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We're getting ready to knock, so let's get into position.

They're definitely in there.

Look, look, look...

What are you doing? It's a knock warrant.

Doesn't say how hard we have to knock.

Yeah.

Police.

Open up.

I'll be right there.

Just, uh, give me a moment.

Hit it. No, no.

Wait. Hit it. They're flushing the damn drugs down the toilet.

You don't know that.

If we don't go in right now,

there's gonna be nothing left.

It's a knock warrant.

And we knocked.

On the ground.

Ay, dios mío. Hands.

Son of a bitch.

On the ground. Stand up. Hands where I can see 'em.

Clear.

Clear here.

Can I help you with something, Officer?

Hey. Sorry I'm late.

What do we got? A suicide?

No, looks like she was strangled.

And then posed?

Yeah, from the looks of it,

the rosary beads were placed after

she was already dead.

Any signs of forced entry? No,

but the killer seems to have left a note.

"Sufferings of this

"present time are not worthy to be compared

"with the glory which shall

be revealed to us."

So, we've got a religious nut that wants to send a message.

Or just a nut who we need to send a message to ourselves.

I know, it's crazy.

Did someone call 911?

Yeah, we did.

Is anyone hurt?

He's in there.

29-David. Be advised

we have a DOA at this location, appears to be a homicide.

Ma'am, you can't be here. Send a bus and a supervisor.

This is a crime scene. You need to step away.

Do you know who stabbed him?

Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm.

It was you.

Yeah, I did it.

I killed him.

You want to tell me exactly what happened?

I'm not sure I should talk to you.

You spoke to the officers at the scene this morning.

I did, but I... But what?

But one of the cops pulled me aside

and told me that if I want to avoid jail,

I shouldn't talk to anyone without my lawyer.

A cop told you this?

Yes.

Which one?

The nice one.

She said she'd help me.

Does this officer have a name?

Officer Janko.

I told Detective Hill to stand down

and wait for the occupants to answer the door.

They were flushing drugs down the toilet

while we waited outside. And his cowboy tactics

caused injury to a female inside the apartment who was on the

other side of the door. Come on, man, she was faking it.

When she files a civil suit, are you gonna pay for it?

Could we please just stick to the facts for now?

Here's the facts.

We have FBI protocols.

Detective Hill can't just do whatever he wants,

whenever he wants, and the rest of the team be damned.

Okay, but in terms of the law,

Detective Hill didn't do anything wrong.

Once we knock, if we hear toilets flushing

or drugs being destroyed,

we go in.

So, you're telling me you're gonna do nothing?

No one said that.

He's your grandson, right?

Clearly, that makes him Teflon.

You asked for this meeting, Jeff.

If anyone is giving Detective Hill

special treatment, it's you.

I got nothing more to say.

I don't know what that guy's problem is.

I do. It's you.

It's pretty clear

you don't listen

and you can't take direction.

You're siding with him?

No one's taking sides with anyone.

If we had done things my way, our target would be in custody

right now, charged with possession with intent to sell,

instead of back out on the street.

Boy...

Sid, give us the room.

You ever notice how, when you've got a beef with someone,

it's always that other person who's always dead wrong?

I hadn't, no.

I have.

You know, no one's perfect, Joe.

I know that. Do you know that?

I'm pretty sure I do.

Well, it can be hard to tell sometimes.

Especially when it suits your take on things.

Agree to disagree.

Sorry, I can't do it on this.

No, she wasn't religious, as far as I know.

When's the last time you saw Sarah?

Night before last. We went out to dinner.

Right around the block from her apartment.

And what time was that?

8:00.

Then what?

Then I walked her home. We kissed good night.

You didn't stay overnight with her?

I had a big presentation early the next morning.

Was that unusual?

What unusual?

The presentation or not staying the night?

Both.

Why?

Just a question.

Okay, well, I got a question for you.

Why don't you go and find the guy who did this to Sarah?

What you're doing is trying to figure out

if I killed my girlfriend.

I'll save you the trouble.

I did not kill Sarah.

Any idea who did?

Any idea who

might've wanted to hurt her?

