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Did you really like the exhibit, or are
you just being kind?

Oh, Hank.

I don't want to drag you to see Jackson
Pollock. You'd rather see a movie,

though.

I loved it.

Really, you know.

I mean, I admit, at first, you know, it
sort of looked like random paint

splatterings, you know. You're not
really quite sure where to look.

Yeah, well, that's his whole thing.

This fabric of color that gives the eye
nowhere to rest.

You know, there's no face, no tree,
nothing. So it makes us enter into the

painting in our imaginations, figure out
what does it mean to us.

Kind of like a Rorschach test.

Yeah, exactly.

It says here that Pollock was an
alcoholic, huh?

A big alcoholic, yeah.

Bipolar, too, I think.

Used to say...

He'd wake up every day feeling
emotionally skinned alive unless he was

out by the booze.

Hey.

Let's get out of here.

What do you say we make a break before I
go back to my place?

I don't want to be with you tonight,
John.

Come on, Hank, you know.

Maybe we don't even know each other.

I'm trying.

I've still been my wife.

Yeah, so?

Tell me.

You can tell me anything.

You know, I've got another court date
tomorrow.

Jenny.

Jenny, wait.

I'm sorry.

Jenny, wait.

Jenny!

Just pass it.

Hold on.

What? Everything. Slow down.

No. Yeah.

Yeah, I'll be there in like ten minutes.

Yeah. I love you.

What's going on? Are you comfortable?

Yeah. It's just... Is she okay?

Well, I don't know.

I had a really nice time.

I'll call you. No,

you won't.

But it was fun meeting you, Nate.

Okay, everybody stay calm, all right?

Everything's going to be fine.

Everything's going to be just fine.

Okay, let's help each other.

John, you come share.

Okay, right through here, guys. Right
this way. Maybe you should go back to

room. All right.

Raina. Hey.

Raina, this is my sister, Irene. Irene,
this is my new partner. You know who I

was telling you about? Hi, Irene.

Sorry we had to meet under these
circumstances.

Me too.

Look, I got here as fast as I could. You
said something about a possible

suicide? Yeah. Jim.

Jim, can you come here for a second?

Inspector Raina Washington, this is Jim
Petrie. Jim's the house director here.

It's nice to meet you.

Excuse me.

Who is that? That's Paul.

Irene, Jim and I have to show Raina
Tom's room. Are you going to be okay

yourself?

I try to be.

All right.

Come on.

Okay. Irene found the body.

Ugh.

The deceased's name is Tom Burks, 19
years old. He'd been a resident here for

about six months.

There's no sign of forced entry or
struggle and no apparent signs of trauma

the body.

Any chronic health issues?

Physically, Tom was in perfect health.
The only medication he was on was an

-psychotic drug to control his violent
behavior.

Yeah, I met Tom a few times. He and
Irene were friends.

Could we, uh...

Could we speak somewhere else?

Tom was a nice young man most of the
time, but he was what we call an

personality bipolar.

He had moments of uncontrollable rage,
and when he lost it, he was extremely

violent. He assaulted several counselors
in the house residence. And he was

still living here?

Actually, we had asked him to leave.

Just five days ago, he brutalized one of
our kids, Paul Young, sent him to the

hospital. It was the last straw for the
House Committee.

He begged me to let him stay.

Sometimes I hate this job.

I'm so upset.

Enough to kill himself?

I assure you, Detective, if anyone here
had thought he was going to commit

suicide, we would have taken steps to
prevent it. I run a very tight ship.

we're just trying to establish Tom's
emotional state. No one's blaming him

anything.

Who was the last person to be Tom alive?

Probably Bob Perez.

He's a nurse therapist. He would have
given Tom his meds at 11 p .m. An hour

before lights out.

We're going to need to speak to Mr.
Perez.

Bob's off today, but I can get you his
home number.

Oh, Nate.

I tried, Nate. It really did, but I'm
not...

It's okay.

Hey.

Your dad called.

Cleaned this thing out.

Brutal. Spoke to Irene.

She told him about Tom Burke's murder.

He wondered why you had it.

Well, Dad's probably just disappointed
it was somebody else's kid that died.

Hey, Emmy gave us the time of death on
Tom Burke around 1 a .m. What did it

cause?

Massive overdose of Ryzane.

Ryzane? That's the medicine he was
taking for his psychosis. He had about

milligrams in his blood.

The normal dose is about 5 or 6
milligrams.

I did some research when I heard that
the victim was bipolar.

