All language subtitles for MIJ106

("All The Things We Do " by Jasmine Ash playing)

♪ Would you come and walk along with me? ♪

DARLENE: Oh, come on, look at that.

Not a puckered seam anywhere.

I asked you to let down the hem, not shorten it.

Honey, I have let down cuffs on dungarees,

but I have never lengthened a skirt in my entire life.

Okay, well, I can't wear this

for court now, and that was the whole point.

Okay, well, maybe to the office.

(scoffs) Or to a party

with people from the office. Hmm.

Yeah, if I wear this out, I'll get busted for solicitation.

Come on, Marty, this is not about the skirt.

You're mad about Cyndi.

I am not. Put-off, then.

I am not mad or put-off, okay?

I'm just surprised she didn't ask me first.

Why should she have to ask you permission?

She's my friend, too. Well, she was my friend first.

Honey, listen, if you're embarrassed

by me or you don't want me there...

What? What?

I never said that.

Okay, look, these are my colleagues.

There has to be a separation of church and state.

This from someone

who lived in my house all through college,

but okay. (phone rings)

Hi.

Listen, settle an argument,

would you? See, right there,

look, that is my phone. Hi.

You invited my mother to your birthday party?

I talk to her every day at least once.

Listen...

Cyndi, I am trying to teach her boundaries, okay?

I'm not going. You're going.

Martina. What?

I have Nolan. It's urgent.

Oh, okay, uh, yeah, uh, I-I'm on my way.

NOLAN: Two Stark & Rowan clients,

Eric Jenkins and Tim Larkin, do you know them?

Yeah, nightclub owners. Quasar Club, right?

Yeah, that's right.

Yeah, their bouncers wouldn't let me in one night.

I can only imagine what you were wearing.

Imagine away. Go on.

Eric was arrested for murdering Tim last night.

Since you fought the ground wars in Trenton,

I thought you'd want to join in.

Well, morning arraignments can be a trip.

What's trippy about them?

MAN: Your Honor, this is a misunderstanding.

My client won that car in a poker...

It's like the cantina in Star Wars.

Oh, I was thinking my high school reunion.

MAN: Nolan!

That's our guy. Hey.

Eric, how are you holding up?

I can't believe Tim's dead.

It's horrible, but I didn't do it.

What they said, I didn't kill him.

How's Sarah? She's home with the kids.

She's barely keeping it together.

Donovan is in contact with Tim's wife.

What, if anything,

did the cops tell you about the murder?

They heard that Tim and I fought a lot

about how to run the business.

They think I killed Tim at his apartment

after we had this argument at the club.

What apartment? Tim wasn't living with Phebe anymore?

No, they're separated. I think Phebe kicked him out.

How did he die?

Someone beat him up,

pushed him down some stairs.

Okay, what were you and Tim fighting about?

Tim comped six bottles of Dom Perignon

at this table of investment bankers.

He was drunk, so the fight

got heated in front of the staff.

I calmed him down, I drove him home,

and then I took his car back to the club so he couldn't drive.

He was alive when I left.

Okay, look,

for the cops to pin this on you,

the timeline needs to work.

We'll get to that later.

But first things first, let's get you out of here.

This is an arraignment.

We're gonna enter a plea of not guilty,

and the judge will decide whether you get bail.

Am I gonna get it? You've been charged with murder.

And because you work at a cash business,

you're presumed a flight risk.

It's gonna be tough.

Let me work on that.

Must've been a full moon last night.

What's the best you got?

Oh,

Manson Eyes over there, next guy up.

Triple homicide. Really?

You know, we had way worse in Trenton. You worked Trenton?

Yeah, in the D.A.'s office. I went to school

with Charlie Winters. You know him?

Know him? I went to his baby's christening.

Unfortunately, he got his father's grill.

I got us moved up.

We're right after Mason Eyes.

NOLAN: Nice.

You'll shine in comparison.

With his aunt promising to keep a close eye on him

at her home in the Berkshires,

he poses no immediate danger.

And while he hasn't held a steady job,

once can certainly blame the economy for that.

Impressive, counselor, you said that with a straight face.

Bail is denied.

Defendant will remain in custody

pending his preliminary hearing.

