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( horns honking)

( panicked gasping)

( tires screech)
( screams)

MAN:
I did everything I could
not to hit her.

Did you notice anything
strange about the victim?

Did you see
anybody else
on the street?

No. It all happened so fast.

She came out of nowhere.

No shoes, no coat,

no handbag.

Just... lace.

Well, if this is
the new look for spring,

you can count me out.

Got some serious bruises

on her wrists.

Somebody certainly
held on tight.

Laceration
on her upper cheekbone.

Doesn't look fresh.

These injuries are inconsistent

with trauma associated
with the car accident.

Prostitute fights with her john.

Wife argues with her husband.

Lingerie model loses her way.

Might explain why she's
out here in her underwear.

Then again, it might not.

( camera shutter clicking)

( garbled radio transmissions)

Breathalyzer says
our driver's sober.

He was about to make
the last delivery of his shift.

Said he'd just pulled
out of the driveway.

Wasn't going very fast.

I had a speed mark that says

he was going 20 miles
per hour at impact.

He say which direction
she came from?

He said she came out of nowhere.

Nobody just comes
out of nowhere.

♪ 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. ♪

( radio playing upbeat song)

Hawkes.
Hey.

Can you turn it off, Bill,
please? Thanks.

Your victim's name
is Margo Trent.

Missing person's inquiry
was filed this morning

when she didn't
show up for work.

Ready for show-and-tell?
Oh, yes.

Okay.

Broken leg...

crushed kneecap.

These superficial tears

indicate overstretching
of the skin.

The impact on the
right side of the body

forced her tissue mass

to the opposite side.

So, the skin expanded
to compensate the pressure.

Exactly.

It looks like

our girl Margo here
had a busy night.

Traces of semen
on the inner thigh

and...

BONASERA:
Oh, a stamp from a
bar or a dance club.

The logo's smeared.

Yeah.

There's over 300 places
in this city

that stamp your hand
after you pay the cover.

I'd start with the ones
that don't have a drink minimum.

Her blood alcohol
level was well below
the legal limit.

She was probably tipsy,
but certainly not drunk.

So it's safe to say

that she was coherent

and knew that she was standing
in the middle of the street

half-naked.
Running in the middle
of the street.

Take a look.

Now, these abrasions
were suffered while running.

Mm-hmm.

But...

these here...

tiny puncture wounds
on her soles.

I can't imagine
what she was doing.

Do they have anything
to do with cause of death?

No. I had Tox run a screen.

Results were negative.

Margo Trent died
because she was hit by a truck,

plain and simple.
Okay.

So this is no longer a case
for Homicide.

Flack will want to
pursue a suspect

for possible rape
and assault charges.

Why don't you collect a sex kit,
send it over to DNA.

( pager beeping)
Oh.

Dispatch.

You know, I have a
feeling it's going to
be a very busy day.

Mm-hmm.
Want to switch jobs?

Oh, yeah, sure.

You'll be cutting off, uh,
that guy's right arm

and left leg.

I'm leaving now.

Thank you.

All right.

MAN ( over phone):
Notify Precinct we're going
to need a tow truck

at the stadium
parking structure.

AIDEN:
Hey.

Unis found his driver's license.

Name's Gilbert Novotny

of Brookline, Massachusetts.

Boston fan

in the Bronx.

That's brave.

MESSER:
Or stupid.

Very stupid.

MESSER:
Boston's tough.

New York better get it together.

BONASERA:
He's got dried blood
in his nose.

Lividity
in the lower extremities.

Still in full rigor.

He's been dead and
in this position

for over 12 hours.

Probably since yesterday's game.

And he wasn't sitting
in the cheap seats.

Field level.

So Boston wins the game.

Gilbert's the only
one that has reason
to celebrate.

Doesn't make it
out of the parking lot.

Wait, you're thinking
a New York fan's
a sore loser

and takes it out on this guy?

Kind of extreme.

You got to down a lot of brews

to go that far.

