because, smart guy,
as we've already established,

you are that big a dummy.

[ Scoffs ]

Mm-hmm.

Hey. I didn't know
you were working today.

Oh, 'cause I'm not.
I'm just dropping off a copy
of my nursing license...

and filling out
some paperwork.
Hmm.

- How's Jeff holding up?
- He's still not
talking about it.

- Hmm. That's not good.
- No. He needs to.

He doesn't really
transition well.

I know he was looking forward
to seeing Coach Ryan
when he started freshman year.

You know Addy, my oldest,
had her own issues
about starting high school.

Trust me, there were
a lot of nights filled
with tears-- mostly mine.

[ Chuckles ]
[ Chuckles ] But it got easier
once she got in with friends...

who were sophomores
and juniors,

kids who already knew
the ins and outs of life
at Palm Glade High.

Unfortunately,
Jeff doesn't know
any sophomores or juniors.

Hmm.

Are you sure about that?

[ Doorbell Rings ]

I need to speak
to your son.

Mrs. Wyatt, I'm not the enemy
here. I'm trying to find out
who killed your nephew.

Unfortunately, it may all be
wrapped up with how your son
got ahold of that gun yesterday.

Thank you.

How's he doing?

How should he be doing?

He can't sleep, he won't eat.
Kids are tweeting
he's a murderer.

Where is he?
He's alone in his room.

Can I talk to him?

Mrs. Wyatt, this isn't
your son's fault,

but he will have to
live with this
for the rest of his life.

Getting to the truth
is an important first step,

no matter how painful
it might be for you
and your family.

You know,
Blake was Shane's
best friend.

His hero.

When my husband and I
were going through our divorce,

Blake was really there
for his cousin.

He looked after Shane.

Like when Shane started
having trouble at school,
like maybe with bullies?

Oh, Blake would never d-do
anything to put Shane at risk,
Detective.

I don't know anything
about any... gun business.

You say he was into that.
I have to believe you.

But Blake loved my son.

And my son loved Blake.

Then help me
find his killer.

Shane?

Shane.

Honey?

Shane?

Shane?

Shane!

He's gone.

[ Jim ]
This won't bring
Coach Ryan back.

- Leave me alone.
- This isn't the answer, Shane.

Don't come any closer.
I mean it.

Okay. Yeah.
I know you do.

I'm sorry,

but I have to do this.
No, actually, you don't.

Look. What happened was tragic,
yeah, but it was an accident.

You don't have to do this.

He and his wife
just had a baby.

He brought it
into school one day.
She was really cute.

He was so proud of her.

Now she'll never know
her dad.

Listen, uh,
I know you don't
believe this right now,

but you will
get through this.

I mean, you have your mom,
you have each other,

and she needs you now
more than ever.

She can't lose you too.

Okay, fine.
You don't want to listen to me,
that's fine. That's cool.

Listen to Coach Ryan.

Would he want you to jump?

If he was here--
right here, right now--

would he say
that you deserve this,
you deserve to die?

I mean,
he came here to stop you
from making a mistake, right?

'Cause he knew your life
was worth living.

He came here to stop you
from throwing away your life,

and he still can.

Shane,

don't let Coach Ryan down.

It's okay.

The AK is less expensive,
but it has
a lower muzzle velocity.

Now, the AR-15,
on the other hand,
is much more accurate.

It's built with
aircraft-grade aluminum,

and best of all,
it's built right here
in the good old U.S. of A.

Oh!
You think
this is a game?

I just talked a 15-year-old
out of taking his own life
because he killed a man...

with bullets bought from
your store and fired, no doubt,
from one of your guns.

[ Gun Clicks ]
Really?
You need an AK-47?

Yeah.
I have a rabbit problem.

Call an exterminator, Billy.

You sold Blake Wyatt
a hundred guns, which nobody
seems to be able to find.

So you tell me.
Why shouldn't I believe
that one of those guns...

wasn't used to kill Coach Ryan
and why I shouldn't believe
that you killed Blake Wyatt...

so you could keep
this little gunrunning
side business a secret?

Because maybe I don't have
a gunrunning side business.

Well, we ran your financials,
Gerry, and guess what.

You're right.
This store is
circling the drain.

But apparently you can afford
a two-bedroom suite
at Paradise Island...

and a high-stakes poker game,
all paid for with cash.

Okay, okay, okay.
But it's not what you think.

My store ain't swirling
the drain. Business has
actually been pretty good.

Your gun business is booming.
But if I start showing
a profit like that,

one of these major
mega-stores is gonna
set up shop across from me,

and I might as well
shut my doors.

Which would put some
serious hurt on your ability
to put together those, uh,

large cash-only gun orders
for people without
a felony record, huh?

No, no, no.
It's not like that.
I swear it.

Okay, I cook the books
a little, okay?
You got me on that.

But I'm as upset as anybody
about Coach Ryan.

I sponsored the guy.
He was a friend.
Hell, he coached both my girls.

So either you were super pissed
or guilty as hell...

that one of your guns
took his life,
so you took it out on Blake.

I didn't kill Blake Wyatt!