Anyway, I guess we can rule out
accidental overdose.

It was either suicide or somebody forced
him to ingest it. Well, there was no

sign of violence in his room.

What's up with Tom's parents? I've
called them twice already to let them

that their son is dead.

Oh, they're already here. They're in the
captain's office.

Tom Sr.

had the autopsy results before we did.
Wait, he's that Tom Burke?

Yeah, the president of the San Francisco
Board of Supervisors.

Just some routine questions.

When did you last see or speak with your
son?

About a week ago.

Yesterday morning, just after I took my
two younger daughters to school.

We had breakfast.

I was helping him pack.

And how was he?

His mood?

Sad.

Withdrawn.

He loved it at Springer Street.

Well, we know that he made at least one.

Previous suicide attempt.

Captain, we would really prefer to keep
whatever happened as a private family

matter. Honey, it's anything but
private.

That was right before he was transferred
to the Elmont boarding school. Is that

correct? That's correct.

He was transferred because of his
aggression.

You know, I think you should speak with
Dr.

Lauren Lake. She was his psychiatrist.

I want this matter resolved soon.

Am I clear about this?

I think 48 hours is sufficient. don't
you?

Can I talk to you all?

Irene.

Irene. You have me scared half to death.
What's the emergency?

It always takes me heartbreak, yes.

I can't play alone.

Where's Dad?

Is he here?

Dad had to work late at the restaurant.
He wanted me to tell you that he loves

you.

Look, Irene, I think I remember how to
play chess.

How about I come by after work, huh?

Tom would never leave me. He promised.

He never ever broke a promise.

Look, Irene, sometimes people leave,
okay? They don't mean to hurt you.

They don't mean to break their promises.

They just... Not Tom.

No way.

Tom didn't kill himself, Nate.

He was murdered.

Irene, did anybody at the house ever
threaten Tom, or was he afraid of

Tom was brave.

He wasn't afraid of anybody.

Except Bob Perez.

Tom was scared of Bob Perez.

Imagine people who are.

You my little sweet pea?

You my sweet pea?

Did you look at that application for the
preschool yet?

Not yet.

Oh. You should. Looks great.

It's like a little tricycle to ride on.
Kate?

Preschool is so expensive and all the
clothes and books.

You're spoiling her rotten.

Yes, I am.

Yes, I am.

I'm glad somebody is.

Kate?

Lewis, we broke up. Remember?

You should probably give me those keys
back.

Oh, what, to lock out your favorite
babysitter?

Grandpa's here. Look at those cute
socks.

Grandpa?

So, you hear about law schools yet?

I got in.

What, Bolt, Stanford?

Oh, Los Angeles.

UCLA.

I start in two weeks. I just... didn't
know

how to tell you.

I don't understand. Why not Stanford Law
or Bolt?

They didn't want me.

UCLA was my safety. It's a great law
school.

I'm going.

And you're taking Katie Ann with you? Is
that the plan?

I carried her nine months.

She's my daughter.

As much as any biological child ever
will be. I love her.

I should take care of her.

You know, the first year of law school
is really tough.

You think you'll be able to focus on
your studies and take care of a baby?

Look, the only thing that means more to
me than being a lawyer is being Katie

Ann's mom.

You know, Jill, you're going to be in
class all day. I mean, how much are you

really going to see her?

More time than if I have to fly up here
on vacation.

Katie Ann is settled, and she's happy.

She could stay here.

Well, it's not up to you, Lewis. Really?
Why the hell not? You showed up here

needing help and needing a place to
stay. You wouldn't want to help here.

both wanted me to stay here. Oh, and now
you can just come and leave and take

Katie and leave and... She's my
daughter, Lewis!

She's my daughter! She belongs here!

And now she's my daughter!

Enough!

Come on.

So you're going to fight me on this?
You're saying you'll fight me on this?

yes. No.

What?

is Katie Ann's mother.

No matter how much we love her, we're
not her parents.

Jill, I think that Katie Ann would
really be better here

with us in San Francisco. I really
believe that. There are more people here

take care of her. There's more love.
There's more time for her.

But if you really, really believe
otherwise, then...

I have to consider that. No, no, no,
okay. I have to support you.

I wish you'd reconsider.

Could you think about it?

Give it some time.

Time is the one thing I don't have.

I'm her mother, Kate.

How can I let her go?

Bob Perez.

It's a security video from a home he
worked at last year. He got fired.

I only held at my sister's facility
hire.

Well, Perez had access to rising.