Case number 80342,

State of New York v. Eric Jenkins,

murder in the second degree.

Nolan Adams and Martina Garretti for the defendant.

We'd like to waive the reading.

How do you plead?

Innocent, Your Honor.

And we'd request bail. Murder two, Your Honor.

So we oppose any bail.

We understand the defendant's family

owns a house on the Amalfi Coast.

He poses a definite flight risk.

Mr. Jenkins is a married man.

He owns several businesses,

and he has no criminal record, Your Honor.

Bail is set at $500,000

on the condition Mr. Jenkins

turns over his passport.

His preliminary hearing

will be in 72 hours.

That's, uh, this Friday at 10:00 a.m.

Thank you, Your Honor.

What's that mean?

A prelim is when the courts decide

whether the cops had probable cause to arrest you.

If the D.A. proves probable cause,

then a trial date is set.

Yeah, but unlike these other guys,

you don't have to wait behind bars.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

What is Van Pelt laughing at?

He thinks it's gonna be easy.

We'll see who's smiling in the end.

I don't ever want to cross you, do I?

You really don't.

♪ Finally

♪ Racing through the crowd now

♪ Step aside and shine like starlight ♪

♪ Turn the key

♪ No one's gonna break me

♪ There's so much more to see

♪ Gonna try to take this town.

Made in Jersey 1x06 "Ancient History"

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If you remember anything else, you give me a call, all right?

You got my number.

There she is.

Thanks, man.

Will do. Later.

Morning.

Morning. I reviewed the police report,

and I talked to every tenant who answered their door.

Here's what I got so far.

Okay.

Tim's body was discovered by the housekeeper

yesterday at 7:00 a.m.,

and the M.E. puts his time of death

between 3:00 and 5:00 a.m.

Okay, Eric said he drove Tim home 'cause he'd been drinking.

Yeah, they arrived here at around 2:45 a.m.,

and according to the doorman,

the only person coming or going through the front doors

between 3:00 and 5:00 a.m. was Eric

when left a little after 4:00 in Tim's car.

Oh, that sucks for us.

It gets worse. Police found

trace amounts of Tim's blood on the steering wheel.

Okay, any witnesses around at that time?

In the building, cops talked to a dog walker

who didn't see anything,

and there's a nurse who works nights.

They still haven't reached her, as far as I know.

Add up the scorecard.

Between the argument at the club,

Eric coming here afterwards, time of death and the blood,

police have motive, opportunity and physical evidence.

So we're holding the fuzzy end of a lollipop. For now.

Come on.

Someone used this keypad to enter the building

at 4:25 a.m.

That seems relevant.

Yeah, cops think Eric walked out the front door,

came here, entered the building's entry code

to create the illusion an intruder slipped in.

Any prints?

Yeah, everyone who lives in the building.

It means nothing.

Plus no security cameras anywhere

pointed at this door to help us out.

Okay, glass half full, Riv.

No visual proof of Eric entering the building

goes towards reasonable doubt.

8:00 Thursday night at Lucky Willy's.

And remember, no presents.

It's okay if you can't.

It's last minute, so...

Great.

Okay, bye.

Thank you, and Nolan wants you in the meeting with Donovan

about Eric Jenkins. Okay.

You singing "Like a Virgin"

for your birthday?

I heard last year you did

a forgettable cover of "Like a Virgin."

No, my singing days are over.

Or until I start doing shots.

I must have missed the e-vite.

I always delete them. Oh.

I'm sorry, I...

You just haven't come the past two years.

Well, I didn't know you as well then.

And I was hung up on socializing with...

In case things get uncomfortable,

since I'm technically your boss.

Right.

But I've gotten over that.

And besides, I-I... I really like you.

So, would you like to come this year?

Let me see what I have going on Thursday.

Oh, um, dinner with Steve Salisbury.

Bummer.

Move it.

Lucky Willy's, 8:00.

Yes, great.

See you there. Okay.

♪ Good morning to the sunshine

♪ Good morning to the...

I didn't see Mr. Jenkins come to the club.

Eric says that he left Tim's apartment

a little after 4:00 a.m.

That would put him here around 4:30.

I'm usually cleaning upstairs then.

If he came in, I wouldn't have seen.

I'm sorry.

Uh, what was your name?