And I heard the police
haven't found the gun
that killed Coach Ryan either.

So how do you know the gun
came from my store?

I don't. Not yet.

But I promise you
I will find that gun.

And so help me, God,
if I find out
it came from this store--

Don't even think about it.
You'll spoil your dinner.

Yeah, what's up
with the, uh, salad?

That's, like, enough
to feed an army.
We're having guests.

- Who?
- Carlos.

Like "Carlos from work" Carlos?

Yeah.
"Carlos from work" Carlos.

Why?
Why not?

[ Doorbell Rings ]

- Can you get that?
- Yeah.

- Hey, Dr. Sanchez.
- Hey, Jeff.

Um, Addy,
you remember Jeff
from your quinceañera?

Sure. Hey.

Hey. What's up?

Uh--
Uh, yeah.

Hey, Carlos.
Hi, Addy.
You look amazing.

Oh, thank you.

Uh, wine?

Uh, thank you.
[ Chuckles ]

Come on in.

[ Sighs ]

Our flea market entrepreneur,
Clay Malone, made bail.

Of course he did. Daniel's going
over footage from the traffic
cams around Blake's apartment...

from 4:00 to 5:00 p.m.,
time of death.

Gerry Whitlock
is the registered owner
of two cars.

Clay Malone owns one.

None of their cars appear
in Blake Wyatt's neighborhood
around his time of death.

I did find
one odd thing though.

This black van.

- License plate number Q70-413.
- Okay. What about it?

Well, it was totaled
and junked by an insurance
company two years ago.

-That van has
no current registration.
-So it shouldn't be on the road.

- Right.
- You said Clay had
a lot of cash businesses?

- Anything to turn a buck.
- Well, he sold auto parts
at the flea market.

-Wonder where he got them from.
-You think he built that van
out of parts from his junkyard?

Well, if he does own a junkyard,
it's not listed under his name.
I checked.

But the inventory
of these junkyards
is all computerized.

If parts from this van
were ever listed as available
for sale, I can get an address.

Well, if the van was
put back together, and it was
put back together by Clay,

that puts him
in the same vicinity
as Blake's apartment...

round about the time
of the murder.

Check all junkyards.
Find anyone that sells parts
belonging to that van.

- Yeah. On it.
- Oh, and call me
when you get something.

Yeah. Um--
Don't put that
in your mouth.

So, Addy,
Jeff is gonna be starting
Palm Glade next year.

Any advice?

Dad.
What?

Jeff, do you have anything
you want to ask Addy,

like favorite teachers,
best electives to--
No.

No. Nothin'.

Hmm.

- Uh, dessert?
- Great idea.

I'll help you clean up.
Thank you.

Okay. You done,
honey?

Yeah.
Okay.

Okay.

Look. I'm sorry.
This is completely lame
and embarrassing.

It's okay.
I get it.

Xstation?

Yeah.
Do you have
Wicked Speed?

You like Wicked Speed?

Yeah.

That's awesome.
[ Chuckles ]

Here. Come on.

[ Video Game: Tires Squealing ]

[ Addy ]
Made you mess up.
Look at that. Oh!

I'm gonna go over.
No, no, no.

[ Jeff ] It's all or nothing.
I'm about to take the controller
out of your hand.

[ Jeff ]
Oh. You can try.

[ Daniel, Voice Breaking Up ]
What?

Daniel. I can't hear
what you're saying.

The reception's really bad.
You must-- bad cell area--

...junkyard?
It sounded like you said,
did I find the junkyard?

[ Daniel ]
...can't hear you.

You know what?
Never mind.
And yeah, I found it.

[ Beeps ]

[ Clangs ]

No junkyard dog.

Oh, come on.

Come on, come on,
come on, come on, come on.

[ Clicks ]

You don't have to do this,
you know.

- You can turn yourself in.
- I'd say that ship has sailed.

I will kill you.
You know that, right?
Yeah, I know.

But this ends tonight,
Detective, right here.

For you or for me.
Shoot or be shot.
Kill or be killed!

Well, that's nine.

Eighteen.

Just one?
Oh, that's just great.

- [ Clicks ]
- And that makes 20.

And my algebra teacher said
I'd never amount to anything.

[ Heavy Breathing ]

Drop it.

Now.

[ Groans ]

You idiot.

- I don't want to go to jail.
- Well, that's stating
the obvious.

You should have
just killed me, you know.

Yeah. But then I'd have to
live with that.

Trust me, you're not
worth the nightmare.

Murder and gunrunning.

For someone who hates
the idea of prison, you sure
have made a lot of bad choices.

I'll cop participating
in the illegal gun trade,
Detective.

- Oh, well, that's big of you.
- But murder, no way.

Blake Wyatt was a dummy,
evidenced by the fact...

that he gave a firearm
to his 15-year-old cousin.

But to all that is holy,
I did not kill him.

We saw your van
in the neighborhood around
the time of his murder, so--

I was buying stolen firearms
off him. But when I left,
he was very much alive.

To that I'd swear
on my mother's grave.

Blake's killer is still
out there, Detective!

