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It's next week,
Thursday.

Yeah, well you know,
parole boards tricky.

You know. They're under pressure.
They got something to prove.

They're gonna want
to bring the hammer down.

I know.

Or catch them first thing in the morning,
full stomach,

they could decide Brian's debt
to society is paid.

I know that he would like
you to be there detective.

All right.
I'll tell you what.

I'm gonna go but that's
all I'm promising. All Right?

- Yeah.
- Okay, I'm gonna go.

8,318 days.

But who's counting?

8,318 days till what?

Oh, her son
is up for parole next week,

and she wants me to write
a letter supporting his release.

Apparently he's straightened
himself out.

This is a case of yours?

Yeah.

Stupid.
Was high as a kite,

went into a bar,
picked up a girl,

brought her home, killed her.

Says he blacked out.

It's gonna be a sad day
when they all figure out

that the whole blackout thing
makes us more suspicious,

not less, right?
Hmm.

Anyway, he is
where he's supposed to be.

Yeah, I'm just gonna go up
there and talk to him, you know?

- Mm-hmm.

Well, he, uh...

He didn't get 8,000 days.
He got life.

And life means life.

Where's Calderon?

I don't know.
Somewhere around here, why?

You tell him to come find me?

Why, do you have a case?

What?
No, um, trust me,

this is way more up his alley
than yours, okay?

What is that supposed
to mean?

I don't know where he is.
Maybe he left.

Maybe what else
are you gonna do?

Oh, okay, you want it so bad,

you got it.

The five-year-old boy
yesterday, Ben Martin.

What?
Not... not a kid.

The kid who had the seizure
at the fancy preschool?

Yeah, there's a possibility
that there's a brain injury

that's not related
to an aneurysm or seizure.

And until they rule
there wasn't,

you're gonna treat it
like there was.

Oh, there he is!

I had a case for you,

but, uh, Jane took it.

Why would you do that?

Boy, are you gonna laugh
when you find out

how lucky you just were.

Do you know
who's watching your kids?

The unexpected death
of a five-year-old student

at one of Manhattan's
premier nursery schools

has parents asking...
is preschool safe?

The kids don't seem to have
registered what happened,

but there's been some concern

expressed by a few
of the parents.

And so we always
let the caregivers stay

if they're worried
about anything, so...

Was Ben Martin a clumsy kid?

Did he fall a lot or...

No, not at all.

I mean, our students
are always under careful watch.

And in fact,
lately Ben had been exerting

more control over his body.

- Uh-huh.

As opposed to what?

Well, we'd been having
some problems with him.

He had attention issues,

impulse control,

temper tantrums.

And what changed?

I'm not sure.

I mean,
we pressed really hard

to get him screened
for A.D.H.D.,

but his parents
were resistant.

Maybe they changed
their minds,

but they aren't
great communicators.

Well, did he fight a lot?

Did he throw toys
or punches or what?

We don't tolerate
that kind of behavior

at forward steps.

Yeah, but it
does happen, right?

I mean, listen, they're kids.

It's more fun to throw a book

instead of reading it.

But this is not
that type of environment

because we don't encourage
that kind of behavior.

Right, so nothing
ever happens here,

it's a cone of perfection,
we get it.

Can you just show us
the crime scene, please?

Sure, it's right over here.

Thank you.

So this is where we found him.

Mm-hmm.

And this is our only bathroom,

and the EMTs didn't tell us

that we couldn't let
the other children use it.

Could Ben have slipped maybe?

You know, like,
he hit his head?

No, no.

We always make sure
that these floors are dry.

Always.

They're saying he fell?

No, they're saying he didn't.

They're saying no one
has ever fallen at that school

in the history of the world.

Can't this be, like, a seizure?

You know, something
that's undiagnosed?

There's no evidence
of a seizure or any other

spontaneous injury.

How about a toy?

A toy getting thrown,
hitting him in a soft spot.

That's a thing, right?

