All language subtitles for 08-WithTrace

William, quit chewing your nails
and grab a mop. We got work to do.

He cleared it with me, Butchie.
He's got the Regents Exam next week.

It's a restaurant,
not a damn reading room.

William, you know what?

- Go home, little man. Go get some sleep.
- You sure, Mr. Bradley?

I don't have to do this now.
I can help you close up.

You're covered.
Just get here a little early tomorrow.

Kitchen's closed, gentlemen.

Have a good night, Mr. Bradley.
Have a good holiday, fellas.

- You, too, little man.
- All right.

His name's William Hope.
He's 16 years old.

I inherited his file about six months ago.

His boss says he left work
a little before midnight...

but his foster parents
said he never come home.

No one called the police?

They said they don't deal with runaways.

- Okay, that's William's picture.
- Looks like he's 10 years old.

- It's the only photo I have in his folder.
- He's 16.

What's he doing working here
6:00 till midnight?

It's not the ideal environment,
but he was working.

Situation with the new family's stable.
His grades are improving.

This kid has spent 18 months
on the streets. He's had it a lot worse.

Okay, Polly, I'll see what I can do.

But we need to be realistic here.
We only have a handful of agents.

Child Services
sees 30 of these kids a week.

Just like William, they're all running away
from a bad situation.

This is not just some runaway.

This is a kid whose life is finally working.

If he's missing,
something terrible has happened to him.

Always showed up on time.
Never had a problem with him.

How did he seem on Sunday night?

He seemed tired, but, you know,
been under a lot of pressure at school.

But other than that,
nothing out of the ordinary.

Depends on what you mean
by out of the ordinary.

Give me one of them yellow caps, man.

No, you can't have a cap.
You didn't order no....

William, what's going on?

He wants a key chain.

You told me not to give them
unless they order the Kid's SuperJay.

Told you, faggot, it's for my nephew.

- Why do you come here--
- Did he pay for his sandwich?

- Get the hell out of here.
- For what? I paid for my food.

I said, out! Or I call the cops.

Sounds personal.

I guess they know each other
from the neighborhood.

He told me the same kid jacked him
for his paycheck a couple weeks ago.

You got a name?

I think they call him Radio,
'cause his mouth's always running.

- This is all over a key chain?
- It's the South Bronx, Jack.

Kids get shot for a whole lot less there.

- And the cops don't have time for it, right?
- No, but I do.

Nothing from the jails,
morgues, or hospitals.

And not much in the way
of a financial trail either.

One savings account with $1,200.

That could be money
he saved from his job.

No credit cards, no cell phones, no pagers.

How's the school check out?

He was a good student.
He had excellent attendance.

- This kid stayed out of trouble.
- Or under the radar.

I really think we should get the press
involved in this one.

16-year-old black kid go missing
from the foster care system.

It's gonna be a really tough sell.

Hi. Are Mr. and Mrs. Rey home?

And, at the last minute,
we had an opening.

Children's Services told us
what a great kid he was...

and we moved him in that afternoon.

- When was that?
- Seven months ago.

How long have you and your husband
been foster parents?

Fifteen years.

We were never able
to have children of our own.

My husband and I worked
in the justice system for many years...

and you see it over and over...

how important it is to get to these kids
when they're young.

Provide them a stable home environment.

- You're a dying breed.
- I'm not gonna sugarcoat it.

We've had our failures, certainly.

Here we are.

This is William's room.

Looks like he barely lived here.

I asked him if he wanted me to
take him shopping to personalize it a bit.

Put up some posters.
But he didn't want to.

He's probably moved around so much,
he's afraid of getting settled.

He keeps a lot bottled up inside.

Breaks your heart, really.

Who's this?

That's his sister Tasha.

Where is she?

There was some trouble
in her last foster family.

Tasha can be bit of a banshee.

So Children's Services decided
to move her into a group home.

How was William with that?

It's difficult.
It's the first time they've been separated.

He's basically supporting her.

Not food and basics,
but extra clothing, school books.