We're gonna need
a bigger truck.
Yeah.

Can you believe this?

I mean, we could arm
a small army with these weapons.
Or a whole bunch of bad guys.

And every single one
of the serial numbers
have been filed off of them.

Yeah, supplier's
trying to cover his tracks.

We do everything we can
to keep the guns
off the street,

but how are you supposed to
keep up with this?

I mean, look at this.
A crate of HK416s.

I mean, I don't even know
where you go to legally
buy one of these.

I confiscated a bunch
of these off of a drug bust
a couple of years ago.

Oh, and look at this.
A Browning Citori?
[ Chuckles ] Wow.

Do you know that A.T.F.
took down an outlaw
motorcycle gang last year...

who gave each one
of their new prospects
one of these for patching in?

Whew. Clay Malone must have
one hell of a source...

to get this much volume
and variety of weapons.

Yeah.

[ Beeping ]

Daniel? Daniel,
I need you to
look into something for me.

Hey.

- Hey.
- How you doing?

Yeah.

I have an idea who might have
killed your cousin, Shane.

- But I'm gonna need your help.
- My help?

I need the gun he gave you.

You know, the gun that
he gave you to protect you
from those asswipes at school?

You didn't throw it
in the canal
behind the flood channels.

We've had divers searching
the last couple of days, so--

You were just trying
to protect Blake,
weren't you, Shane?

Which, hey, look,
I totally get.

The guy's been there for you
your whole life.

You could be kind of a dick
not to, wouldn't you?

Well, this is your chance
to be there for Blake, Shane.

Tell me where the gun is...

so I can use it
to nail the guy
that killed him.

[ Door Opens ]

Hey, Ed.
I've got another gun
for you to log in.

[ Beeping ]

Is it from
the junkyard too?
No.

- But it is the gun that set
everything into motion.
- What do you mean?

It's the gun
that killed Coach Ryan.

The serial numbers
have been filed off,
just like all the others.

But you know the one thing
that the person that filed off
those numbers didn't know?

Hydrochloric acid
can make them reappear.
[ Chuckles ]

I know, right?
It's called chemical etching?

Ballistics will prove
that this .38 was the gun
that killed Coach Ryan,

and it also will prove that
it was used in another crime...

and ended up in this
very evidence room.

Yeah, all the weapons
from the junkyard actually
have been in this room before.

The HK416s, the Browning Citoris
that was confiscated
from that biker gang.

And what was it
you said to me?

Um, under
no circumstances...

would any of those weapons
leave your possession without
being destroyed, right?

Well,
they weren't destroyed,
were they, Ed?

You put them back
out onto the streets,

as years
of large cash deposits
into your bank prove.

You filed off the serial number,
and you sold this gun
to Blake Wyatt.

When you heard
that Blake's cousin
had shot a teacher,

you knew that it was
going to come back to Blake
and he might squeal on you.

Hmm? So you had to do
something about it, huh?

You had to kill him.

I'll take that idiotic look
on his face as a confession.
Turn around.

You know what
working 14 years in this room
has taught me?

- That you need to
get out more?
- That it doesn't matter!

No matter how many guns
you take off the street,
it doesn't matter.

That many more will just
find their way back
into the same hands.

So why not make
a bit of a profit?
Is that it?

Well, while you were
figuring in this profit,

did you factor in the amount
of lives you changed forever,
you greedy little prick?

Yeah. I didn't think so.

You know what?
Take this guy away before
I use one of these on him.

All right. Let's go.
Come on.

Ayayayayay.

- That's the guy
who killed Blake?
- Yeah. Yeah, that's him.

What's gonna happen to Shane?
Well, given that
the shooting was an accident,

and he doesn't have
a juvenile record
and helped me find the killer,

I would say the thing
that's gonna happen next...

is he's going to
go home with you,

and you guys can start
putting your lives
back together.

And, Shane, there's nothing
anybody can say...

that'll make sense of
what happened or ease the pain
you must be going through,

but just... give it time,

and you and your mom
can put this behind you.

Come on, baby.

Thank you.
All right.

[ Jim Exhales ]

How's Jeff doing?
Uh, he's better.

He's talking about it now.

That's good.
Yeah.

He and Addy bonded
over the drama
of starting high school.

Oh, the dramas of high school.

That can be pretty...
dramatic.
Yeah.

I think he just needed
to know that there was somebody
there he could reach out to.

Yeah. Well, knowing that there's
someone there for you makes
all the difference in the world.

You know what?
I could really go for a beer.

That sounds great.
[ Chuckles ]

You want to, uh,
maybe... do that?

Yeah. That sounds great.

** [ Piano Ballad ]

[ Man ]
* Don't stop
even for the right thing *

* Does it matter what I say? *

[ Laughing, Chattering ]

* My whole world
was by that river *

* Flowing off
to meet the sea each day *

* I don't want to move away *

[ Laughing, Chattering ]
* Mmm, mmm, mmm *

* Brighter days
Where did they go? *

* Go, go,
go, go, go *

* Yeah, Lord,
I'll never see brighter days *

* Where did they go? **