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( Green Day "Holiday"
punk rock intro blaring)

♪ Hear the sound
of the falling rain ♪

Turn it down!

( loud clattering)
♪ Coming down ♪

Jerk!
♪ Like an Armageddon flame ♪

( loud banging, glass breaking)
♪ The shame ♪

♪ The ones who died
without a name... ♪

I'm going to call
the building manager.

( music stops)

( gunshot)

( door creaking)

( door creaks open)

Hello?

Oh, my God.

BONASERA:
Shouldered the door,
broke the lock.

This place is totally trashed.

So is the victim.

I don't think I've seen

this severe of a tossing
in a long while.

Oh, yeah, they were
definitely looking
for something.

Thoroughness of the search
says it probably wasn't found.

You search, you find, you stop.

Blood trail,
positioning of debris

says the victim was shot here

and dragged to the door.

( gunshot)

The killer used the body
to send a message.

He wanted the world
to know that this vic

messed with the wrong guy.

Hey, vic's Will Novick.

He's 19 years old, from Hoboken.

He was a business major
at Chelsea University.

Severe beating before an
execution-style murder.

It's too hardcore
for a fratboy beef.

What'd the witness see?
Nothing.

She heard a ruckus
through her wall,

then the shot,
discovered him here.

She ran toward
the sound of a gunshot?

Must not be a New Yorker.

From South Carolina.

The whole building's
full of students.

What about a roommate?

FLACK:
Yeah.

Her name's Jordan Benson.

She's a freshman
at Chelsea University.

She ditched her classes today.

May not have been by choice.

Let's find Jordan.

The killer could have
come for one thing,

left with another.

♪ Out here in the fields ♪

♪ I fought for my meals ♪

♪ I get my back into my living ♪

♪ I don't need to fight ♪

♪ To prove I'm right ♪

♪ I don't need to be forgiven,
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah. ♪

A lot of prints?

Nothing usable.

Blood spatter from the gunshot
occurred after

this damage was done.

No evidence any restraints
were used.

I'm thinking there was one guy
beating up the vic,

and another guy

doing the search.

Two-person job.

( gunshot)

King Lear on Broadway.

It's a pricey ticket

for a blue collar college kid.

Pricey boy toys, too:

got the flat-screen TV
and the game console.

TAYLOR:
What do you have?

Razor blade scratches
on the glass top.

Yep, that's what I thought:
fine white residue.

Positive for heroin.

Looks like we know
the source of Mr. Novick's

nice lifestyle.

And what the killers were after.

Put a dispatch out
on Jordan Benson.

Spoke to her father,
who lives on

the Upper West Side, but he's
in San Fran on business.

He can't get ahold of her,

either.

He's on the next plane back.

Get four uniforms and canvass

a six-block area
for any sign of her.

The fatal shot to the head
was an act of mercy,

after the beating he took.

His attackers were on a mission.

Yeah, and they knew
how to inflict pain.

They broke three ribs...

( cracking)

causing him to lose his breath.

Kicked him in the kidneys

hard enough
to bruise the organs.

It'd be excruciating.

Stomped each kneecap.

The intruders
were desperate
for something

inside that apartment.

Probably a stash of heroin.

Did they find it?

We don't think so.

Signs of heroin use?

I'm running a tox.

No needle marks,

no inflammation
of the nose or lips.

Weight was good,
heart in great condition.

I'd be surprised if he's a user.

The smartest dealers never
dabble in their own product.

His father came up from Jersey
to do the I.D.

I did not detail the torture
to him.

No need.

He's waiting for you outside.

Thanks.
Yeah.

We found traces of heroin
on a table in Will's room.

My son didn't do drugs.

Sir, we know that, too,

but we need to follow
every lead.

I need to ask you some
uncomfortable questions.

Do you have any knowledge
whatsoever

of Will dealing with drugs?

His mother found a joint
in his jeans pocket

when he was 16.

He caught hell.

He promised
he'd never do it again.

Is that it?

Yes.