Even bought her a pager,
so he'd know where she was at all times.

- You didn't have room for her here?
- Yes, we do.

But we just can't cut through
all the bureaucracy.

You don't usually get involved
in cases like this, do you?

No, usually they don't call us
about cases like this.

We've never had any problems with him.
Nice, industrious, young man.

How does he get along
with the other children?

Very well.
Real sweet-natured with the little ones.

Gets them dressed in the morning.
Helps them with schoolwork.

There's always little things
that rub people the wrong way...

when you live in close proximity.

People playing their music too loud.
Things like that.

Is there any possibility that William
could've got himself in trouble?

Anything's possible,
but I wouldn't think so.

Is it possible that he hung out with
people that could've got him into trouble?

If this were a Scarsdale boy, would you
be asking these kinds of questions?

I'm not sure what you're getting at.

You're assuming whatever's happened
to him, he's brought it on himself.

I'm not assuming anything.
I'm just asking questions.

They're the same questions I would ask
in Scarsdale, Rochester, or Chinatown.

Right.

But in the end, you'll chalk this one up
to another gang hit, and that will be that.

Earlier you mentioned
that William had a brother.

What can you tell me about him?

Aaron. Now he's a whole different story.

I mean, he just got out of juvenile hall.
Gangs, drugs.

He's as different from William
as night is to day.

Has he been hanging around lately?

He's not supposed to be, but...

yeah, he was here a couple nights ago.

We're talking about money, Aaron.
I mean, $5,000.

Five G's. That's some serious cash, man.

- You're for real?
- Yeah.

What's going on in here?

Sorry, Mr. Rey.
We making too much noise?

How you doing, man?

What do you mean, how am I doing, man?
It's 11:30 at night.

Come out here, William.
I need to talk to you.

You know the rules of this house.
No guests after lights out.

Your brother's specifically not allowed
to have contact with you.

- I know, Mr. Rey. But we be just--
- No, he needs to go.

He needs to go now.
He is not to come back here. Understand?

Yes, sir.

You have a problem with me, son?

Because if you don't want
to deal with this, I will.

- It's okay. I'll talk to him.
- All right, then.

So I went back,
waited to see what would happen.

Fifteen minutes later,
I heard the door close.

William went to bed.

You think William might have
been angry that you banned his brother?

Maybe, but he knew the rules
when he moved in here.

I mean, children need boundaries.

If you ask me, I think he was relieved
that someone finally put his foot down.

All right.

So you ate your cheeseburger
and went home? Is that right?

Yep.

And you didn't give William a hard time?

You didn't give them a little of this
on your way out?

I told you, man.
We were just messing around.

Like when you jacked him
for his paycheck two weeks ago?

Come on, man.
I don't know a damn thing about that.

- Hello, fellas.
- Hey.

- Guess what?
- What?

Radio, our friend here,
says he doesn't know a damn thing.

No kidding.

You don't mind if I take
a DNA sample of your hair, do you?

You messing with my braid, man!

I got it.

- You ready to tell me the truth?
- I didn't kill him, man!

Then who did? Who did?

A car came by and picked him up.

Hurry up, little man. I like your hat.

You know Keith, right?

Whose car?

I don't know. But I saw
his brother Aaron riding shotgun.

- What make?
- Black Nissan Maxima.

- What else you want from me?
- Nothing.

Your government thanks you, Radio.

- What was that?
- A little improvisation.

It was stupid is what is was.

Don't get all Mr. Civil Liberties on me now.

Look, we go into situations like that
every single day.

We deserve to win once in a while.

Yeah, the operative word being "we."

I'm all for shaking people
to get some answers.

You wanna pull a stunt like that again,
tell me beforehand...

or else you and I are gonna have
a serious problem. All right?

Come on, if this was a white kid
you'd be leading with it at 5:00.

No, I'm coming to you first.

He's just a good kid, okay?
He's an honor student, he's....

I don't know what the angle is.
I don't know.

"The testament to the possibilities
of Social Services."

Something like that.

No, you gotta tell me now,
otherwise I'm gonna move on.