Maybe had a problem with her?

No.

And you know why?

Because she was the nicest person I ever met.

Everyone loved her,

including me.

So, if you got any more questions,

talk to my lawyer.

Did you speak to Jennifer Carpenter

when you responded to the crime scene?

Hi. Yeah.

She said that Duarte tried to rape her,

and she killed him in self-defense.

Allegedly.

You don't believe her?

I don't know. Were there any witnesses?

Any evidence?

Anyone to back up the story?

Well, what did she say?

She refused to speak with me.

She said an Officer Janko told her

to only speak with an attorney.

Well, that's true,

but I believe her, Erin. She's not a murderer.

I'm sorry, I'm confused, are-are you

Jennifer Carpenter's attorney now?

Actually, I am.

I'm representing Jennifer Carpenter.

Wait, she called you?

Ah...

I called him.

Are you kidding me?

She asked for the best defense attorney I know.

So, you counseled a defendant who confessed

to murder not to speak

to anyone, and then you

secured them an attorney?

It was not like that.

Which part of that wasn't true?

If Jennifer asked for a lawyer,

it's Eddie's obligation...

It's actually not her obligation

to secure a lawyer for people

who stab other people to death.

How about you stay in your lane from now on?

Joe Hill did nothing wrong.

The FBI just does things a different way.

But he's on an FBI task force,

so you're supposed to follow their rule book.

Boss, I would've done exactly what he did.

Of course you would. Let's use that

as the barometer for all FBI-NYPD relations.

Sid would've done it.

Well...

there's a way of doing things that doesn't put

everybody's back up against the wall,

and clearly Joe has not learned the art of that.

Like, play by the rules, respect chain of command?

Yeah. In this instance,

he played by the rules.

Except you can't play by the NYPD rules

when the FBI is calling the shots.

Obviously, he ruffled some feathers,

but I do think it'll blow over.

Boss, my two cents? He's a good cop.

Yeah, with a chip on his shoulder the size of a Buick.

Because his grandfather's the PC?

If that were so,

he'd be like some trust fund kid,

born on third base and thinks he hit a triple.

So, no.

He's not dumb and he's not shallow,

but...

he is troubled.

About what?

Sid, I have no idea.

This is the last time.

Fair enough. We won't ask again.

She has petechiae in the eyes,

swollen lips, these marks on her neck.

She died due to asphyxiation

as a result of external pressure.

Manual strangulation.

Any signs

of sexual assault?

We did a rape kit. I'll rush the testing.

Was she tortured or anything?

She was bound.

These marks on her wrists.

Duct tape is my guess.

Anything else you could tell us?

Well, I think he took a trophy.

What kind of trophy?

See right here? A locket of her hair.

Too bad he didn't leave one.

No, surprisingly there was no trace evidence.

And there's no chance she cut that herself?

Maybe she got gum stuck in it or something.

No. She had a perfect manicure.

She just had a pedicure.

Her legs were waxed. Her eyebrows were done.

This was a young woman who was very well put together.

She wasn't sloppy.

Well, let's hope to God he was.

Danny, we got another body.

Maryanne Kauffman.

25 years old.

Looks like she was strangled, too.

Same staged body,

same rosary beads.

And another note.

"Return unto me,

for I have redeemed thee."

Looks like we have a serial killer on our hands.

Yeah, it does.

Hi.

Hi.

Can I come in?

Sure.

I take it you are not happy

that I've taken this case.

Just gonna be fodder for the press, Jack.

Not to mention, you didn't give me a heads-up

that Eddie called you in on this.

Erin, you broke up with me because you thought

that I wouldn't look good as your partner

coming up to your run,

but now you also want to dictate what cases I'll take?

Did you really have to take the one

that I'm personally handling?

Oh, so now I'm supposed to say to my clients,

"Hold on, I can't let you know if I'm gonna represent you

"until I make sure that my ex-wife isn't the prosecutor

on your case"? Seriously?

Okay, when you put it that way, it does sound a little...

Unreasonable?

Intrusive? Insulting? It is.

Okay, you made your point.

Jennifer Carpenter is my client now,

so please don't speak with her unless I'm present.