What about his roommate Jordan?

Do you know anything about her?

I never met her.

Will said her father
paid her rent.

How did he pay for his
rent and his tuition?

He had a job working maintenance
for the school.

He owned
some pretty expensive items.

My son wasn't mixed up in drugs.

He was a good kid,
putting himself through college.

You're wrong
about what you're saying.

You're looking
at 90% pure China White,

cut only once with quinine.

That's the purity
level China White

enters the U.S.

Yeah, then it's cut

by every distributor
who handles it

from six to ten times
before it becomes the dirt

that hits the street.

Average heroin user
is lucky to get 40% purity.

This is major product.

Makes our victim a major player.

Hey.
Hey.

Any luck with Jordan Benson?

None. We expanded
the canvass

a few more blocks.
What's this?

Will Novick's financials?

Yeah. We didn't find
any cutting agents

or drug paraphernalia
at the scene,

so I figured he set up
shop someplace else.

Trying to find another property
he's paying rent on?

Exactly. You follow
his drug connections,

you find his killers.

Only nothing's coming up.

He makes weekly deposits
from $500 to $3,000.

And no paychecks
since high school.

He's a typical dealer.

Lives large, but not for long.

Eventually they all
get too careless

or too greedy.

Either we catch up with them,

somebody takes them
out over a score

or they themselves try to
rip off the wrong person.

And then, game over.

The worst part is the people
they leave behind.

You should've seen
this kid's dad.

What do you have on those
King Lear tickets?

Ran the DNA on the blood
on the top ticket.

It belonged to the victim.

Prints?

Two usable, the victim

and an unknown, not in AFIS.

But there is something odd

that you don't need
a microscope to see.

What's that?

Two tickets are missing.

G-13, G-14.

Matinee day.

Show's going on right now.

Kill someone, scam his tickets?
Kind of brazen, isn't it?

I've seen stupider.

I'm sure.

And 'tis our fast intent

To shake all cares
and business from our age;

Conferring them
on younger strengths

while we Unburthen'd
crawl toward death.

Our son of Cornwall,

and you, our no-less-loving
son of Albany...

These seats are taken.

We have this hour...

Intermission.

Someone killed Will?

MESSER:
Coincidentally, here you
are enjoying his seats.

Where's Jordan Benson?
Who?

You got two seconds

to tell us how you ended up

with these tickets.

I'm Will's digger.

I wait in line and buy tickets.

He gives me the money,

pays me ten bucks
for every hour I wait,

and lets me keep a pair.

Will Novick was
a ticket scalper?

The theaters love scalping.

They can advertise their shows
as sold out.

Tickets. Tickets.

Dustin Hoffman. Orchestra.

Here's 60 bucks.
Thank you.

Have a good evening.

You help your enterprising boss

move his heroin also?

Heroin?
Heroin.

No. I get sick from milk.

You see Will with heroin?

I got my job because
Will's last digger

was a stoner...
Will said he hated druggies.

All right. When's the last time
you saw Will, then?

Yesterday, on campus,
when I gave him the tickets.

( phone rings)

Taylor.

You remember her?

It's Will's roommate.

The blonde.

I saw her about a month ago.

I've only been
to his apartment, like, twice.

Saw her passing through.

Please don't arrest me.

I'll meet you there.

All right.

This kid's about
to wet his pants.

Yeah.
Cut him loose.

Uniforms found Jordan's
purse in the canvass.

Bad sign.

The purse still has cash
and credit cards in it.

The strap's broken.

Yeah, the brass connection
was stretched.

It was taken by force.

Hey.

A hunting knife.

Possibly used
in the home invasion.

Synthetic fibers consistent
with those

that fill furniture cushions.

There was no reason
for them to take the purse

unless, of course,
Jordan was holding onto it

when the killers forced her
out of the apartment.

TAYLOR:
Fresh blood on the ground.

High-velocity spatter
on the wall.

It gets worse.
There's a gunshot.

There's a ricochet mark
on the wall.