Okay. Thanks.

I just talked to a contact
who works gangs over at the 43rd.

He's offering to help us track down Aaron.

- Doesn't your brother work at the 43rd?
- Yeah.

- You talking to him?
- No.

Samantha and I are headed over to the
group home to speak to William's sister.

- See if she knows anything.
- Okay.

Growing up here, I don't even know
how these kids have a chance.

What's that,
your liberal conscience talking?

That's my heart talking. Where's yours?

Been broken too many times.

I'm sorry, she's in no condition
to talk to you now.

What's the problem?

I don't know
what Children's Services told you...

but Tasha is a child
with very serious emotional problems.

We've had to confine her to her room.

Miss Taft, it's very important
that we speak with Tasha.

Her brother's missing.

I'm afraid that's not possible.

She's in no shape
to talk to anyone right now.

Unfortunately, Miss Taft,
she doesn't have a choice.

No one's seen or heard
from her brother in over 36 hours.

We need to see her now.

She's been out of control all day.

Tasha? I'm gonna open the door now.

I want you to behave yourself.

Bitch! What did you do with my bag?

I know you stole it!
They steal everything in here!

Please, you are gonna have to leave.

- Liar! My brother got me that bag!
- Calm down.

She had contraband in her room.
We had to confiscate it.

- I'd like to see the bag.
- That's out of the question.

- Listen--
- You'll have to talk to the Director.

Liar! It's in your office!

The Director don't even come down here,
you stupid bitch!

All right, come here.

I was gonna turn that over to the police.

Yeah, I'm sure you were
just filling out the paperwork, right?

Hey, that's my brother's money. Lay off it.

- You feeling a little better?
- It's all right.

You think you might be ready
to talk to us now?

What for?
You gonna give me back my bag?

If you help us find William,
and that money really is his...

nobody has a right to it but him.

Of course it's his money.
He earned it at his job.

Okay, let's just forget
about the money for a minute.

Your brother's out there
and may be in trouble.

Right now you're the only person
that can help him.

Tasha, nobody here wants to hurt William.

We just need to speak to him
and make sure he's okay.

That's it? Just talk to him?

If he's okay, you'll let him go?

What's going on? Why did you page me?

Listen to me. I need you to take this.

- What is it?
- It's money. A lot of it.

It's yours now.

What about you?

Don't worry about me.
I'm going to be okay.

- Where are you going?
- Don't worry.

The less you know right now, the better.

You gotta trust me, okay?

Anybody ask about me, you don't know.

You haven't seen me,
you haven't heard from me.

Tasha, I love you, all right.
Always remember that.

Now go, get out of here.

And that's it?
He didn't tell you where he was going?

No.

- He didn't leave you a contact number?
- I told you, no. Can I go now?

What's up?

I just got off the phone
with Children's Services.

They said they found a bed for her
in a different home...

- at least for a couple of days.
- That's better than nothing.

Yeah.

You're looking for Aaron Hope?

What's he supposed to have done
this time?

We think he may have some information...

pertaining to
a Missing Persons investigation.

Any idea where we can find him?

Your guess is as good as mine.

They don't call me when they're released.
Just when they're about to go back in.

When was the last time
you spoke with him?

A couple of months ago.

His case was assigned to me
through the public defender.

Pretty twisted little ball of pathology,
that kid.

You know, petty theft,
street crimes mostly.

By the time I got him,
he's up to armed robbery.

The kid was damn lucky, too.
He could've gone away as an adult.

So what turned it around?

The fact that he had me, his age,
plus his co-defendant was even worse.

- Co-defendant?
- Keith Reid.

He's a real moron.

It was his gun they used in the robbery.

How do I track Mr. Reid?

Try the Army. Those were the terms
of his plea bargain.

Juvie until he turned 18,
then he had to enlist.

It's funny that you're down here
asking me this right now.

Why is that?

I haven't thought about Aaron
in a long time.

And then out of the blue
I get a call from little brother.

William called you?

Yeah. I got to know him a little
during Aaron's trial.