Well, I would like to speak to her to see

if she did act in self-defense

and to know whether or not I should charge her.

No.

No? No, you can't.

She made her statement, so ball's in your court now.

May the best man or woman win.

Both of our victims-- 20s,

female, strangled.

Doesn't exactly narrow it down. Anything else in common?

Different neighborhoods, different gyms, jobs, clubs...

I'm still looking, but so far nothing.

Well, there's this,

rosary beads.

Maybe we follow them.

Reagan.

Yeah, we're working that case. Why?

Okay.

All right. 15 minutes.

That's Rosanna Diaz from the Ledger.

She said she got a letter from a guy

claiming to be the one who killed our two vics.

It arrived this morning.

We need to know everyone who had contact with it

once it came out of the envelope.

Uh, me, our photographer, my editor.

Maybe we should be asking who didn't touch it.

We were careful, but we had to run with it. It's news.

Well, no, it's evidence,

and if it's contaminated now, that's a problem.

I didn't have to call you at all.

Well, we can just charge you

with tampering physical evidence.

And I can tell you to kiss my ass.

All right, time-out. Why don't we just start over?

Okay? Where is it?

Arrived at 2:15.

Arrived how? Mail.

I assumed it was legit because he sent these pictures

of Sarah and Maryanne with it.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do it,

"but I can't help myself.

"I hope the police are smart enough to find me

before I have to do it again."

Let's get Crime Scene up here.

Detective Hill asked if he could have a moment.

Oh.

Temperature?

Simmering.

Okay.

Let's have him.

You transferred me to the chief of D's office? Why?

When you commit an error in the field,

you generally are taken off the field.

I didn't do anything wrong.

I followed the letter of the law.

There is a chain of command.

Last time I looked, you weren't at the top of it.

So this assignment is, what, like a time-out?

Like I'm not playing well with others?

My hope is that

you will use it as a time to reflect.

On my shortcomings?

On your potential and what the obstacles

may be to achieving it.

You describe my old man as a...

a hard charger, a "first one in" kind of guy, right?

So maybe what this is actually about is

you trying to make sure that history doesn't repeat itself.

Maybe reflect on that.

Hold on.

I have reflected

on just that,

many times,

often in the middle of the night,

and I can tell you one thing for certain--

whatever this thing of ours is,

it ain't that.

Just so's you know.

Hey.

Detectives were swamped, so I helped

reinterview a bunch of the women

in the office and, uh...

And what are you doing here?

I offered to help.

I think you've helped enough.

Well, I just feel

strongly that this woman is telling the truth.

Yeah, well, then why even bother investigating

if you feel so strongly she's innocent?

There's something about this case.

With you, there's always something about every case,

every time.

You overstepped on so many levels,

I don't even know where to begin.

Erin, if you just take a look at...

I think you should go back to patrol, Eddie.

I've got this.

You know, not for nothing, she really helped.

Not for nothing is something, and I know she wants to help,

but you know what the road to hell is paved with?

Yes, but apparently the road to promotion

at Duarte's company is sex.

How so?

We talked to almost everyone who worked there.

They all say that Duarte had a reputation

for forcing sex on his female employees.

Is there any record of complaints?

Nothing in the online complaint system.

I subpoenaed HR records.

His M.O. seems to be to handpick and hire

young, attractive women and hold promotion

over their heads for sex.

And if they say no, well,

guy like that, it's not a big leap for him to force himself.

And how about Jennifer Carpenter?

According to co-workers,

Jennifer told them that Duarte raped her.

And did she file a report?

She did not. No.

So, she was raped, and instead

of filing a report with the police,

she decided to get revenge by stabbing him?

She's claiming that she only stabbed him

out of fear for her life.

Well, Jack knows his best shot

is to convince the jury that it was self-defense.

So you think it was premeditated?

I mean, I need to know if she believed

he was using...

or going to use

deadly physical force.

I mean, were there any... injuries or defense wounds?

No.

Did any of these other women witness the attempted rape

or the subsequent murder?

No, Jennifer arrived early, as did Duarte.