No blood drops

in or outside the vehicle

and nothing running

down his face.

Bloody nose happened earlier,
somewhere else.

My guess is that Novotny
got himself into the car

and he died there.

Or maybe somebody put him
in the driver's seat,

'cause the unis said
the doors were unlocked

when they arrived at the scene.

Maybe, I mean, but let's say

you kill a guy and you place him
behind the driver's seat, right?

Would you take the time

to put the key in the ignition
and strap his seat belt on?

Okay, theory number two.

Official

Major League ball...

and mud.

Delaware River mud, to be exact.

The umpires

rub it on the baseballs
before every game.

It takes away
some of the "new."

Foul ball or home run,
Novotny came down with it.

Right, but maybe
somebody thought

this ball
rightfully belonged to them.

( all clamoring)

Yeah, maybe somebody with...

brown hair.

MESSER:
I've been playing
since I was seven...

Little League, college.

Even had a stint in the minors.

Good, huh?

I had an arm.

How does a potential shortstop

become a crime scene
investigator?

That's real easy.

Get into a fight,
break your wrist,

and then graduate

from the police academy
top of my class.

You're dangerous, Danny Messer.

Very dangerous.

Here we go.

108.
Novotny's seat.

♪ ♪

Hey, I got it! I got it!
My ball! My ball!

( groans)

This is definitely where
Gilbert got hit.

Okay, but nobody dies
from a bloody nose.

So what did he die from?

( phone ringing)

Taylor.

MAN:
You made a mistake.

You couldn't have known.

I'm sorry,
who are you trying to reach?

I don't want to spend
the rest of my life in prison.

Who is this?

"A small mistake

"can be significant enough

to change everything
that follows."

You said that two days ago

when you were
on the witness stand.

MAN 2:
Detective Taylor,

what, if anything,

did you find on this hammer?

A mixture of both

the victim's and the defendant's
DNA was detected.

And why is it that you recheck

and review all of your testing
several times?

Because a small mistake

can be significant enough
to change

the dynamic of everything
that follows.

Look,

you still have time.

At least a week

before the trial ends.

Could this hammer have been used

to murder Alissa Danville?

Yes.

Mr. Sullivan,

there's very little
I can do for you.

I didn't kill Alissa Danville.

MAN:
Time's up, Sullivan.

Hello?
( dial tone)

This is Gilbert Novotny's
ruptured spleen...

The cause of death.

You think that could happen
from a series of punches?
No.

This kind of damage results

from something
other than a bare fist;

something packing
a lot of power.

See?

The diaphragmatic surface
is ruptured.

The rib cage
is supposed to protect

from this kind of injury.

Broken rib.
Punctured spleen.

And somehow Gilbert made it
back to his car, where he died

from internal
bleeding.
Yeah.

I think we should subpoena
the crowd footage

from stadium operations,
see if we can track

his movements from his seat

out to the parking structure.

And get foul ball footage

from news and sport stations.

In the meantime,

I've got something else for you.

Don't tell me you're going
to make me hold something else.

MESSER:
What do you got?

I don't know.

This is where you two take over.

♪ ♪

Survey says...

Cracker Jacks.

What?

That's what Hawkes
found in his hair?

They still do that
at baseball games?

What is this, high school?

Do what?

BURN:
You pop a kernel

in your mouth,
it gets all gooey.

Anybody within a five-foot
radius is a target.

You gonna knock it off or what?

MAN:
What?

So someone taunts our Boston fan

with a couple
of caramel corn spit wads.

Gets pissed off,
they get into a scuffle.

Then the other guy
punches him in the gut

with God knows what.

Let's track the Cracker Jacks.

Where there's spit,

there's DNA.

Well, this job is never boring.

I love Cracker Jacks.

Me, too.

There's never enough peanuts
in the box for me.

Detective Bonasera.
Oh. Thank you.

Ooh, DNA results
from your crime scene

at the stadium
parking structure.