Hank. Hi, Hank.

Was anyone else working then?

Just me.

Who's the teary one?

Heather.

She seems pretty broken up.

I just clean. MARTINA: Who did the hiring, Hank?

Was it Tim or Eric? Eric hired bouncers and bartenders.

Tim hired the waitresses.

And can I ask which waitresses got the VIP room?

RIV: I used to be a cop, Heather.

You know what the toughest part of the job was?

What?

Talking to loved ones.

MARTINA: Mind if I ask how long

you and Tim were together?

(chuckles) Tim was my boss.

The firm we work for represents Eric Jenkins.

He told us about you and Tim.

You're lying. Am I lying

because Eric didn't tell us or because Eric didn't know?

He didn't know.

Tim had a wife; did she know?

Maybe.

I think so.

Why do you say that?

'Cause a week ago, I go to get

in my car, and the word "slut" is keyed on the side.

But it wasn't like that, all right?

We saw each other all the time.

I mean, he had been spending half his time at my place.

I saw that you worked the night that Tim died.

Did you talk to Tim or anyone else after you left work?

Are you asking me if... if I have an alibi?

I am.

I was at a meeting.

Can you tell us who else was there?

I can give you the name of my sponsor.

He was there.

Sorry.

Than for your time.

Next?

We pay a visit to the estranged widow.

There's one you don't hear every day.

Now, you don't think Eric would do this?

No, Tim and Eric were so close.

Yes, they had their power struggles at the club,

but they always worked it out.

How is he?

He's been better.

I feel bad for him.

Phebe, I'm sorry to bring up

what must be a difficult subject for you,

but you were aware your husband

was having a relationship with a waitress

at the club? Heather.

Yeah.

If you see Heather again,

let her know she wasn't Tim's first fling.

But she was his last.

The police talked to me.

They know that when Tim was killed

I was in Rhode Island visiting my sister.

Airport security footage can verify that.

Look... we just want to put on the best defense for Eric.

That means knowing all the facts.

The fact is,

I planned to divorce Tim,

but I needed to learn more about my husband.

Learn more?

I managed our money.

Which wasn't easy, given how Tim liked to party.

He was buying things

that weren't reflected in our accounts.

I think he had more cash than he was telling me.

That would be important in a divorce proceeding.

Curran was the one who found out about Heather

and the gifts he was buying her.

Curran was...? RIV: Her P.I.

PHEBE: Yes.

Curran Papke.

You know him.

Yeah.

We go back.

The police think that Eric and Tim were fighting

in Tim's apartment, and then Eric pushed Tim

down the stairs, which broke his neck.

That's not true.

Look, Tim was the best man at our wedding, and I was his.

Sure, sometimes we'd fight

about how to run a business, but I would never hurt him.

What about Tim's blood on the steering wheel? ERIC: I don't know.

Tim did break a bottle at the club

last week, and he cut his hand.

There are witnesses.

Martina also found out that Phebe

hired a private investigator to follow Tim.

She believed that he was hiding some other revenue stream.

Not to mention a girlfriend.

I have no idea what that's about.

Can I say something?

We have a four-year-old girl

and a six-year-old boy who need their father.

And I need my husband.

Please... he's innocent.

Can you just make all of this go away?

I'm sorry... Excuse us.

Of course.

To prevail at

the preliminary hearing, we're gonna have to prove

that the police had no probable cause to arrest Eric.

Prevailing at the prelim is a long shot.

Find a way.

Nice ride.

Curran Papke. How's it going, brother?

Riv. Been too long.

RIV: For one of us, anyway.

Still upset about me getting that IBC job over you?

Torch my reputation anytime, man.

It's all part of the game. You torched it.

All I did was find a copy of a confidential police file.

Forgotten.

Ancient history.

What do we got here?

Worker's comp claim.

Guy says he can't lift a crate, but...

Sit eight hours in a car

eating chips and peeing in a plastic bottle,

and something like that makes it all worth it, huh?

Yeah.

How'd you find me?

Tracked your GPS.

I disabled it.

I followed you from your office, man.

You got a drone up there?

Hey, you got to keep up with the times.

Yeah? You use it to investigate Tim Larkin?

Why you asking me that?