TAYLOR:
I don't see a bullet.

Must be inside the target.

Another blood drop.

Good sign.

Gravitational drop.

About six feet from the last.

Elongated spines point
toward the end of the alley.

That means Jordan ran.

The gunshot may
not have been fatal.

( gunshot, Jordan cries out)

TAYLOR:
Blood trail stops here.

Police! Freeze!

Don't shoot!

( screaming)

We're good, guys.

Give me your hand.
( handcuffs click shut)

( yells)

Where's the girl?

Got nothing to say.

If the bullet in your shoulder

matches Will Novick's,
it's enough

to connect you
to the home invasion.

You flip on your partner,

you may escape a life sentence.

The bullet's mine.

You're going to have
to get it out.

Yeah, I know my rights,

Fourth Amendment.

You can't force me
to have surgery.

Where's the girl?!

Don't know any girls.

You're not dealing
with kids anymore.

You keep your bullet.

We've got rights to everything
on or outside your body.

It'll give us plenty.

Bummer. Your perp's cell phone
is only a few days old.

Well, he's got priors
for drug distribution.

These dealers
change their phones

as much as they
change their socks.

There's no record of him
calling Will Novick's number.

And there's no record
of Will calling him.

Six nights a week,

all of Will Novick's
cell phone calls

emanate from source power cells
near Broadway.

Except for Mondays,
when most theaters are dark.

How does a full-time
theater scalper have time

to sell heroin?

More to the point,
why does a dealer

handling China White
need to scalp tickets at all?

( phone rings)
Excuse me.

Bonasera.

So, I ventured uptown
to Jordan's parents' place

to ask the doorman when
the last time he saw her was.

He tells me she's upstairs.

You know, you had
us worried there.

You skipped your classes today.

We left
about four messages here.

I'm sorry, I just needed the day

to veg out and do my laundry.

I never answer
my parents' phone.

We found your purse in an alley.

The strap had been broken

as if somebody took it by force.

I didn't take it with me.

I, uh, just threw my
keys and some money

in my laundry bag
this morning and left.

Doorman said you got here
just before 2:00.

I had breakfast in the Village

before I came here.

How well did you know Will?

Barely. Friend of
a friend at school.

We split the rent.

We think Will was killed
over drugs.

Like... Ecstasy?

Did you ever see him
handling drugs of any kind?

No. I would've been
out of there so fast.

He always had
a lot of money, though.

Jordan,

if you had some kind of run-in

with these guys, you could be

in extreme danger.

Please, I don't know anything.

Poor Will.

Her story add up to you?

No. I don't
think she went

to breakfast with
her laundry bag,

and as far as I'm
concerned, people
don't leave home

without their I.D.s,
unless they're bolting.

Right, and her college
apartment building

has its own laundry room.
Okay.

The doorman places her here

at the time of
the home invasion.

She saw or heard something
in that apartment that indicated

the kind of trouble Will was in,

so she took off and ran the hell
back to her parents' apartment.

She should be cooperating
with us.

There's a killer out there who's
got a hold of her information.

Let's keep a uniform out here
just in case.

Yeah.

Hold your hands out.

What's the magic word?

Hands.

Wonder how much
damage I could do

in the two seconds
it'd take that cop

to get in here.

Thanks.

Palms up.

I asked you a question, girl.

I'm telling you to step back.

Why don't you step...
( electrical zap)

( yells in pain)

Oh, God!

Oh!

Should've listened.

I can't feel my ribs.

Oh, you will soon, and it's
going to hurt like a bastard.

TAYLOR:
How was Jordan?

BONASERA:
Safe, but she knows something.

She's too afraid to say it.

And, unfortunately,
we still can't get warrants

against reluctant witnesses.

Well, we do have the right

to look at anything
in her purse or
at the crime scene.

( phone rings)

You know what...
I'll check out her PDA,

see if I can't find
something.
Taylor.

I'm on my way.

MESSER:
Thought you'd want to be here
for this one.

Paul Collins, 18 years old.