Specifically the brown hair
you found on the baseball.

That's strange.

What?

This profile exhibits

excessive homozygosity.

Oh, several of the 13 loci

have the same allele.

It's the second time today

I've seen this result.

Not common?

Well, it certainly gets
my attention.

BONASERA:
Okay, Jane, this
is Gilbert Novotny,

our victim at the
parking structure.

The hair that you
analyzed was pulled
from a baseball

in this man's car.

JANE:
And it's certainly not his.

All right,

what about case number 572-05?

Right here.

Margo Trent,

car accident victim,
upper West side.

They said the job
was never boring.

Mm-hmm.
Come on, ladies,

the suspense is killing me.

Her hair

was on the baseball
found in his car.

Margo Trent and Gilbert Novotny
are connected.

MESSER:
So, Gilbert Novotny's
from Boston.

Margo Trent's
from the upper West side.

He's a factory worker.
She's a sports agent.

Blue collar, white collar...

Doesn't make sense;
I mean, these two people

should never even know
each other.

Mac?

Yeah. Yeah...

yet they, uh...
they came in contact

with the same baseball.

BURN:
I can tell you how.

We got some foul ball footage
from the game.

Check this out.

There's Gilbert Novotny.
Margo Trent is on the left.

They were sitting a seat away.

MESSER:
All right, so they were sitting
in the same section.

Aiden, play this frame by frame.

TAYLOR:
All right, freeze it there.

Zoom in.

MESSER:
Wow.

That's how the hair
got on the ball...

and ultimately

into Novotny's truck.

And they both end up dead.

Margo's death was the result
of a car accident... emphasis

on "accident."

And we have no evidence
to prove otherwise.

Not from the scene,

but what was she doing
an hour before

she was hit by that truck?

Who was with her?

Well, we know it wasn't Gilbert,

because he was already dead.

All right.
Aiden, Danny,

I want to know everything

we can possibly find out
about Gilbert Novotny.

Stella and I'll
focus on Margo Trent.

All right.

( speaking Greek)

And in English?

What the hell's
bugging you, Mac?

It sounds so much
better in Greek.

Yeah, most things do.

( speaking Greek)

Okay, I surrender.

I... received a strange
phone call today...

from a defendant
in a murder case.

He said we made a mistake,

like he knew something
that we didn't.

Haven't been
able to shake it.
Come on, Mac.

Most criminals claim
they're innocent.

You know that.
Yes, yes, I do,

but still...

He's in jail, Stella.

He gets to make one
phone call a day,

and he makes that
one call to me?

Okay, so he just up and
called you out of the blue?

Yeah. Something I said
stayed with him, I guess.

I testified in court on Friday.

Oh, the murder case

of Alissa Danville.

We processed
that scene together.

It was Quinn Sullivan
who called you, right?

Well, his DNA was

on the murder weapon...

A hammer he claimed
he never owned,

and yet his blood was
on the handle.

Come on.

We didn't get that wrong, Mac.
We don't make mistakes.

Hell, I don't make mistakes...
Not with evidence.

Don't worry about it.

Margo's sports management
firm owns the place.

Executives use
the apartment when they have

a client in town.

She was here with someone.

And I don't think
they were getting along.

Someone tried to bust
through the door.

Bathroom window is open.

( pounding at door)

( loud knocking)

( gasps)

She went out the window.

That must've hurt...
Spikes to keep

the pigeons from nesting
on the window sill.

( gasps)

Those were the punctures
on her feet.

Now, I spoke to the other
tenants in the building,

and no one saw her enter
the building with anyone.

♪ ♪

BONASERA:
We understand you were with
Miss Trent night before last.

Yeah, I saw Margo
at Bixby's Bar and Grill.

We were told by the manager

and several regulars

that the two of you had words.

Yeah, we had an argument,
and ten minutes later,

we had sex in the bathroom.

It was a, you know...

it was a love-hate relationship.

What was the argument about?