Tim's business partner, Eric,

has been charged with his murder.

Stark & Rowan reps Eric.

Riv, you know as well as anybody

that sometimes we have to get creative in how we do our job.

I'm not exposing myself to a criminal or civil

invasion of privacy action by answering your question.

You just did, by not answering it,

and no one's talking about suing you.

Yeah. Not yet, anyway.

What did you find out about Tim?

He was banging some hottie named Heather.

Oh...

look at the toys... parabolic mics,

fiber-optic cameras.

You know, I wouldn't park this on the street if I were you.

What else? He was making more money

than he was reporting to the IRS,

which ultimately is all my client, his wife, cared about.

Where was he getting it? I don't know.

My investigation was cut short.

I want to see your surveillance footage on Tim Larkin.

You're not my client. Phebe Larkin is.

I'll get her to get it from you.

Go ahead. You still won't get it.

Fine, Stark & Rowan will subpoena you.

Refuse that, and they will sue your ass.

That's what it always comes down to.

Well, fine. Sue me.

You're going to have to wait in line

behind that blood-sucking

queen of torment who's my ex-wife.

See you in court.

Hey.

Hey, hey.

(sighs heavily)

All the surveillance footage from my cases

are in one computer file.

So? So, it's all mixed up:

nanny cams, the drone cams...

It's gonna take hours for me to go through.

Oh, I got time.

This is the night Tim died.

Okay, and this was shot with a toy helicopter?

Seriously? Yup.

No more dancing around at home in my underwear.

Let it go.

Oh, geez.

That's the last image of Tim.

Who's that?

Ah, some other case

Papke's working on.

NOLAN: Okay.

Now, this makes it look like our client killed his partner.

I'm glad I don't work for the D.A.'s office anymore.

Otherwise, I'd have to turn this over to the other side.

You still may.

'Cause the other side's here.

Oh, great.

We have a court order

to get the drone footage from Curran Papke.

Really? What, it takes, uh, two of you to do this?

If we don't get it from you, we'll get it from him.

Then why don't you?

'Cause we're not compelled to turn over our discovery.

Well, we hoped you'd turn it over as a matter of courtesy.

I heard you have it.

I'd like to save myself a drive to the Bronx.

DONOVAN: Make him a copy.

Bringing the muscle today.

Hello, Donovan. David.

DONOVAN: There may come a time

when we want something from the prosecution.

You see?

That's why his name's above the door.

So, in the spirit of sharing, how did you

hear about the surveillance footage?

MARTINA: 'Cause DAs are required

to hand over all of their discovery.

Papke brought a police detective friend of his

up to speed who was working on another case.

That detective then informed my office.

What is this police detective's name?

Ron Denault.

Pleasure doing business.

Nice to see you again, Donovan.

You, too, David. Thanks for the house call.

Okay, that surveillance footage

not only gives them probable cause, but...

you know, it might be enough to convict Eric.

Then we'll have to find a way to keep it out.

DONOVAN: What's a private investigator

doing conferring with a police officer?

They've been known to swap tips.

Maybe the police know something about this case that we don't.

DONOVAN: Let's find out. Talk to Detective Denault.

Find out what he and Papke have in common.

Will do.

And I'm gonna talk to Eric,

see if he has any more surprises for us.

All right, keep on it.

Riley invited herself to my party.

Walk with me.

She could use some fun.

You know, maybe it'll loosen her up a bit.

Jim will be there.

Uh-oh.

Wait, have they spoken since they broke up?

My God, they only dated two or three times... ish.

There was really nothing to break up.

Except she really liked him.

Riley always says that guys find her cold, right?

Well, look, some men are into icy women.

She sure was into him.

You are not helping me. Sorry, okay?

Not what you wanted to hear, but...

He really likes me.

I really like him.

So what can we do? All right.

Jim has to catch a red-eye to London tomorrow,

so he can only stay at the party until 9:30.

I was thinking maybe you and Riley would come after...?

Okay, so I'll keep Riley working till then.

We got a lot of work to do on the Jenkins case anyway.

And that's all you're getting for your birthday.

Okay? Thank you.

ERIC: A drone?

Yeah. It was pointed at Tim's apartment window.

Is that legal? We'll find out tomorrow.