Used to come down to the courtroom,
sit there chewing his nails.

Then the other day, Friday...

he shows up in my office
saying he needs some legal advice.

- How you doing? It's good to see you.
- Good.

Yeah, come on. Sit down.

Seen your brother lately?

Yes, sir. He's out now.

I saw him the other night.

So, what's up?
You say you need some help.

Yeah, it's my sister.

I need to get her a lawyer.

- Why? What happened?
- Nothing she's done.

Children's Services,
they placed her in this group home.

It's a bad situation, Mr. Sgrignoli.

They've got her medicated all the time.
She's not going to school.

What's the caseworker say?

The caseworker's the one
that put her in there.

These people don't care about her, man.

That's why she's got
all these behavioral problems.

If I could get her out of there,
and get her over here with me...

where we're together....

- How old are you again?
- Sixteen.

But I'm working full-time.

Now, 16 years old, no family court's
gonna remand her to your care.

I'm not asking for that.

Just keep us together. That's all.

But we're talking about a heavy price.

I know what it costs, Mr. Sgrignoli,
and I'll get the money.

He said he was working full-time,
and money was not an issue.

This kid's working for minimum wage...

and he drags his ass all the way here
from the South Bronx.

You ever hear of pro bono?

I mean, I'm a criminal attorney.
I don't have any expertise in family law.

I told him I'd ask around.
He was supposed to call me on Monday.

I never heard from him,
I figured that was that.

It's got to be drug money.

If he's got $25,000 in his back pocket, why
is he working at Jim's Barbecue Burger?

Probably the brother's operation.

So why did he show up at 4:00 a.m.
and have Tasha stash it?

Somebody's onto them.

There were no major robberies
in the area that night.

The only thing on the police log
between midnight and 4:00 a.m. is...

a doughnut shop got hit
for a couple hundred bucks.

- Detective Ellis.
- Agent Johnson.

This is Agent Spade.

I didn't know they made them like this
at the Bureau.

Yeah, and I walk and talk, too.
And I'm anatomically correct.

Frank works the South Bronx
with my brother.

- He sends his regards.
- Yeah, I'm sure.

Alton never forgave Viv for going federal.

Anyway, thanks for coming.

Do you know anything about Aaron Hope?

Hope, yeah, sure.
I dealt with him a of couple times.

- It's penny-ante stuff mostly.
- He just got out of juvie.

How's this in your lap?

He's got a younger brother
who's gone missing...

and we think it might be drug-related.
So I called you.

Is this the kid?

Unfortunately, it's six years out of date.

No, I've never seen this one.

We think sometime between
midnight and 4:00 a.m., Monday...

they came into possession
of several thousand dollars.

- And it's tied in to the disappearance.
- I'll check the log.

But I don't recall hearing
about any major takedowns that night.

A doughnut shop was hit
at 3:30 that morning.

I'll check it out.

If these two knuckleheads
ripped somebody off...

this neighborhood, heavy hitters,
there's gonna be bodies piling up.

- Pvt. Keith Reid?
- Yes, sir.

Agent Fitzgerald, FBI.

I see your Army career's
off to a promising start.

It's all gravy.

They say they found contraband
in my suitcase, so....

I need to ask you a few questions.

Do you know a William Hope?

Yeah, I know
his older brother Aaron. Why?

He failed to return to his foster home
Sunday night.

And he was last seen at the corner
of Baltic Avenue and Mosholu Parkway...

climbing into a black Nissan
we believe is registered to you.

Yeah, I saw him.

Me and Aaron
were out kind of late celebrating.

Last night before basic training and all.

William paged us.
Said he was kind of jammed up.

- You offered to give him a lift home?
- That's right.

Yeah, what time did you drop him off?

I wouldn't know that, sir.

We picked him up about 11:45...

then we took him
straight to the bus station.

- Yeah? What time was that?
- About 12:30.

Then I caught the 1:00 a.m. bus out here.

- What'd you do with your car?
- Gave it to Aaron.

I ain't got no use for it in here.
He's taking care of it for me.