And what about the murder weapon?

A seven-inch fixed blade knife.

Find out where that murder weapon came from

and who owns it.

You got it.

Just blurted it out like that?

Yeah, she didn't try to hide anything.

Maybe that's why I believed her.

Sh-She even looked traumatized.

Please, um... Okay.

And Badillo, what did he think?

Um, I mean, he believed her, too,

but you should probably talk to him directly

about that.

I will, but this really helps.

So, what happened?

Uh, I can't really share with you what Jennifer said to me.

No, not this. What happened with you and Erin?

I mean, you two seemed

perfect for each other.

Um...

Uh, we are. Or, uh,

we-we were.

Then why'd you break up in the first place?

Um, uh, we were too young when we got married.

We were too young when we became parents.

There's plenty of people get married young

and have kids young.

Yup, they're, um, they're not both lawyers,

juggling careers, uh, and a baby,

and they're not married into a...

a very Irish Catholic family

that was very opinionated and vocal

about every move that we made.

Mm, so you blame the family?

No. No, no, no.

Um, I, uh, I blame me.

Um...

I wasn't, uh, mature enough

for all of that.

Kind of the, the poster boy

for, uh, "don't know what you got until it's gone."

But, I mean, it's not gone.

You can still fix it. You could still be together.

Erin's priority right now

is making D.A.,

and I don't fit into that equation.

I mean, she actually thinks that

being seen with me would hurt her chances.

So, you're just gonna walk away?

Much as I appreciate your concern for us,

uh, a relationship takes

two committed people to work.

Back to the case?

Right this way, Doc.

Hey.

Hey, this is Dr. Walker,

forensic psychologist.

Thanks for helping out.

Why don't you have a seat?

I looked at everything

you sent.

He's certainly meticulous

and very intelligent.

He's covered his tracks,

and that takes a lot of thought to be able to evade

seasoned homicide detectives like you.

Okay, well, now that we know how smart he is,

any suggestions on how we can nail this son of a bitch?

He's white, probably late-30s

to mid-40s, single,

had some kind of tragic

childhood, an abusive one,

a warped relationship

with his mother, who was very religious,

since he's making

a statement with the rosary beads.

He has a post-graduate degree and is bipolar.

You got all that from two bodies?

Can you tell us what he likes to eat for breakfast?

Detective, it's not just the bodies,

it's the notes,

it's the posing,

the rosary beads,

strangulation,

the, uh, lack of trace evidence, the Bible quotes.

Well, outside of the obvious, we still can't make

any connection between the two victims.

They're both similar age, and they both

seem to have been meticulous

about their appearance.

That might be what he was killing.

Meticulousness? What, perfection?

Sophistication. Youth.

Uh, female empowerment.

They're both brunette. Yes.

It's, uh, most likely that his mother was a brunette,

and I'll assure you that most of his victims will be.

Still, could really use

some thoughts on how we can get this guy.

He sent you a message. Several.

Uh-huh. Perhaps you should send one back.

What are you suggesting?

Give him some attention. Ask the public for help.

Can't give this guy the satisfaction, Doc.

I mean, besides, we have no idea what this guy looks like,

and we have no idea how he chooses his victims.

He's killed two victims in 24 hours, so he is

in a cooling off period,

but who knows how long that will last?

The lab reached out. They pulled a partial print

off the cross on the rosary beads.

Did they run it? Yeah.

Comes back to a one Martin Langley,

and guess what. He owns a religious supply store.

You don't say.

Excuse me, sir.

Detective Reagan. My partner's Detective Baez.

You have a minute?

Yeah, what can I do for you?

You recognize this?

Can I see?

Black onyx rosary beads.

I sell them.

Yeah, you want to tell me what this is about?

Those were found at two separate crime scenes

with fingerprints on them, your fingerprints,

and they were the only fingerprints.

Because I sell them.

Mm-hmm. I handle them

when I'm packing them up for customers.

I even mail them myself.

Where were you Thursday between the hours of 6:00 to 9:00 a.m.,

and 3:00 to 5:00 p.m.?

I spent the day with my mother.

She's in the Bristol in Great Neck.