I'm going to argue that it's a violation

of your Fourth Amendment rights.

But you have got to be more forthcoming with us.

I told you we got into it from time to time.

Yeah, but what you didn't tell me

was that it got physical the night he died.

We just pushed each other around a little bit.

Tim was my friend. We were like brothers.

And sometimes it got physical, but it didn't mean anything.

Believe me, my wife and I want to know

who killed Tim.

Okay? This isn't just about me.

And why aren't the cops focusing on whoever it was

that came in the back door of Tim's building?

Because they think that person is you.

They're wrong.

Nolan, I know this doesn't look good.

But I'm innocent.

I swear.

A drone?

You got to be kidding me.

Detective Denault.

For about two more minutes, then I'm off duty.

MARTINA: Hi.

We work for Stark & Rowan. Oh, good.

Just how I like to end my day: talking to lawyers.

Come on. Do I look like a lawyer?

You definitely do not.

You got about 90 seconds.

Well, I am a lawyer. And ADA Van Pelt told us about

your conversation with Curran Papke, Detective.

Mind if we ask you how you know him?

I met him about ten years ago

when I spoke at a private investigator seminar.

"The Truth and Lies About Hacking and Monitoring""

You work in cyber crimes.

Why were you and Papke even talking about Tim Larkin?

Did it involve an investigation?

MARTINA: I can subpoena you.

Then you'll have a whole bunch of quality time

with me and my colleagues.

I met Papke for lunch about three weeks ago.

When he told me he was investigating

Tim Larkin's marital and financial infidelities,

I mentioned that Larkin was connected to a suspect

named Carter Gershan.

He specializes in e-commerce scams

against large corporations.

Okay, how was Tim connected?

He was suspected of being an arrow.

These guys who recruit people to open

fake bank accounts to funnel stolen money.

Arrows move large amounts of cash.

Do you and Papke always help each other out on your cases?

What do you think?

I hope you told Homicide about Tim Larkin's hobby.

Of course I did.

But it's cyber crime, guys.

There aren't turf wars

and rivers of blood running through the streets.

You know, when I worked Major Crimes

and someone was killed, you looked at the criminals.

This opens up a whole new can of possible suspects,

with Carter Gershan right at the top of the list.

Your Honor, it's well-established

that the Fourth Amendment protects citizens

from unreasonable police surveillance,

not private citizen surveillance.

And in this case, it is one and the same, Your Honor.

Well, I would love for the defense to expound.

Yes, you're going to have to do better than that, counselor.

Well, I'd be happy to, if people would let me finish.

And by people, I don't mean you, Your Honor.

When Detective Denault tipped Papke

to Tim Larkin's connection with a suspected cyber criminal,

they essentially started working together.

That means, Your Honor,

that Papke became an agent of the police.

Therefore, for the footage to be admissible,

the police would need a warrant.

Since there was none,

the surveillance footage should be inadmissible.

This is outrageous.

You asked me to expound.

For Papke to be a police agent, Detective Denault

would have had to have sent him to record Tim Larkin,

which he didn't.

NOLAN: What's more, there is no question

that Papke violated Tim Larkin's right of privacy

by peeking into his seventh-floor apartment window

with a drone, Your Honor.

You make an interesting argument, Mr. Adams, but I find

that Curran Papke was not acting as a police agent

when he took the footage.

Therefore, the Fourth Amendment does not apply.

The footage is admissible.

Yes, Your Honor.

What happened?

The footage is coming in

at the preliminary hearing and at trial.

I don't think the judge likes me.

RIV: There he is.

The one standing.

That's Carter Gershan? Yup.

King to C1.

I would kill to multitask like that.

I can't even text and walk. C takes rook on D4.

RIV: Carter Gershan? Bishop to E3.

We want to ask you about Tim Larkin.

Don't remember the name.

You play five speed-chess games at once.

I think you can remember the name of an associate.

Maybe I care more about chess.

Queen to D2.

Are you sure?

'Cause, uh, you just exposed your bishop right there.

Bishop takes bishop.

RIV: Looks like we broke your concentration.

Now, speaking hypothetically, if, uh, Tim Larkin was involved

in one of your big-time e-commerce scams,

you might have wanted him dead

if he pissed you off for some reason, right?