- Any idea how I can find Aaron?
- No, sir.

- You try the halfway house?
- Thanks.

Keep up the good work, soldier.

Yes, sir.

- Thank you for seeing me, Agent Malone.
- It's a pleasure, Mr. Rey.

Please sit. What can I do for you?

How are you doing
with the media coverage on this case?

Not very well.

Why is that?

I don't control the media.

How's the investigation going?

We're doing everything we can.

Don't handle me, sir, please.

Have enough respect for me
to tell me the truth.

Okay.

The truth is that William went
to his sister's house with $25,000 in cash.

How can you explain that?

I can't.

Normally at this point, we would turn over
the investigation to the local police.

- But you're not?
- No.

Why not?

Because William's not from Scarsdale.

And until we find out
what happened to him...

the case is still ours.

Excuse me.

It's Samantha. They found Keith Reid's car.

- Where?
- 181st Street.

No. It's bad.
There's blood all over the seat.

Came in about 45 minutes ago.

Yeah, okay, bye.

Sam, I found William's hat
under the front passenger seat.

Looks like your friend Radio
left out a few details.

Possibly.

We still don't know if the blood came
before or after William went to his sister's.

Sugar.

No, like confectioners' sugar.
Like the kind bakers use.

Didn't a doughnut shop
get knocked over that night?

Yeah.

Store was robbed
around 3:30 Monday morning.

Neighbor reported a single gunshot.

That's three hours after
they dropped Keith at the Greyhound...

and half an hour before William
stashed the money with baby sister.

- Danny inside?
- Yeah. Hello?

Night clerk identified two
African-American males, medium build...

- between the ages of 18 and 25.
- What was the take?

They told Officer Betancourt
$150 in the till.

Okay.

Now we just gotta figure out
where that $25,000 came from.

Just the same, it matches the timeline.

Those kids were here, Jack.

You know, you can't always call them
the right way.

Watch out, man! Get on the floor!

- Freeze it there.
- Sure.

He's wearing that hat
from the burger joint.

But not the pants or shirt.
Did they bring him a change of clothes?

See what your friends
from the city desk had to say?

At least we got his picture in the paper.

- It doesn't look good, that's all.
- You think Aaron killed him?

- It's one of the theories.
- What are the others?

William went to Tasha's house
sometime after 4:00 a.m.

We still haven't found Aaron, so--

William would never hurt
his own brother over money.

I shouldn't be having
this conversation with you.

- We're still putting the pieces together--
- He was trying so hard.

I just talked to him last week about
applying to colleges, Regents Exams.

- He was so worried.
- About what?

Work, family, school.

He was afraid he couldn't hold it together.

He was afraid he'd end up
just like his brother.

You cannot baby-sit these kids
24 hours a day.

At one point or another, they'll have to
make the right decision. I did.

I was a kid just like William at one point.
And I made the right decision.

Taylor, they're bringing Radio back in.

I will call you
as soon as I know something, okay?

Right, who is this? Hold on.

Mike, it's some reporter from FOX News.

He wants to know if we'll agree
to an interview.

- Tell him no comment.
- No comment.

Guess your friends in the media
finally think this is a story worth covering.

Look, Mr. and Mrs. Rey, I can't advise you
whether to talk to the media or not.

But I think I can tell you
it might be a good time to get a lawyer.

Jeffrey, go to your room.
Everything's all right.

I'll take him. Come on, sweet pea.

Is it really possible
that it's William's blood in the car?

We're still running the forensics analysis.

We won't have anything conclusive
for a few hours.

How are we gonna explain this to them?
William was a hero to these children.

Too early to talk about him
in the past tense.

We're not certain
that the worst has happened.

His blood is all over that car!

His brother roped him into some robbery.

If he's not dead, he's a fugitive.

You tell me, Agent, how is that
not the worst that could've happened?

I'm so sorry, Agent Johnson.

We're all just trying so hard
to make sense of all this.

It goes with the territory.

We worked so hard,
all of us, to help William.

But it's just so disheartening.