How old are you when that goes
away, the soft spot?

- Like, two years old.
- Fine.

It wasn't a toy.

Ben Martin's brain injury?
Come here.

- Go ahead.
- Let me show you.

Was a coup contrecoup injury.

Feels like boom... boom, huh?
Right.

I still don't get it.

But it's more like this.
Come here.

A crushing blow.

Hmm?
Accounting for...

The black eyes,
the accumulation of blood

in the forehead.

This boy died
of a blunt force trauma, okay?

I'm sorry,
but that's the way it is.

Have you told his parents yet
that this was no accident?

That's not my job, hon.
It's yours.

Are you saying that someone...

Yes, sir, I'm saying
that someone killed your child.

I'm very sorry.

Someone... someone...

How...

Uh, was it at that school?

We're looking into that.

Are you saying
that it's possible...

Do you think it's one
of the... one of the k...

One of the kids
would have done this?

I don't believe
that this injury could have

been caused by another child.

Why?

What kind of injury was it?

Just one that would be really
hard for a child to cause.

- J-Josh...
Josh, someone... oh, God...

- Who did this?
- I slept all morning.

Through breakfast, everything.

I didn't even get
to say good-bye.

He was just gone
when I woke up.

I'm so sorry, ma'am.

It's all right.
It's all right.

He hated his teacher,
Mrs. Meinhoff.

Ben cried every morning
that he didn't want

to go to school.
He said she was mean.

- She's an old woman.
- She was a mean old woman,

and he was scared of her.

Just...Just tell us

what we can do to catch
the person who did this.

Listen, you and your wife,
you need to help

each other out right now.

Okay, listen, just let us...

Let us do the rest, okay?

Again, we're very sorry.
Thank you for your time.

Could...
Could she be wrong?

The examiner?
Or could you be?

I-I don't... I don't think I could
live knowing that someone

did something to my baby
and I-I wasn't there.

- I don't think I can.
- I understand.

Thank you for your time, folks.

Hey, hey.

Prime Suspect Season 1, Episode 07
Wednesday's Child
November 10, 2011

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Hey.
You seen Timoney?

Nope. Sorry.

Hey, lady.

Hey.
Detective Timoney around?

I think I might be close
to something on the guys

who robbed her dad's bar.
I haven't seen her.

Well,
tell her something for me?

If I must.

I'm thinking these guys
are working this pattern.

They go back and forth,
uptown to downtown,

always the same kind
of nicer-than-divey

pub-style bars with kitchens.

I feel real good they're
gonna hit this one place

in the West Village next.
Tell her.

Hope you're right.
For you, not for her.

Stop it.
Well, I am camping out.

I don't care how long I have
to wait, I am closing this.

I'll call you if I get bored.
You mean when you get bored.

I mean, I'll be calling you.

What are you doing?
I'm taking him to the surgery,

- you're picking him up.
- I know.

Seriously,
I rearranged my whole morning

- to take him to the hospital.
- Meaning what?

- You rescheduled your manicure?
- Right, I forgot.

You're the only one in this
family with anything to do.

Just... you can leave, okay?
I got this.

Okay, where is he?
Did he have breakfast?

- He's making it now.
- Exactly.

Hey, pop.
Who's that?

- I'm still taking you, dad.
- Yeah, no.

I just stopped by
to make sure you didn't forget

that you're not supposed
to have anything but water

for 12 hours
before your surgery,

but you did forget
and what a shocker.

No, I was making that
for your sister.

An army marches on its stomach.

Oh, so now
we're quoting Napoleon?

- And she's a vegetarian.
- Vegan.

- Vegetarians eat eggs.
- Whatever.

So Jane's picking
you up at the hospital,

and she won't be late because
I have to be somewhere.

Busy life,
that of the unemployed.

- Jane.
- I'm between jobs by choice.

"Between" implies
that there was a job

and that there
will be another one.

Look, Jane...
You see what happens?