She accused me
of stealing one
of her clients.

Did you?

Yeah.

That's the way this
business works.

It's cutthroat.

And Margo?

( snickers):
She was the best at it.

Oh, man, she'd wine
and dine these guys,

buy them expensive gifts,

send flowers to
their, uh, mothers,

wives and girlfriends.

She signed two of
the top closers
in the game

with that gimmick.

It really pissed me off...

but I'd never kill her over it.

Did you go back to her apartment
after you left Bixby's?

No.

Anybody who could vouch for you?

Yeah.

My wife.

( screaming)

Gilbert Novotny's

game ticket was purchased

by a local sports talk
radio station.

What, here in New York?

Yeah, it's called WNYD.

It's part of some
on-air giveaway.

They got Gilbert
on tape talking aggressive

with this other guy.

Let's check it out.

HOST:
All right, Gilbert,
you sound like

a pretty devout Boston fan.
NOVOTNY:
I am the original, my friend.

HOST:
Go ahead, caller.

Yeah, this is Tony
from the Bronx.

Gilbert, you're a loser.
So is your team.

HOST:
Gilbert, you got something
to say about that?

NOVOTNY:
Yeah, New York sucks.

HOST:
You know something, Gilbert?

What do you say WNYD

gives you a ticket,
a little traveling cash

for Saturday's game, and then
you two can battle it out?

NOVOTNY:
See, that's what
I'm talking about.

Hey, Tony from the Bronx,
come and find me, okay?

I'll be with your mother.

That's it.

That's something
to really be proud of, Rico.

I'm sorry the guy's dead.
His name's
actually

Gilbert Novotny.

He had two kids and a widow,

all right, so just
think about that

the next time you decide to pump
up a couple fans, all right?

( phone ringing)
Messer.

You guys keep track

of any of your incoming calls?

We get about 50 calls an hour

from all over
the northern East Coast.

We don't have time
for that kind of paperwork.

Our batting average
just went up.

Jane got back the results
from our Cracker Jack DNA.

She got us a hit in CODIS.

One Anthony Reanetti.

Anthony, Tony, one and the same.

Let's find out.

Tony from the Bronx...

Tony from the Bronx.

He never got in touch

with his parole officer.

Yeah.

MESSER:
Call for backup!

Stop! Come on, man!

Hey, hey!

NYPD! NYPD!

Don't move! Don't
move! Don't move!

All right, all right,
easy, easy!

All right. There's one thing

I hate more
than running... leaping.

You're not
my favorite person today.

Come on.

So, you like Cracker Jacks, huh?

They're okay.
Just okay?

You don't like that sweet,
sticky caramel taste?

That's a cool picture, huh?

That's your spit.

That's what we found

on some Cracker Jacks we took
from Gilbert Novotny's hair.

You got good aim.

He's dead, you know.

Hey, I had nothing
to do with that.

MESSER:
Yeah, then why'd you
take off

down the street

before we even had a chance

to flash our badges?

A guy runs, Tony... that tells me
he's up to something.

First of all,

you two look like cops, okay?

Just so you know.

I was running

because I haven't been to see
my parole officer

in a couple of weeks.

I figured that was the kind
of heat you were bringing.

Why don't you tell us

about the baseball game?

Again, I had nothing to do

with that guy dying.

Oh, yeah?
Well, we heard

the radio show, Tony.

That was just talk.

MESSER:
You had to be
pissed off

you didn't catch that foul ball.

Off A-Rod's bat?

That's a nice ball.
After the game, you went

into the parking lot,
and what'd you hit him with?

A tire iron?
ANTHONY:
No, no, no.

I wasn't even there
after the game.

I got thrown out
'cause we got into it

over the spit wads, okay?

I was spitting them
at him, yeah.

And that led to some pushing
and shoving,

and I was tossed
out of the stadium.

Bottom of the fifth.

And then I went home.
All right,

you got somebody
that can back that story up?