William came to you, didn't he?

He was scared
of how your husband would react.

He was in trouble,
and he knew he could talk to you.

He didn't come to me, Agent Johnson.
That's my point.

He didn't come to either one of us.

We so desperately wanted him to trust us,
to be a part of this family.

Sorry, Mrs. Rey. I didn't hear you knock.

I thought I'd come check on you,
see how you're doing.

- You seemed a little distracted at dinner.
- I'm okay.

Mike's worried about you, William.

He said Aaron's been here.
You've been spending time with him.

Why is he worrying you about that?
I mean, that's not your problem.

I believe it is our problem
as long as you're living under this roof.

Has he asked you for money?

How much?

He's my brother, and it's my money.
So what?

That's money that you earned.

It's money that you and your sister
depend on.

He's my brother, Mrs. Rey...

and it's none of your damn business.

So you were afraid of this all along.
That he'd lose his way?

The louder I talked, the louder
any of us talked, the less he heard.

So?

So isn't this what started
this whole chain of events?

The way I see it
is you messed with William.

He got scared. He called his older brother.

They got into trouble,
and, well, you're responsible.

Whatever they got into that night,
that's on them.

- You can't hold me on account of that.
- So what do you hear?

- It ain't my turf, but I heard a few things.
- What things?

The word is William and Aaron
been planning this for months.

Little brother was just waiting
for his opportunity.

Soon as Aaron got out of juvie,
they rip off a ton of money...

then catch a jet
to South America somewhere.

- Whose ton of money?
- Heavy hitters, that's all I know.

They the ones that was fronting
that doughnut shop.

- Are you sure?
- 24-hour pharmaceuticals, dog.

Crack, X, rock, all of that.
Cops didn't even know it was there.

But little brother knew.

You see how pleasant this whole process
can be when you give us what we want?

Since I served my country,
do I get a letter from the President?

Yeah, one more question and we'll see.

Suppose somebody gets shot out there.
They can't go to a hospital.

What do they do?

Besides die?

Where were you early Monday morning,
Mr. Mishra?

Or do you go by Dr. Mishra?
I just want to get the honorific right.

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- Let me help.

You had some visitors at your apartment
around 4:00, Monday morning.

Why are you looking at him?
Stop wasting our time!

We know what you do on the side
to make extra money.

Am I supposed to be intimidated?
I'm a U.S. citizen.

And you're subject to the same laws
like the rest of us.

You have any idea of the penalties...

for performing medical procedures
without a license?

I have a medical degree
from a university in Kenya.

That's great, but it doesn't exactly
cut it in this country, does it?

I got a call.

Some street kid said,
"There's been a shooting."

Hang in there.

Come on, boy.

The bullet had entered his lung.
He was seeping blood.

I told them I had no way of dealing
with injuries this severe.

If they didn't get their friend
to an emergency room at once...

there was no question he would die.

Wait a second, sir.
How many of them were there?

All together, three.

Keith said they dropped him
at Greyhound about 12:30.

Unless they picked up another friend
along the way, he lied to us.

And he was the third kid.

Looks like I'm taking
another trip to Fort Dix.

I just got a call from the morgue.
A kid matching William's description.

- Where did they find him?
- In a boat pond, 9:00 this morning.

Gunshot wounds.

Okay. Go ahead.

Yeah, that's my brother.

That's William? Okay.

I'm going to take her out.

Could you give me a second? Excuse me.

- This isn't William.
- How do you know?

Everyone we talked to said he used
to bite his fingernails down to the quick.

I don't know who the hell this is,
but this is not William Hope.

What do you mean it's not her brother?

You think she's so unstable
she doesn't know her own brother?

- I know she's lying.
- Why would she do that?

Because she's terrified. She thinks
she's protecting her big brother.

That's what she's doing.

From what?

That's what we're trying
to figure out, Polly.

Tasha, I need you to listen to me
very carefully. I know you're scared.

We know that your brother's not dead.

Who told you to go down there
and tell us the body was William's?

William's foster parents have confirmed
that the body is not his.