Wasn't breathing

when the R.A. found him.
Overdose?

All the signs.

Constricted pupils, red face,

blue skin,

blue lips.

And a fine

white powder in a baggie,
right there on the bed.

Send it to Trace.

I'll process the room,

see if I can find any signs
of where he got the stuff.

Maybe Deroy's name will come up.

Also check for any connection
to Will Novick...

A class in common,

activities, anything.

♪ ♪

That Jordan's PDA?

Yeah. Figured it might
give us a clue

as to what she was afraid
to tell us.

Found two incoming text messages

from today in her physical
memory from her in-box.

"See you 11:30

in SC."

Came from a restricted number.

Well, she said she went
to breakfast.

Maybe that's short
for a restaurant.

What's the second one say?

"Outside my dorm at noon."
Local number.

So she was on campus today.

Little lie, big lie.

The heroin from your
O.D.'d college kid

is set up
for a microcrystal test.

Here are his
clothes for process.

Hmm. Fast rate
of crystal growth.

Textbook morphology.

High purity.

Was the vic a habitual user?

Didn't appear to be.

The high concentration
probably killed him.

Run this through the GCMS.

I want its content matched
against the drug sample

from our earlier crime scene.

You got it.

( phone rings)

That's an obnoxious ring, Chad.

It's not mine.

( phone rings again)

It's the vic's.

( ringing continues)

NYPD.

NYPD.

Mac?

What are you doing
at this number?

Stella, turn around.

Why you calling my vic?

Jordan made an appointment
to meet with him this morning.

Paul Collins O.D.'d
two hours ago.

Looks like China White.

This investigation
just made a left turn.

Will Novick
isn't our drug dealer.

Jordan Benson is,
and she's selling it pure.

My client already told you

everything she knows.
The fact that she's

your client tells us otherwise.

My daughter was
nearly killed today.

Please, she's in shock.

Two teenagers were killed today.

Jordan.

Jordan, the heroin

that you sold to Paul Collins

was 90% pure.

It killed him.

We're going to ask you
to leave now.

Ms. Lipstone,

I can assure you that,
at this time,

we are more interested
in preventing

another fatal overdose

than arresting Jordan.

If you sold heroin
to anyone else...

The other person
that you met this morning...

Just give me a name.

Detective Bonasera,

please leave.

This is what Paul
looks like right now.

Tell her to stop!

Just make the call yourself.

Get out of my house now!

Detective,
you are way out of line.

Stella.

Let's go.

Here.

Keep this as a souvenir.

Quite a kid you got.

When I'm the cooler head,

you know you blew it.

I blew it?

What about Buffy
the Friend Slayer back there?

When people lawyer
up, they're clams.

You know that.

Yeah. I was just hoping
for a shred of humanity.

Forget it.

There's a Chinese
wall around her now.

We're on our own.

What was the substance

on Deroy's hands and clothes?

Superglue.

You know of a use for superglue

in the drug world?

Not off-hand.
How about DNA?

Not Will's.
Some unknown female.

Compare it to
a DNA sample of
Jordan Benson's.

You think Deroy assaulted
Will's roommate?

Yes. We're now focusing
on Jordan

as the source of the heroin,
not Will Novick.

We know Jordan
was uptown during
the home invasion,

and the purse
appears to have been

physically wrested
from its owner.

If Deroy and his partner got
the purse from her first,

that's probably
how they got her
Village address.

Poor Will was collateral damage.

Process that purse.

Look for traces of heroin,

contents that give us
a timeline, links to Deroy.

Anything and everything.

You'll get a novel out of it.

Good.

♪ ♪

White residue.

Isolate and run it, please.

Have we got enough to get
a search warrant

for the Benson place yet?

Aiden's working on it.

You know, in the meantime,
maybe Jordan's financials here

will help us figure out
who she was with yesterday.

There's nothing
more depressing
than looking

at a rich kid's money line.

Ah, but this kid's
not flush. She's broke.

Check it out.

Cards haven't
been active for weeks.