And he's most likely the last person to
see Tom alive.

Well, then I'd say Mr.

Perez is suspect number one.

Look him up.

Nate?

How's Irene doing?

Well, it's tough, but, uh, you know, she
always bounces back.

Thanks.

Stacy, I want you to talk to Lauren
Lake, Tom's psychiatrist.

Whatever background medical information
you get.

Are you serious?

We're investigating a death here.

I'm sorry. Um, yeah, I will get you that
information.

I bet you will.

Don't hurt the poor woman, okay?

So before we talk about Tom Burke, Bob,
why don't we talk a little about John

Krause? You remember him from the Fulton
Street facility?

What'd he weigh, like, 125 pounds
soaking wet?

That wasn't what it looked like.

Yeah, well, about a month ago, you got
into an altercation with Tom Burke, too.

He punched you in the throat, you
collapsed.

Must have been humiliating.

How many other disabled kids have you
abused, Bob?

What about Tom Burke?

Nate!

Nate!

How's it feel, Bob?

It feels really good, doesn't it?

What you don't see in that video is that
John Carlson grabbed a knife and tried

to stab another resident.

I wrestled the knife away.

He ran to the kitchen. I pinned him to
the ground.

I only used the force that was
necessary.

I saved a life.

So, you were fired because it looked
bad?

I'm the one that has to restrain these
kids when they lose it, inspectors.

The bad guy.

No one else wants to get their hands
dirty. So you were just doing your job

Tom Burke, too, huh?

Tom was violent.

Sure. He was a cramp in the behind, but
so what?

He was moving out in a few days anyway.
Why would I want to hurt him?

You administered Tom's rising.

Is it possible that he could have been
hiding them under his tongue, saving

up or something?

No way.

If Tom hadn't been taking his meds, it
would have been crystal clear.

But he could have got the drugs from
somewhere else.

You should talk to Jim Petrie.

Can I go now?

Yeah.

Necessary force.

It's a fine line, isn't it, Inspector
Basso?

Don't ever put your hands on a suspect
like that again.

Not while I'm your partner.

Perez seems to think Tom Burke could
have gotten Ryzan from somewhere, Jim.

Any idea about that?

No. No, I keep a close eye on all the
medications.

They're kept there in a locked box in my
locked office.

Nothing's ever gone missing?

Not that I recall.

You've known me for some time.

Right, Jim? We have a pretty good
relationship.

I'd like to think so.

You believe what I tell you?

Of course I do, Nate.

Good, because if you lie to me again,
I'm going to arrest you.

All right.

About three months ago, my keys were
taken while I was asleep.

Six medications were stolen.

Rythane was one.

But we've put measures in place to
ensure that never happens again. Who

the stuff?

A resident, Paul Young.

Paul's harmless. The same Paul Young
that was beaten up by Tom Burke four

ago so bad he had to get into the
hospital?

Oh, yeah, that's the guy with the
stitches. I remember him.

What did Paul do with the stuff he
stole?

He wouldn't tell us.

Harmless, huh? You didn't report this?

Paul wouldn't hurt anybody.

I didn't want to get him in trouble.

You wanted to cover your own ass, Jim.

An investigation would shut down the
house.

Maybe that's a good thing.

I'm talking to cops.

Cops took my mom to jail a long time
ago, and she's still there.

And they're always following me.

Every day.

Everywhere. Police officers are
following you, Paul?

Yes, they are.

Sometimes I think they are.

But I'm not sure.

What did you do with the drugs you
stole, Paul?

What happened between you and Tom, Mark?

Did he do that to you?

Yeah.

I thought he was my friend.

All I did was change the channel on the
TV. He grabbed the remote out of my hand

and started smashing me in the face with
it. And he wouldn't stop.

It hurt so bad.

I hate him. I'm glad he's dead.

You know, Tom died because he had too
many drugs in his system. Yeah, rising.

Too much rising.

Maybe I gave it to him. Maybe I killed
him.

You think you killed him? I did, and I'm
glad.

He deserved to die. Paul, listen to me.

Now, you know me.

Is this the truth?

Or is this just a story like the story
about the police officers following you

everywhere?

Is this real?

I thought Tom was my friend.

He was your friend, Paul.

Did you hurt him?

I gave the drugs I stole to my cousin,
Bruce.

He asked me to.

Bruce is really smart. He's in law
school.

Naturally.

Tom had another friend, you know.

Besides me.

Another friend?

I heard him talking to somebody in his
room last night, late after curfew.

After I got off to go to the bathroom.