I got Nynex on the line.

She got a call on her pager
this morning at 8:30. Motel in Newark.

It's gotta be Aaron, right?

All right, look.
What kind of guarantees do I get?

You get nothing. We hold all the cards.

You hated him so much
you had to destroy him.

I love my brother.
All I ever wanted was the best for him.

You love him? That's why
you got him involved in a felony?

If you care about him so much,
tell us what happened.

Seriously, man.

It was never supposed to happen like that.

William paged me.
Said he was being hassled.

That'll be it.

Could I get him a ride home?
I was out with my friend Keith.

Who's that, man?

Hurry up, man.

- I like your hat, little man.
- You know, Keith, right?

Look, William just wanted
to be dropped home.

He had exams in the morning.

- But Keith was tripping.
- Whose idea was the robbery?

Just supposed to grab some doughnuts,
and a couple of dollars.

What are we doing here?
What's going on, Aaron?

You up for some adventure, little brother?

We gonna make a man
out of you tonight, baby!

Leave him out of this.
He ain't ready for this yet.

Open the glove box.

What's going on?
Aaron, put the gun back, man.

Yeah, baby. No doubt.

- Stay in the car.
- Ready for this.

- Do what I say.
- Let me borrow this hat, man.

The play was for me
to black out the security camera.

And Keith would take the cashier.

All right, let's go. Now!

The bag was just sitting there.
Under the counter, man.

We didn't ha ve time to think.
We grabbed it and ran.

It was real bad.

He had blood coming all out of his mouth.

We had no idea
they were dealing drugs out of there.

William was begging me to take him
to the hospital, but it was too late for that.

Why?

'Cause he'd hunt us down and kill us both.

Who would?

That dirty cop.

It was Ellis.

- Ellis is dirty?
- It was on the tape, man.

We didn't know
he was looking out for that place.

Must've been hanging out
in that back storage room or something.

Soon as that cop saw William's face...

- his life was over.
- No.

As soon as you picked your brother
up at work, his life was over.

I know this, man.

Believe me, I know this.

Whose idea was it
for William to assume Keith's identity?

Mine.

Keith had all his stuffin a duffle.

He had an electric razor in there.

Put on Keith's glasses.

After I dropped him off at Greyhound,
I drove around for a while.

And then just before sun-up...

I dumped Keith's body in that lake
near Van Cortland Park.

Figured it was about to freeze up.
Cops wouldn't find him till springtime.

It's Martin. Hello?

William's gone. Base Adjutant says
he released him to police custody.

- When?
-Twenty minutes ago.

Okay.

I just talked to Internal Affairs.
They've been after Ellis for years.

They had to let him go on a brutality
charge in March, on a technicality.

There's a shock.

I've been talking to the Captain
of the 43rd Precinct for the last half-hour.

Ellis has taken a personal day.
They can't find him anywhere.

Assuming he left Fort Dix at 5:30,
he's got a 55-minute ride into the city.

- Let's not forget the thruway traffic.
- Good point.

Could this guy execute William
on the New Jersey Turnpike...

make it look like he resisted arrest?

As long as he thinks William
will get him his $25,000 back...

- he'll keep him alive.
- But we've got the $25,000 in custody.

Ellis and William don't know that.

Tasha's.

That's Ellis' car.

It's clear. Let's go.

Ellis, freeze!

No!

Stay down.

We need an ambulance.

This one's gone.

- Stay down.
- Yeah.

You're gonna be all right.

- William, are you okay?
- I'm gonna be okay.

They just gotta check me out.

I don't know what Agent Spade said
to him, but my boss is getting clobbered.

They say Tasha can move in with the Reys.

- I'm glad it worked out.
- Thank you, Danny. For everything.

Do you have any plans for the holiday?

Nothing special.

'Cause I'm just thinking if you're solo,
I'm gonna be spending it with my family.

My sister's kids are kind of obnoxious,
but my mom's a great cook.

I know it's not much
in the way of repayment.

It sounds really great.

I gotta go.

Call me tomorrow, okay?