The two thugs from
stadium security.

The 25 other people
who were riding the
same subway car.

Didn't get any of their names.

Don't get smart, all right?

I'm not in the mood for that.

What are you doing, Mac?

I reviewed our trace analysis

and DNA results.

I tracked the chain of custody

on all the evidence.

There were no mistakes made

by any member of my team.

I stand by my results
and my testimony.

You came all the way down here
to tell me that?

I wanted to look you in the eye,

make sure you understood.

I didn't appreciate
your accusation.

Well, understand this:

I didn't kill that girl.

I don't decide what
you did or didn't
do, Mr. Sullivan.

I gather the evidence,

analyze it, and
the results tell me

the probability of your actions.

I was not in that alley.

My only crime is I look like
someone who killed that girl.

There was no description given
of the suspect.

So the next best thing
is to find someone

who looks like
they might have done it.

You're accusing
the prosecution of profiling?

I'm a big man.

I got big hands.

My eyes are set
too close together

and my voice is too deep
to speak the truth.

I fit the description...

simply because I could have
taken out that woman

with one blow.

DNA doesn't look for strength
or size or a face.

It looks for a match,

and the match I got
in my crime lab led me to you.

"A small mistake
can be significant enough

to change everything
that follows."

Mr. Sullivan, if you have
something to tell me,

say it now.

I lost it.

I don't know

where I dropped it,
I don't know when...

but I figured
if I told the truth...

if I told them I owned it,

it was as good
as pleading guilty.

But what if the hammer was mine?

That changes everything.

This is a surprise.
You were in the neighborhood?

No.

I woke up early
and found my way over here.

Can I get
you anything?
Black coffee.

Because I couldn't sleep,
and because this couldn't wait.

If you're looking
into the Alissa Danville case

for mistakes,
I expect to be consulted.

I wasn't looking...
Mac, the
murder weapon

was in the alley
with his DNA on it.

What else did you expect
to find?

Well, for one, we didn't take

a substrate control sample
on the murder weapon.

That's because Sullivan claimed
that the hammer wasn't his.

In that kind of a case,

not taking a control sample

is standard procedure.

Well, maybe that should change,

because finding someone's DNA

on a murder weapon

shouldn't automatically
make them guilty.

It doesn't.

Let's just consider

the facts in this case,
all right?

His coworker testified

that every time
Alissa Danville walked

past the construction site,

Sullivan stopped and
watched her go by.

Then there's the hammer.

It was issued to every employee

of Luxwell Construction Company.

Every single hammer
was accounted for

except for Quinn Sullivan's.

And yet, he claims that
the hammer we found

at the crime scene with
his DNA on it wasn't his.

He told me it was.

You went to see him.

Mm-hmm.

He now claims the hammer,

but he still sticks to his story

that he didn't kill
Alissa Danville.

You believe him?

I want to.

Stella, if the hammer

was his, his DNA

could have already been on it.

DNA from epithelials

he shed from normal,
everyday use.

Source attribution, Stella.

It's a viable possibility
the victim's blood

was spattered on top
of Sullivan's epithelials.

When we tested
the blood for DNA,

we got a match for both
the victim and Sullivan.

Well, if we had known
that it was Sullivan's hammer,

it wouldn't have changed
our test results.

But it might have changed
our conclusion.

Mm-hmm.

( sighs)

We need to find a way to prove

that the blood
on the murder weapon

belongs only to Alissa Danville.

What if we can't prove it?

You'll need the judge's consent

to retest the hammer, Mac.

That could take days.

I just want to try.

You know, something
more than just

the truth and sincerity I see
in Quinn Sullivan's eyes...

is driving me to find
another answer here.

When the Towers fell

and Claire died...

it was the...

clearest definition
of what is unjust and unfair...

in this world,

and I was powerless
to do anything about it.

All those innocent lives.

But here...

I just need to do this.

Okay.

♪ ♪

Stitches.