Her bank account
went from 18 large

to 50 bucks in four months.

Clothing, restaurants, shoes.

I mean, looks like she blew
through her savings,

and then moved
straight to plastic.

Credit cards secured
by her father,

Martin Benson.

Here we go: Six weeks ago,
he paid off two balances

over $10,000 each,

and then he froze her account.

It's the uptown version
of being grounded.

It's tough.

Yeah.

This kind of thing
could make a girl...

desperate.

Traces of China White
were found in her purse.

We got her.

Eh, it won't stick.

We found her purse in an alley.

She'll claim it was put there
after it was stolen.

We got her in two lies.

See, the DNA from her lipstick

was a match with the DNA
under Deroy's nails,

which proves he assaulted her.

Further,

Q.D. restored
this receipt for me.

She bought a coffee

on campus yesterday
at 11:00 a.m...

Proof she didn't leave
the bag behind

when she left her apartment.

Deroy probably snatched
the bag at the school.

That's mine, girl.

GUY:
Hey, what's going on?!

Somebody call Security!

Well, this helps us
piece everything
together,

but we can't get
a warrant based
on evidence

that Jordan was a victim.

I mean, she has
no legal obligation

to report
that she was assaulted.

This is bogus.

You got anything else?

Yeah. Her father
cut her off

about a month ago...
All her credit cards are frozen.

Gives us a motive
for the amateur drug dealing.

She wanted to get
her lifestyle back.

Like it's Avon.

Still doesn't explain
how an uptown teenager

could get her hands
on pure China White to sell.

And it doesn't tell
us who else might've
bought from her.

Well, maybe you can use
her student I.D.,

try to track down
what she did yesterday.

You must get a dozen
civilian complaints a day.

Bonasera pushed
the buttons of a
legitimate suspect.

Why is hers marched
over by a brass band?

She pushed an autopsy photo
into the face of a teenage girl.

Great.

She was trying to
save another kid.

This is Bonasera's
fourth complaint in three years.

Two of those complainants
are felons marinating upstate.

The other is a murder suspect

in the wind,
thanks to an ADA's screwup.

Taylor, there's only
but so many grenades you can

jump on for your people.
I don't need
management tips

from Internal Affairs, Chief.

You run your staff,
I'll run mine.

Your department
is not above scrutiny.

No department is.

Keep Bonasera away
from the Bensons.

TAYLOR:
You should've told me.

You know how I hate getting
surprised by Hillborne.

Lipstone's just trying
to get us on the defensive, Mac.

You handed her ammunition.

Benson's just trying to protect

his daughter like
any father would.

Yeah, well, I was thinking
of Will's father,

how long that drive
back to Jersey must've been

after what we said to him.

You should've been thinking
about Lipstone.

She's an expert
at turning a
criminal trial

into a referendum
on how cops screw up.

I know how trials work, Mac.

Good. Act like it.

( clears throat)

I got something.

Chad wanted a second sample
for reference,

so I went back in the purse
to look for more heroin,

but nothing.

But the bag's

a designer knock-off.

The fakes are so good now,

I couldn't tell the difference
until I took it apart.

The leather's good, dye's good.

It's just the stitching
on the inside isn't as good

as the real Italian stuff.

Her father cut her off,
she bought a fake... okay.

So I took the bag apart,
and there was a substance

on the insignia that looked
familiar, so I processed it.

It's the same superglue
we found on Deroy.

These bags cross the line

into illegal knockoffs,
once the seller

affixes the phony
designer insignia.

It's a nice bag.
You're getting
a great deal.

There you go.
Thank you.

If they put the insignia
on earlier,

they risk confiscation.

Right. The superglue
that was applied

to this insignia
was all gobbed on.

It wasn't fully hardened yet.

Which means Jordan bought
her knockoff very recently.

You said Deroy

had glue on his hands
and clothing...

More glue than would come
from a transfer

during a purse snatching.

Unless you were gluing purses
all day.

Retail's a nice cover
for drug dealing.