You can call there. They'll verify.

Okay, we will.

Do you know of anyone who may have purchased these recently?

A-a lot of people purchase them.

What about someone who purchased several at once?

Um...

Oh, yeah, now I remember.

There was a gentleman who bought ten of these.

Ten?

We need to know who purchased them.

I'm sorry, he paid cash.

Okay, well, can you remember him at all?

Give us a description?

He was in his 40s,

he wore glasses and a suit,

and he kept complaining because he'd gotten a ticket

for parking in the "no standing" zone outside.

Outside, okay. Uh, how long ago?

About a month ago.

Uh-huh. I-I remember

he asked about the St. Benedict medal.

St. Benedict? He say why?

No, but most people want that particular one

because it's used to ward off evil.

Don't they all ward off evil?

Uh, somewhat.

But St. Benedict is the medal used during exorcisms.

Chief asked me to drop these off for the commissioner.

Thanks. Commissioner asked if you'd say hi.

Thanks.

Want to have a seat this time?

Did you have the chief send me up here as an excuse

to get me to come in again?

I'm pretty sure the chief sent you up here himself

with some intel he wanted me to look at.

That's kind of how that goes.

It's just a coincidence that you transferred me

so I'm right under your nose?

My chief of Ds is a wizard at making

almost any move he wants while somehow staying

inside the box.

I just thought

maybe you could learn a thing or two

being around him.

Does every other cop that screws up

get sent to One PP for a week?

My only agenda here is to try to prevent

a potentially great cop from getting himself

bounced off the job.

Your name is Joe Hill, but in that sense

it could just as easily be Joe Blow.

I never know where I stand with you.

Half the time I feel like I'm competing with a ghost.

Whose ghost?

Come on.

Did you walk by a big bronze statue of him

on your way in here?

Not literally.

Not anything.

He was a good cop and could have been a great one.

He was your father and would have been a great one.

He was my son, and he was a wonderful son.

And he's gone way too soon. That's all.

How is that all?

No, I mean, that's everything.

He wasn't a legend or a mythical figure.

He was a good man, and I wish he was still with us.

Most especially for you.

That's a good answer to a...

question that neither of us asked.

The dynamic that I have with you,

that I have with your family,

didn't come out of a vacuum.

I'm being measured against something here.

And if you tell me that

it's not against my father, I'll believe you

It's not.

Then tell me what it is.

I can't.

You mean you won't.

No, I mean I can't right now.

I don't know which one of us has the answer to that.

Well, if you figure it out, you know where to find me.

I will be charging your client

with manslaughter in the first degree.

For protecting herself? Oh, come on, Jack.

She told coworkers he raped her in the past.

Yeah, exactly, and she didn't want it to happen again.

She didn't file a report, didn't go to the police.

We've both seen plenty of cases

of women afraid to come forward.

And she continued to work there?

Did it ever occur to you that she couldn't afford to quit?

Did it ever occur to you that this is revenge killing?

What, "hell hath no fury"?

No bruising, no marks, no witnesses, no corroborations.

Her coworkers said

this was consensual sex,

and she was angry she didn't get promoted.

Hearsay.

I haven't seen any evidence

that it's not cold-blooded.

A jury's not going to convict her.

She's sympathetic,

and he was a monster by all standards.

And there are plenty of employees who can verify that.

"He had it coming" is not much of a defense.

And justice is not only for victims of good character, Jack.

If there are even a few women on that grand jury,

you're not gonna get an indictment.

Watch me.

With pleasure.

Don't all talk at once.

Sorry, Pop, I'm a little preoccupied.

Me, too. No wonder.

Heard Jack's defending Jennifer Carpenter.

Didn't realize he was chasing ambulances now.

Apparently he gets personal invitations

from within the family.

Who? Yeah, who?

Me, okay?

You could just say it, Erin. I asked him.

So you're, uh, helping out defense attorneys now?

Yeah, aren't you supposed to be on the prosecutors' side?

I'm not on anyone's side.

The victim said he raped her.

She stabbed him because she was afraid

he was gonna rape her again.

Or it was premeditated.