Really? You got to do this here?

Hey!

We're not cops.

I'm a lawyer for Eric Jenkins,

who's accused of murdering one of your arrows.

What's that got to do with me?

Oh, let's see.

My client has no criminal record

and ran an honest business with the victim.

He's accused of murder. You served time

for tax fraud and used the victim as a bagman.

And you're playing chess in the park.

Yeah, there's something karmically out of whack here.

Hypothetically, if I were involved in such an enterprise,

I could make millions with a keystroke.

No loss of money and no hurt pride would be worth

killing someone over.

Maybe someone above your pay grade wants

to send a message.

Did the police recover any money from Tim's apartment?

No.

Then, hypothetically, it disappeared.

Disappeared?

Tim was a good guy. He wouldn't steal from me.

But it's possible someone stole from him.

Someone stole your money from Tim?

Yeah. Look for the thief, man.

And maybe next time... a little more discreet.

(sardonic chuckle)

You're gonna need a lawyer soon.

I have a card.

(chuckles)

Did he... he just flip us the bird?

No, I think that one's just for you.

I think... I think it was for you.

Okay, so the killer walked through the back door

of Tim's apartment building at 4:25 in the morning.

The police canvassed the building but got no leads,

which is why they think it was Eric.

Right. What time did they canvass?

Around 8:00 a.m.

Okay, so whoever was awake at 4:25

might not have been awake then.

In my experience, crimes committed at night

are usually solved at night.

You know, if you were more like Papke,

you'd have some lipstick cam

that could surveil the entrance all night.

Cameras can't ask questions, Martina.

Are we going on a stakeout? (chuckles)

I don't know if I'd call it a stakeout, but...

Can I?

I guess, yeah.

Okay, okay, I got to stop by my office.

(resignedly): I'll be downstairs.

Hey!

Oh, no. I forgot.

Cyndi.

That's right, honey-- Cyndi.

Now, are you ready?

You don't really look

like you're dressed appropriately. (chuckles)

(sighs)

Don't tell me. You have to work late?

I'm going on a stakeout.

A stake...?

Okay, that sounds dangerous.

Is Riv going?

Riv will be with me.

Okay.

I feel bad for Cyndi, but I'll tell her. I'll explain.

Ma, this is important.

I'm not exaggerating when I tell you

that a man's life hangs in the balance, okay?

Cyndi will understand us not being at her birthday party.

Ma, you know how I, uh, always tell you

not to get involved in my business?

Yeah.

Well, tonight, I'm asking for the opposite.

Excuse me. I don't think we've met.

I'm Darlene Garretti, Martina's mom.

Riley Prescott. Nice to meet you.

Good to meet you. Her office is right over there.

Oh, I know, I know.

We were planning on going to Cyndi's party,

but now she can't make it.

Oh! My first year, I missed a lot of parties.

But I'm gonna go for about a half hour or so,

and come back to work.

I-I got to tell you I just love that outfit.

Oh, thank you.

I mean, there's not a lot of young professional women

who can pull off smart and sexy.

You must have men falling all over you, Riley.

(chuckles)

You dating anyone now?

Not at the moment.

You see, I cannot figure out

how you girls find any time for anything outside of work.

Exactly.

You don't want to be a lawyer

in a long skirt 24 hours a day, right?

I guess not.

But who am I gonna date, a male nurse?

Well, if he doesn't have a problem being a male nurse,

why should you?

I was joking.

I wasn't.

(chuckles)

Well, I'm gonna get going, so...

Okay. Don't stop because of me.

You're in my office.

Of course.

Let's... let's leave together.

International law, that-that's your specialty?

Yes, but I practice every kind of law here.

Oh. You know, let me ask you something.

Have you ever been to France?

Been? Yes. I lived there.

Not me. Oh, no. My husband holds a grudge.

Still calls them "freedom fries."

(both chuckle)

Oh...

I'm gonna get going to that party.

Okay, okay, I'm just gonna come out and say this.

Riley, Cyndi is dating Jim.

And she's hoping that you will come to the party

after he leaves, around 9:30.

Cyndi Vega is dating... Jim Sweeney?

As in... Your ex.

How do you know all this?