Until you make a mistake
and give someone the wrong bag.

I have stats class tomorrow
at 3:00.

Professor Foster is brutal.

BONASERA:
Jordan must've said something
that Deroy remembered

in order to track her down
yesterday.

Hold on.

One mistake,
two kids dead and counting.

Well, they sell a lot of fakes
in Manhattan...

I mean, especially downtown.

There's that
mini fashion district

on Beech Street... it's perfect.

It's between her school
and the Village apartment.

Let's find
the right store, fast.

Yeah, Jordan Benson swiped in
yesterday at 11:15.

11:15. And for how long?

They use their cards to swipe in
but not to get out.

Were you working
yesterday?
Yeah.

Picture on the I.D.
look familiar?

I'm trying to see
if she met anyone here.

You know, all these girls...
They look alike.

Does "SC" mean anything to you?

Yeah, Special Collections.

What's that?

It's a room with old documents,

Revolutionary War stuff.

No one really goes
in there, though.

Mm.

Does that room have
its own security system?

Yeah. Stuff's pretty valuable.

Yeah, Jordan swiped in at 11:31,

and so did a freshman
by the name of Andrea Allix

only two minutes before.

That's weird.

No, it's not.

Give me Andrea's campus address.

( loud rock music playing)

( CD skipping)

Something's wrong. Open up.

( music stops)

Call 911!

Come on, Andrea.

Hang in there, Andrea.

Come on. Come on!

TAYLOR:
Her body went into shock.

She's lucky to be alive.

BONASERA:
Yeah, thanks
to Danny.

Andrea wants to avoid a
drug possession charge.

She's going on record saying

that Jordan sold her
the drugs in the library,

told her it was cocaine.

Then we have enough
for a warrant.

We can go get 'em.
Finally.

I'll step off the collar.
I mean...

because of the complaint.

You ran with it. Finish it.

You sure?

Yeah.

Thanks.

How are we on the
handbag tracking?

Um, very good, actually.

Each of these bags come

from a different store
on Beech Street.

All were assembled with the same
benzene-based fabric glue,

which makes sense,
'cause they all come

from the same manufacturer
overseas.

Benzene fumes are toxic.

Seven stores that sell this bag

use the same benzene-based glue

to affix
fake designer insignias.

But not this one.

Correct.

This insignia was attached
with superglue...

The same that I found on Deroy

and Jordan's bag.

Wish I had a barrel
of ice water.

I'd dump it on your head.

Thanks.

Good job, Coach.

Thanks.

TAYLOR:
They closed the front.

Great. We'll take the back door.

How you doing?

You going to pay
for that broken lock?

We've got plenty
of locks for you

after what you did
to Will Novick.

Who?

19-year-old student you tortured

and murdered yesterday.

Mac, I got white powder
on the table.

I employ at least
a dozen vendors here

in the last few months.

You find anything illegal,
they brought it in.

It's a nice setup.

To fend off takedowns,
you distribute

your product in plain sight

through merchandise.

Things get hot,
pack up, move shop.

I sell leather goods.
That's all I do.

Oh, yeah?

Well, this is positive
for heroin.

You've got your story.
We'll get the evidence.

I'm going to start
with your shirt.

No, you're not.

I'm not giving you my shirt.

I'm not giving you blood,
DNA, nothing.

You don't have anything
to connect me to any murders.

Not yet... but you
are under arrest.

Oh, yeah?

For what?

Selling fraudulent
designer merchandise.

You can't be here.

We're looking for drugs.

No. I've already
filed a complaint
against you.

But we've got a warrant.
Guess which one's the ace?

Diane!

On what basis?

A student nearly died
this afternoon,

after ingesting drugs
she claims Jordan sold her.

So it's some druggie's
word against Jordan's.

See, that's why evidence
collecting is so important.

People lie.

When you come up empty,
we're going after your badge.

Excuse me.
I have a job to do.

Techs checked the library,
kitchen, bedrooms... nothing.