There's a circular pattern

of bruising, and these here

are the laces of a baseball.

You're telling me
that Gilbert Novotny

got blasted in the spleen
with a foul ball?

No. A direct hit
less than 50 feet away.

A fastball right to the gut.

And the second
baseball took
out the door

in Margo's apartment.

The only prints I
got were smudged.

We got mostly partials
from the ball in Novotny's car.

Yeah, and you got to figure

some of them belong

to the pitcher, catcher,

umpire, even Novotny.

And the rest, who knows?

BURN:
Well, none of them

came up as a match in AFIS.

But one of them definitely threw
the ball and killed the victim.

All right, Hawkes said

the ball was thrown hard
enough to kill Novotny,

and the door in the apartment

was split by a baseball.

That's a lot of force.

Let's see what it takes.

Where you going?

I'm holding the speed gun.

I get the hard part?

You're the baseball player,
and I'm the boss.

( beeping)

( thuds)
Harder and faster.

That's not going to cut it.

We need to bring in more muscle.

( beeping)

94 miles an hour.

Where were you 20 minutes ago?

We find the guy
that throws like that,

we find our murderer.

Detective Taylor?

Delivery from Judge Fulton.

This is the evidence
you requested.

♪ ♪

Crossover technology, Stella.

What they use in
cancer research, I
was able to use here.

Laser microdissection.

It's incredible.

I separated the epithelials

from white blood cells
from the hammer,

and only the epithelials
contain Sullivan's DNA.

Sullivan's blood
wasn't on the murder weapon.

What?

You're happy... and excited.

This is a good thing.

Yeah, it's a good thing.

I haven't seen you like this

since before...

Why haven't you taken
your wedding ring off?

Because, uh...

I don't know...

I don't want to.

Okay.

Okay, so Sullivan's blood
wasn't on the hammer.

You realize this is
a double-edged sword.

I mean, in order to prove your
point, it means that you have

to put the murder weapon
in the defendant's hand.

Muddies the picture.

Mm, that's the point, isn't it?
Reasonable doubt.

Call me as a rebuttal witness.

What, on your own testimony?

Do you even care
that you might damage

your own credibility?

I don't see it that way.

Mac, look, I won this case.

The jury's got
what it needs to convict.

I retested the hammer.

My new results
are favorable
to the accused,

which makes it Brady material,

which you have the obligation

to turn over to the defense.

That's how you see it, huh?

Because what you're telling me
is that the defendant

not only possessed
the murder weapon,

but he lied about it.

So it sounds to me
like that only strengthens

the State's case
against Quinn Sullivan.

He was afraid
to admit the truth.

I don't think the jury's
going to be sympathetic

to that argument.

Just give me the chance

to explain everything
on the witness stand.

Mac, what are you going to say?

That you got it wrong?

That you made a mistake?

I am not recalling
you as a witness, Mac.

This case is over.

Hey, guys.

What, is that the look
of agony and defeat?

BURN:
We're back to the
stadium footage.

How 'bout you?

Anything from that pitching
other than pain?

Looking for a guy
who can throw heat.

That's our description.

I checked both seats
on either side of Margo.

Comped tickets,
so the box office couldn't

tell me who bought them.

All right,
there's Gilbert Novotny.

There's Margo Trent.

Now there's somebody
sitting between them.

MESSER:
Yeah.

I don't know,
I guess he must have gotten up

and maybe went to the concession
during the foul ball.

Well, now, that's interesting.

MESSER:
Look at his face, the way
he's looking at Novotny.

BONASERA:
Everybody's smiling
except for him.

Hey, Aiden...
Hmm?

Can you
isolate him?
Yeah.

I've seen that face before.

I'm just trying to get
into the big leagues.

Even though I'm not
signed with anybody,

Margo was interested
in being my manager.

I went to the
baseball game with
her, and that was it.

What about the guy
sitting next to you?

Some crazy Boston fan.

You two get into it
a little bit?