But maybe we shouldn't speak about this

at family dinner.

Why not? We always talk shop.

Maybe this time we should take a break

from bringing the work home. Yeah.

Thank you. But tell the truth.

You were playing matchmaker, weren't you?

I was not.

I can't blame you. I always liked Uncle jack.

That makes one of us.

That's not what I was doing.

Well, this doesn't necessarily have anything to do

with past history.

Exactly. My intentions were pure.

Oh, save it.

Maybe we could give each other the benefit of the doubt.

Thank you.

Or they could just duke it out.

You've been spending too much time with your dad.

Sorry. You can deny it all you want,

but I think everything is influenced by past history.

So, what, you're saying people don't move on from things

or get over things? They just harbor grudges?

No, but that's about forgiveness, not amnesia.

Those who do not remember the past

are condemned to repeat it.

Remembering the past is good,

but sometimes it's just as good to let it go.

Otherwise you get Irish Alzheimer's:

forget everything except the grudges.

You know, it's even worse doing dish duty with you

when you're not talking to me.

I thought the guy was like a Harvey Weinstein type,

and I didn't want this woman to get railroaded.

And what makes you think I would railroad anyone?

Oh, that's not what I meant.

I meant I...

I want her to have good representation.

So you went to Jack's office?

He had questions about her confession.

And you usually help out the defense attorneys?

He's not just a defense attorney.

He's part of this family.

Hmm, technically not.

Okay, well, he's a great lawyer,

and that's why I called him. Okay?

Are you really gonna tell me

you didn't do this in some misguided attempt

to get us to reconcile?

I mean, I'll admit it, I-I like the idea

of you two working together. Is that so wrong?

Yeah, it is.

You two are perfect for each other.

Everyone else might not agree, but I see it

whenever you're together.

And I don't want you to miss out on the one guy

I've ever seen you happy with.

A Toyota Camry parked in a "no standing" zone,

license plate number

2-X-ray-5107.

It's registered to a Dianne Corchran,

35, from Mineola.

Honda Pilot, Charlie-Nora-Thomas-4712.

Wait a minute, read me that again.

Charlie-Nora-Thomas-4712.

This can't be. What?

It's registered to a Dr. Walker.

Our Dr. Walker?

Well, that's a damn good question.

Is the doctor in? Great.

We'll find our way back. Don't worry about it.

You can't go in there. He said not to disturb him.

We'll just be a minute. Excuse me!

Hello, Doc.

What can I do for you, Detectives?

You can start by telling us what the hell

kind of game you're playing.

I have no clue what you're talking about.

You bought ten sets of rosary beads,

two of which ended up on murder victims.

Are you suggesting I put them there?

Murder victims that we consulted you about.

Yet you didn't mention those rosary beads, did you?

Hundreds of thousands of people buy rosary beads.

Where were you between the hours

of 6:00 to 9:00 a.m., and 3:00 to 5:00 p.m.

Thursday?

Well, most likely I was at home.

I keep very regular hours. Do me a favor, Doc.

Take your hands out of your pockets, please.

Right now! Step over there.

This is ridiculous.

You giving haircuts now, Doc?

It's not what you think it is.

You're under arrest, you sick son of a bitch.

Hands behind your back. For the murders of Sarah Montgomery...

Janine, call Solomon and Rubin and tell them I need

their best criminal defense attorney.

...may be used against you in a court of law.

Your client's looking at two counts of murder.

He's innocent.

Oh, really? Well, great.

Then you won't mind him answering a few questions for us

so we can clear up all the confusion.

My client is a sick man, Detective.

You think?

If he's innocent, he should be able

to give us an alibi.

My client is suffering from

extreme psychiatric distress

brought on by his arrest at his place of work.

Or maybe it was brought on by killing

two innocent young women.

He's fearful and depressed,

and I fear for his safety.

I wonder how fearful and depressed

Sarah and Maryanne were before he killed them.

You want to talk about that, Doc?!

If you forgive others their sins against you...

Dr. Walker, do not say another word.

...your heavenly Father will also forgive you.

Dr. Walker! Hey!