She'd have been crazy

not to have dumped
the stuff by now.

You know, Flack,
I think you're right.

Hold this for me.

My favorite part of the job.

What do you got?
A weak positive.

"Weak"... is that bad?

No, it's good.

It's real good.

People think if they flush
a couple of times,

the drugs are gone.

But the water just dilutes them.

My client has nothing to say.

It's okay.
I'm in a chatty mood.

You know, Jordan,

when you opened that purse

and saw what
you walked away with,

my guess is you
figured out a way

that you could regain
the lifestyle

your father had
cut you off from.

Coke at a serious discount.

Text me, it's safer.

And you had two buyers
the next day.

So you hid the drugs
at your apartment,

took the two portions to campus

to sell, and after you
sold to Paul and Andrea,

Deroy was waiting for you,
and grabbed your purse.

But the drugs
weren't in the purse.

Now you had his drugs,
and he had your address.

You couldn't call the police.

You went back
to the apartment,
got the rest

of the drugs and took off,

so you could sell them.

Taking off for a couple days.

WILL:
See ya.

But you never gave
Will a heads up.

It didn't matter that he

was brutally, brutally murdered.

At some point, when
you came back here,

maybe after
Detective Flack and I

told you what happened to Will,

you realized that those
drugs were bad news.

And up until that moment,
everything that happened

was a series of stupid mistakes

made by a spoiled,

sheltered little girl.

But what a jury will find
most unforgivable...

is that there is no record

of you ever trying
to contact Andrea Allix.

Knowing that those same drugs

killed Paul Collins.

Perhaps on your lawyer's

sound advice.

Jordan Benson,
you're under arrest...

for negligent homicide

and heroin trafficking.

Di... Diane.

Um, without admitting
any wrongdoing,

my client understands
that there's

a dangerous killer out there.

Now, maybe

there's information
that she can provide

that can help you find him.

Bad timing, Diane.

We arrested Will Novick's killer
about two hours ago.

You have nothing to offer.

FLACK:
Turn around and put

your hands behind your back.
Dad!

You don't need those.

She's not dangerous.

We'll forgo
the handcuffs,
Mr. Benson,

but I'll have to
disagree with you.

Unfortunately, your daughter's

the most dangerous kind
out there.

TAYLOR:
You were more thorough
than most.

Disposed of your gloves,
shirt, shoes, your weapon...

But you kept your T-shirt.

We analyzed it.

The blood speck on it is a match

to Will Novick's DNA.

A beating that intense...
There'd have to be

stray blood.

Where is it?

Where is it?!

( groaning)

Where is it?!

It's not here.

NEIGHBOR ( through wall):
Turn it down!

Jerk!

TAYLOR:
You realized
Will didn't know anything

about the drugs...
No one's that tough.

I'm going to call
the building manager!

Let's leave this bitch a note.

You wanted Jordan to know
the lengths you'd go to

to get your heroin back.

Later, you lost your patience
with Deroy.

She has another address.

We can track her down.

You had two chances, Shaun.

You don't get a third.

( gunshots, Deroy cries out)

( tires screeching)

Hey, what are you doing?

Will was just a kid who scalped
tickets to pay for college.

You killed him for sport.

You may not care
about that boy's life,

but his DNA on your shirt

was enough to get a warrant
for your apartment,

and that warehouse you
rent in the Bronx.

We're about to break the back
of your distribution.

Much like Deroy did,

you're about to piss off
the people you work for.

People who make you...

look tame.

And at some point,
while you're in lockup,

they will get to you.

TAYLOR:
You were right.

Will was a good kid.

I'm sorry if it sounded

like we thought otherwise.

I never doubted my son.

( sighs)

His mother and sister wanted
to help me pack up,

but it would've been
harder with them here.

You think that girl
will go to jail?

I don't know,
but the evidence is solid.

Thanks for clearing Will's name.

You're welcome.

There are good
victim support groups.

They called us. Thanks.

Okay.

Take care.

Detective?

Save you a trip.

Appreciate it.