No. Some other guy was

throwing stuff at him.

It was a little irritating,

'cause sometimes
he would miss and hit me.

Right, right. You look
really angry at Gilbert.

That's the name of the guy
sitting next to you.

I was trying to enjoy the game,
that's all.

MAN:
Hey, Ruben, you're on the mound.

Look, it's my turn to pitch.

Sure.

Think he'll consent to
give up some of his DNA?

At the moment, baseball is

the sport of steroid paranoia.

He ain't gonna give us anything.

( cracks)

BONASERA:
Ooh!

Good speed
on that ball.
Mm-hmm.

( cracks)

You know what?
I think I got an idea.

( cracks)

( groans)

Hey!

I got to keep this one.

Sorry. It's evidence.

JANE:
I've had a chance
to analyze all three.

The DNA from the spit ball
you brought me

matches DNA from the ball

Mac found
in Margo Trent's apartment

as well as DNA from the baseball
that killed Gilbert Novotny.

Three strikes.

You know, man...

you got a mean fastball,
you know that?

Now, how do you do that?

Two fingers on the laces, or
do you just use fingertips?

What, the thumb
and the index finger grip

a little tighter
than the rest of them?

Lady, you want pitching lessons,
you should try your local Y.

That's my change-up.

It's not nearly as fast
as the ball

you threw in the gut
of Gilbert Novotny.

Yeah, and you used

a much more powerful throw
to break the panel

in the bathroom door

of Margo's apartment, and
that wasn't very nice.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

We got your DNA.

We got you on assault,

and we got you on murder.

Murder?
Yeah, you know
that fastball

you threw in the
stadium parking lot?

You ruptured

Gilbert Novotny's spleen.

What?

He climbed into his car,

and then he died.

I was angry,
but I didn't mean to kill him.

What were
you so mad about, Ruben?

They showed our section
on the Jumbotron,

and he leaned over and kissed
me, right on the mouth.

( cheering)

In front of all those people.

I can take a joke,
but that was too far.

I don't like looking
like a fool.

Wow, DeRosa,

you got all hot under the collar
over a little smooch.

( blows whistle)
I love Boston, baby!

Hey, sweet cheeks,

you're a good kisser, now...

Hey, hey, give me my ball.

You want your ball? Huh?
You want your ball back?

Come on, don't be a sore loser.
It's okay.

Oh, really?
Yeah, come...

Hey!
DeROSA:
Kiss that!

And Margo?

She thought it was funny, too.

Deja...

Come on, you're not still angry

about what happened at the game,
are you?

Deja.
Looks to me

like the only thing that gets
you hot is another guy.

Never say that

to me again, ¿oíste?

Are you crazy? Huh?

Get off of me, loser!

Loser? Who you...?
Who you calling a...?

Abre la puerta.

Loser!

Who you calling a loser, huh?

( wood breaking)

Yeah, you've thrown
your last fastball.

You can kiss
your baseball career good-bye.

You're out.

ATTORNEY:
Defense calls
Detective Mac Taylor.

JUDGE:
Detective Taylor,

I remind you
you are still under oath.

Yes, Your Honor.

ATTORNEY:
Detective Taylor,
you were originally called

as the prosecution's
expert witness?

TAYLOR:
Yes.

ATTORNEY:
And now you're testifying

on behalf of the defense?

TAYLOR:
That's correct.

ATTORNEY:
Can you please tell the court
why that is?

TAYLOR:
Because I've retested
the evidence,

and there may be some doubt
as to Mr. Sullivan's guilt.

So, why'd you help me?

Because you told me the truth.

You know there'll be
a civil trial.

And this time, the evidence
will come to the rescue.

Mr. Sullivan,
my job is to collect evidence

and, without bias
or expectation,

provide an answer.

I don't usually hope the suspect
is innocent or guilty.

This time... it was different.

This time, I wanted the evidence

on that hammer to be wrong.

I liked the possibility
of... changing everything.

Me, too.