Hey, stop! Hey! Dr. Walker!

We need some help in here! Stop! Stop.

Come on.

Get him a bus seat.

Heavenly Father, forgive them their trespasses.

Shut up.

He's clearly faking it.

Look, I'd be happy to encourage my client

to answer your questions,

but he clearly doesn't have the mental capacity

to sit through an interrogation.

I'd like him evaluated by a professional.

You really think he's gonna get out of

these charges he's facing by pretending to be crazy?

I think he won't face any charges

because everything you have is circumstantial.

Well, we'll see about that. Fine.

Get him to Bellehaven Psychiatric,

or I will file a 730 with the judge. Thank you.

He knew what he was doing. He planned those murders!

What?

The hairs we got from his office,

they don't match either of our victims.

Erin, how did it go?

Grand jury refused to indict.

They didn't see Jennifer Carpenter as a killer,

they saw her as a victim who fought back.

And in today's climate, that's all that matters.

I'm sorry.

You're sorry you won or that she got away with murder?

If it's any consolation, I believe her.

I believe he raped her,

and I believe that she stabbed him in self-defense.

Well, he may have raped her,

but this was cold, calculated revenge.

She went to that office early to kill him, and she planned it.

But I can't make a case

based on my gut, so...

you win.

Just for the record, I don't feel much

like a winner at all these days.

Erin. I've been calling you.

Oh. I was in the grand jury. I didn't have my phone.

I finally found out where the murder weapon came from.

Jennifer Carpenter purchased a hunting knife

the day before the murder.

Even asked if it could kill a large animal.

Anthony, the grand jury voted not to indict.

It's too late.

It is written,

"Vengeance is mine.

I will repay the faithless with everlasting darkness."

You're gonna pay, all right. Shut your mouth.

Sir, you're gonna hurt yourself.

He'll be fine.

"If your enemies are hungry, feed them.

"If they're thirsty,

give them a drink." I'm gonna get security.

Thank you.

All right, knock it off already.

Nobody's buying your crap.

I killed all of them.

I know you killed all of them.

All two of them, Doc.

That's what you think.

How many were there, Doc? Let's go, Dr. Walker.

Wait a minute, how many were there?

Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wait a minute.

What the hell are you talking about? Detective,

let go of him. Step aside!

"How long will the wicked triumph?"

How many were there, Doc?

We got it from here. "How long will the wicked triumph?"

Hello?

Sunroom.

Uh, where's Henry?

Oh, he's out with the boys from his days in the 3-5.

Hey, come on, sit down.

This for me?

It is.

Bourbon.

It was your dad's favorite.

Uh, I was unfair to you the other day,

and I owe you an apology.

Uh, actually, I picked his brain,

and he shared a lot of great stuff.

So if anything, I actually owe you a thanks.

Uh, I don't mean about the desk assignment.

Oh.

Look...

...of course you feel compared to your father.

We knew him. You never even met him.

We lost him.

He was never really yours to lose.

And then we found you.

And I'm sure you felt like you were kind of being...

X-rayed sometime.

Like we figured some shadow

or shape in you

would bring him back to us

for a moment.

So...

I'm sorry for that.

Not necessary you put it that way.

Absolutely necessary.

And, uh, I don't apologize very often,

so enjoy it.

Okay. It is fun.

I, uh...

Look, your dad was a natural-born leader,

and I think you could be, too.

But it means you have to set the tone

for those under you,

especially as you rise in the ranks.

And I just think that...

Well, you could do a better job

of being aware of that.

Fun while it lasted.

I, uh...

well, I made something for you.

Is that him?

Yeah. And that's my hat.

He would sneak into my closet and steal it all the time.

So, what, he always wanted to be a cop?

Kind of, but I think it started when

he began copying whatever I did.

Greatest feeling in the world.

So he didn't like ties either, huh?

Hated ties. Suits, too.

That thing was covered in grass stains

an hour after church.

So he got a scolding,

and you know what, he just marched right back out

and rolled down the hill again.

All right, so there is a lesson in here, then?

Not a lesson. An observation.

I see where this is going.

Then just enjoy the ride.

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