Was it a man or a woman he was talking
to?

I couldn't tell, but I heard it.

It was real.

Irene, you're going to be moving in with
me for a little while. There's just too

much going on around here, and I don't
think it's safe.

I think it's safe. This is my home.

You just can't pack my bags.

You have to come with me for a little
while. I'm a grown woman.

I know you are.

I can make my own decisions.

No, you can't.

You sound like Dad.

Get out, Nate.

I don't want you in my home.

Did Tom know he was going to Pleasant
Valley? Of course.

We wouldn't keep something like that
from him.

It seemed inevitable.

So we took him to the institution about
a month ago to prepare him.

But it was a mistake.

What, Tom reacted badly?

Well, while we were there, they had a
problem. And Tom was very frightened.

Frankly, we all were.

There's not many pictures.

You got two lovely daughters and no son.

Well, Tom hated to travel. He wasn't
very good with crowds, so we couldn't

him on vacation with us. What about the
formal pictures?

Couldn't take him to Sears either?

Tom would not fit still to have his
photo taken. Are we finished here,

Inspector? No, not quite.

Where were you the night of your son's
death?

Was it a meeting or to supervisors?

Till one in the morning.

You sure you weren't talking with your
son in his room?

Talking to Tommy?

You know, if this is too much for you,
Nate, you can always tell the captain if

you're too close to him. I'm not too
close to him.

What are you, my shrink now? I thought
you were my partner. I am.

Raina, my instincts as a cop are telling
me this is not a suicide.

Where's the baby?

Sleeping?

Brought some toys out of my place.

So, uh, are you still going tomorrow?

Looks like.

Jill needs time to find housing.

Plan leaves at 7.

Gonna leave here at 5 .30.

I gave Katie that.

Yeah, I know.

I remember.

It's her favorite.

Got ripped in the dryer.

I want to keep it.

For when she comes to visit, I'll keep
it.

She'll probably have outgrown it by
then.

Well, whose fault is that?

You think it's mine?

We had practically kicked her out. I
mean, I know what that looks like. I've

seen it before.

You know, nothing gets in the way of the
job, not even your granddaughter.

I'm going to let that go because you're
upset.

Hey, you know, it's kind of a lucky
break, isn't it? You know, that Jill

get into law school here. I mean, you
know, it makes things so much easier.

Easier?

Easier?

I've slept next to that baby for the
last six weeks. I fall asleep listening

her breathe.

No emotional entanglements?

No interference?

Certainly wouldn't want you to have to
cut back on your hours, Kate.

I don't know.

Is a mother's opinion supposed to mean
nothing?

No, no. This was not Jill's opinion.

This was the job.

It's the same thing you did to me.

See, but I can take it, Kate, because
I'm a grown man.

It's a crime scene. You know, you can't
be in here.

It's clean.

Who cleaned Tom's room?

Last night, there were clothes all over
the floor.

Maybe Tom cleaned it.

He only cleaned up when his dad came to
visit.

Everything had to be perfect for Mr.
Burke.

Did you see Mr.

Burke here yesterday?

No.

But he always parks in the alley, so I
might not.

Paul said he heard Tom talking to
someone very late last night in his

That can't be right.

Why not?

Curfew.

Restrict. No resident will come to Tom's
room after curfew.

Maybe Tom wasn't talking to a resident.

Got a surprise for you tonight.

Oh.

Big surprise.

Six o 'clock.

My loft.

Wear old clothes.

Probably have to throw them out.

Why would I have to throw my clothes
out?

Six o 'clock.

I don't know.

Yeah.

Spector's attitude and insinuations.

Well, that's why I'm here, to minimize
resentment.

So, you told us that the last time that
you visited your son at the Springer

house was about a week ago, is that
right?

That's right.

You drive a black BMW 540, and you park
it in the alley behind the house and

enter through the back door. There's an
emergency physician who has a garage on

the alley, and she noticed a black BMW
sedan parked.

Near her door, about 1 a .m. on Tuesday
morning.

It's about the time of your son's death.

There are a lot of black BMWs in this
city.

Well, we also have record of a phone
call from your house to your son's room

around 10 .30 that same evening.

Want to tell us what that was about?

You mean to tell Tom that you were
coming for a late -night visit?

That's ridiculous.

Mr. Burke, you told us you were at a
board of supervisors meeting the night

his death.

That meeting ended at 10 p .m.