It doesn't matter. Look, honey, what's important

is that we let Cyndi have her night.

How long has this been going on? Jim and...?

I don't know. I don't know. But Cyndi is...

Is shaped like an hourglass and very sweet.

So, you want to go to this party later?

Hell, no.

I don't blame you.

Here's the thing-- you know,

I didn't come into this city

looking like this to not be seen.

So, come on.

I'll buy you a drink.

You can tell me all about France.

Come on.

Come on!

(indistinct chatter)

Nothing.

I always thought it'd be cool to be a cop.

You know, the adrenaline, the good fight.

My cop uncles seem happy.

Well, at least the ones that don't drink too much.

(sighs)

Why'd you end up leaving the force?

I wanted to get into the private sector.

By choice?

A man of mystery, huh?

Makes me seem more interesting than I really am.

Somehow, I don't believe that.

Okay, take me, my life's an open book.

You can ask me anything.

Anything?

Yeah.

Sure. Who's that?

One of our possible witnesses?

I'll bet it's our nurse.

Yeah.

Excuse me.

Hi. I'm Martina Garretti.

Hello.

I'm sorry to bother you.

I'm a lawyer for Eric Jenkins.

He's been charged with killing Tim Larkin

a few nights ago in this building.

I'm sorry. I need to relieve my nanny.

Oh, you have kids?

Yeah, three.

Look, I understand, okay?

Single mom, no time to chitchat.

How do you manage with three?

Blood, sweat and tears, mostly tears.

Yeah, my mom raised four, mostly blood.

(chuckles) Okay, I got a minute.

Thank you.

Did you see anyone enter through the back door at 4:25

the night of the murder?

Yes.

Who? Me.

You?

Why'd you go through the back door?

To avoid the other doorman.

He's always hitting on me when I work this shift.

And did you let anyone else in behind you?

No.

Okay. Uh, thank you.

Okay. Well, nice meeting you.

Good night.

Sothe ki, er didn't go through the front door

or the back door.

How'd he get in the building? Where you going?

I'm looking into my little bag of gadgets.

Psst! What are we doing?

You just said the killer didn't come

or go through a door, right?

How about a window?

There we go.

There's a common hallway inside.

You can get to Tim's apartment

through the stairs or the elevator.

The killer would have risked being seen

by whoever was on the other side of that window.

If there was someone on the other side.

Hold this.

(scoffs) You are a man of mystery.

What is it?

Our last hope.

Hi. Sorry to disturb you, man, but...

we think that this workroom may have been broken into.

Really? I don't think I'm missing anything.

You may want to look again.

You, uh... do you mind

if my friend here just comes in,

dusts for some fingerprints?

Sure, go ahead.

He won't be long.

Happy birthday.

Thank you.

I'm sorry

you didn't make it last night.

I got waylaid.

Riley, I only started dating Jim

after you broke up with him.

It was a mutual thing.

We ran... or talked each other into the ground.

He was a nice and funny guy, but I think

I'm done with attorneys for a while.

Hmm, and I'm just starting with them.

You could have told me-- I don't think there's a rule

about our exes being off limits to one another.

(laughs) I would pay a lot of money

to see you on a date with just one of my exes.

You are going to be late for your 10:00 depo,

and Stuart Ecklund's office

just called to confirm your 2:30 meeting.

Thank you.

Mr. Papke, do you recognize this footage?

Yeah, I took it with a drone camera

outside of Tim Larkin's window.

And you remotely operate this drone from a block away,

out of the view of the apartment, right?

That's the idea-- this drone has a range

of about a quarter mile.

When was this footage taken?

This past Monday at... 3:12 in the morning.

VAN PELT: Let the record reflect that is

the morning that Tim Larkin was killed.

And what's this last image time-stamped 3:56 a.m.?

PAPKE: That was my next case

that night.

I was hired by the singer's husband,

I followed her home from her gig,

and I'm sorry, all the footage

from my cameras is downloaded onto one file.

VAN PELT: It's okay. Your Honor?

I enter this footage as People's Exhibit A.

So entered.

No further questions.

Mr. Papke,

how long have you been

investigating Tim Larkin?

About four weeks.

Okay, and during that time,

you learned about the new apartment he'd rented

and the girlfriend he had on the side?

Yes, I did. Earlier,

you testified that Detective Denault told you

that Tim Larkin was suspected of being

a bagman for Carter Gershan.

Correct? Yeah.

Okay, as a bagman,

would Mr. Larkin potentially have a lot of money

around the house?

How would I know?

Have you ever been inside Tim Larkin's apartment?

No. Okay, his apartment building?

Nope. Okay.

On the night of the murder, when you, uh, shot this footage,

did you notice Tim's car parked in front of the building?

Yeah, I think it... I think it was.

MARTINA: Okay, and after you shot this and left,

did you go back to Tim Larkin's apartment after your other

investigation with the singer, sometime before 5:00 a.m.?

Hold on for a second-- I thought I was here

to authenticate the footage. Isn't a fact that you did go back,

and at that point, you saw that Tim's car was gone?

What? No!

Objection, Your Honor. I never came back.

Asked and answered. Sustained.

Let's take another look at this footage.

(quietly): Yeah.

There's a blip.

But...

if we go back frame...

...by frame.

Oops, too far.

We actually see what it is.

What is that, Mr. Papke?

I don't know... it's a supply room or a work area.

I don't know what... so what?

Mr. Adams is gonna show you a photo

of the workroom inside Tim Larkin's apartment building,

which is on the first floor.

You testified that

you've never been inside Tim Larkin's apartment building.

So how do you explain police lifting

your fingerprints

from inside this workroom?

I don't know.

At a little before 5:00 a.m.

on the night Tim Larkin was killed,

you saw the light on in this room, didn't you?

I said I wasn't there.

But to be sure that no one was in it,

you drilled a small hole in the windowsill

and placed a fiber-optic camera inside, right?

That's the image we see on the monitor right now,

isn't it, Mr. Papke?

Objection, Your Honor. Mr. Papke has

not been charged with anything.

A little leeway, Your Honor,

and I will establish that he should be.

Overruled.

I want to hear where this is going.

You knew Tim was spending half his time

at his girlfriend's place, so on the night of the crime,

you went back to Tim's apartment

after your other investigation involving the singer.

You saw Tim's car was gone, and,

well, you figured he was out, right?

What's happening here?

Can she do this?

You broke into the workroom.

You went through the common hallway

and up the stairs to Tim Larkin's apartment

to look for the hidden cash.

Only you were surprised to see

that Tim Larkin was actually home.

Did a fight ensue between you and Tim Larkin

at the top of the stairs?

I can take the Fifth, right?

You can.

MARTINA: Then I will change the subject, Mr. Papke.

A day after Tim Larkin's death, did you pay

sixth months back child support

in cash to your ex-wife?

You used the money you stole from Tim Larkin's apartment,

didn't you?

I assert my Fifth Amendment right

to not incriminate myself.

At this time, Your Honor,

I move to dismiss the charges against Eric Jenkins.

No objection, Your Honor.

I'm ordering the court officer to hold

Mr. Papke for questioning

in the murder of Timothy Larkin.

JUDGE: Your motion is granted.

(gavel bangs)

Thank you.

I know it doesn't bring Tim back, but...

No, but you brought justice to both me and him.

Thank you. Go home and enjoy your family.

(quiet laugh)

Look who's smiling now.

They are.

♪ Oh, love, we can stand, we can stand, we can stand ♪

♪ We can stand

♪ As long as we stand in the thick of it ♪

♪ As long as we stand in the thick of it ♪

♪ As long as we stand in the thick of it ♪

♪ As long

♪ Oh, love, we can cry, we can cry, we can cry ♪

♪ We can cry

(phone chimes)

♪ Yes, love, we can cry, we can cry, we can cry ♪

♪ We can cry

♪ As long as we cry in the think of it ♪

♪ As long as we cry in the thick of it ♪

♪ As long as we cry in the thick of it... ♪

Somebody gave away my secret fishing hole.

Scotch just tastes better in a place like this.

(laughs) Salud.

My tab, my toast.

Now, I appreciate what everyone did to make the day possible,

but this case was won in the field.

I don't say it often enough, Riv, but...

we wouldn't make rent without you.

Now... I don't know about that.

(quiet laugh)

Thanks for my second chance.

Salud. Salud, boss.

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