And your son's room was also spotless.
Now, isn't it true that he only really

ever cleaned his room when you came to
visit him? And you have access to

He kept it on hand for Tom's visit, so
you see the problem we have.

Why'd you do it?

Were you ashamed?

Tom Jr. had your name, but he didn't fit
your idea of what a congressman's son

should be.

Am I under arrest?

Not yet.

I talked to my friend at the Chronicle,
and yes, the Board of Supervisors

meeting did end at 10 p .m. on Monday
night.

But Tom Burke Sr.

and a bunch of other supervisors went to
a bar across the street afterwards. For

how long?

Until close, 2 a .m.

2 a .m.? That's impossible.

And then Burke caught a ride home with
Supervisor Popovitz.

Wait a minute. Why would he need a ride
anywhere?

Mrs. Burke, we know you were driving
your husband's BMW the night your son

Your car was in the shop. He let you
borrow his.

You parked the car in the alley behind
the Springer Street house that night.

That's simply not true.

Mrs. Burke, we found five cans of soda
in your son's wastebasket in his room.

Your fingerprints were on all of them.

I straightened my son's room up that
morning.

Well, we impounded your husband's car.

In the back seat, we found this.

Your fingerprints are all over that.

So are Tom Jr.'s.

There's also some saliva on the rim.
It's saliva that has an almost lethal

of rhizome.

We believe your son washed the rhizome
down with this soda.

Why don't you tell us what happened?

Tom was afraid of Pleasant Valley.

I mean, I know the doctors do the best
they can, but still, what kind of life

that?

So pumped full of sorzine, your
personality, your spirit is lost.

So you came to the Springer Street house
with the risane and soda.

Tom asked me to help him do it.

He knew I couldn't take him home.

After what he...

done to Letha.

So I watched him take the pills.

He laid back in his bed.

He thanked me.

I held his hand.

I talked to him about the day he was...

How it was the happiest day of my life.

And I watched him fall asleep.

In his own room.

And I felt his pulse getting slower.

I don't know how long I sat there.

I couldn't let go of his hand.

He was my firstborn.

My only son.

And I just...

Mr. Burke, I'm sorry.

I can't help but feel sorry for her.

She killed her son.

Yeah, well, maybe he's at peace now. At
peace?

He's in a fridge at the morgue. His
mother should have fought for his life,

taken it away.

Who knows, five, ten years from now,
maybe they discover a medication that

cure this kid, but Tom never gets that
chance.

What do you think about all this, Kat?

What do I think?

I think I can't imagine being in a worse
position.

I don't know what it's like having a kid
like Tom Burke, watch him suffer and

not be able to help.

So, bottom line, I guess I'm just not in
a position to judge.

See you tomorrow.

Two of them an hour ago. You didn't get
my call?

She realized she was being selfish
before.

She saw what you were doing, Kate.

She knew how it broke your heart to just
have to let Katie on goes.

I'm so sorry, Kate.

You're such an idiot.

Yes, you were.

I just blamed it on the job.

All the time you were doing what you
thought was right for her.

I just wonder if maybe that's what you
were doing with me, too.

Okay.

Okay, this is a horse.

It moves like this, and I'm going to
move to mine.

There. It's not a horse, Nate.

It's a knight.

Like his shining armor.

Tom says so.

I don't think Tom's really gone, Nate.

You don't?

Why not?

I mean, I know he's dead.

I just think he's not gone.

I think he's still watching us.

Right here.

Right now.

If he's not, how come I just checked
you?

I think you're just getting lucky.

It's more of a luck thing.

Maybe when you're older, you understand.

You know, I'm older than you are.

Older than me?

Older than you?

Well, it definitely relieves the stress.

I really feel like someone's going to
come in here and yell at me for painting

the house.

That's why Jackson Pollock painted in a
barn.

Ah.

Funny with these things. Sometimes you
end up with your life splattered on the

canvas.

This is my new job.

I met you.

That's breakfast.

I think I'm just making a mess. Beauty.

Is this art?

I had a beholder, baby, just like
beauty.

I'm glad you came.

Thank you.

What do you got going there?

This is like the ocean.

Dangerous.

I feel like it can just wallow you up.

But somehow, gradually, you can begin to
see some light.

That's how it was with me.

I'm recovering.

drug addict and alcoholic.

I've done a lot of things that I'm not
proud of when

I was using.

I did a lot of things.

I've never done this sober.

Not even with Jack, not really.

in any way that mattered.

When I look at you, I want to run.

At the same time, I absolutely want to
stay.

Do we... I should go. No, it's not the
motion.