- Hey, dad?
- What?

If you meet
a really cute nurse,

will you make sure
that the anesthesia wears off

before you ask her
to marry you, please?

And...
Thanks for the sandwich.

Yum.

Hey!

Look at you.
Look at you.

I went to college in here.
Working on a master's now.

Master's? In what?

Psychology.

- Psychology?
- Yeah.

I been a peer counselor
in here for a while now.

Really helps with that.

Well, maybe you
could peer counsel

cons on the outside.
You know, I mean, if... if...

I don't want not to be
with my mom when she dies.

Shane Cook had only
three years with his mom

before she died.

Now, you know they're
gonna say that, right?

I had no...
tools for living.

Lost 'em, threw 'em away.

And their daughter, their mom.
She suffered for it.

- I killed her for it.
- And what's different now?

- Now?
- Yeah.

I'm clean for 19 years.

And what happens
if you start drinking again?

Or getting high?

Look...

What am I gonna tell you
about people, detective?

Everything you know?
What you've done?

Nothing. Huh?
That's right.

So if you don't think
you can help me out

it's not like
I'm gonna be happy about it,

but...

I'll try to understand it.

Hey, it's Rivera.

Hey.
How's it going?

What are you doing?
Nothing.

Who's gonna stop you
from coming?

No one.

You can come
hang out with me.

Can I?
Sure.

Will I?

Fine.
I guess so.

All right.
See you soon.

Bye.

Dude...

That food in your mouth,
is it in there long enough

for you to actually enjoy it?

This Mrs. Meinhoff
sounds like a real bitch.

How's your
second order of fries?

You gonna eat 'em all?

Four complaints against
Ben's teacher last year.

Says she's "mean," "impatient,"
and "doesn't like children."

Listen, I bet my paycheck

that your file
has the exact same complaint.

Doesn't make you a murderer.

I don't get paid
for working with kids.

You want 'em that bad?
Have them.

Next time, don't order a salad.

I'm just
watching my cholesterol.

My fries don't count?

Mean... Impatient...

Doesn't like anyone.

Hey, Iris.
What up?

Please tell me you're calling
to say it was an aneurysm,

and I will name my first-born,
which I will never have,

after you.

What?

- Thanks, lady.
- What happened?

Toxicology report
for Ben Martin came back.

Positive for A.D.H.D. drugs,

as in the same drugs his parents
don't believe in using.

Huh.

Scuzie can I order
something else, please?

I'm starving. You?

Thanks for bringing
your client in to see us.

- It's a huge help.
- Well, don't thank me.

I advised her
not to speak to you.

I didn't ask for a lawyer.

Well, that's between you
and your employer, all right?

Okay.

Do you know who could have been
giving Ben medication, ma'am?

He wasn't
prescribed anything, so...

- Mm-hmm. So is it possible
someone could have given Ben

pills that belonged
to another kid, maybe?

No, not at all.
It's a very organized system.

Right. Okay.

Can you take us
back to that morning?

In the interest of being
cooperative only, yes, go ahead.

Ben arrived
to school at 8:15.

- And who dropped him off?
- His nanny did, Lucy.

But, uh, she...
She didn't leave right away.

She, uh, played with Ben
outside till about 9:00 A.M.

- Is that normal?
- It's not unusual.

Our policy is to let the
caregivers stay if they insist.

Normally it's to hang
a backpack up, you know,

that sort of thing, but she
was really hovering over him,

and that's when Ruth
asked Lucy politely to go.

- Mm-hmm, and did Lucy
say anything to you?

No, not... not to me.

But she kept asking Ben
if he was okay.

And did he seem okay to you?

He, um...

He-he said, um...

That he had a headache.

- How'd he take that?
- Worse.

He keeps on crying.
He says,

"b-but you said
everything was gonna be okay!"

I said, "Georgie,
I'm a cop," right?

"You just killed somebody.

"At least I got you drunk
before I took you downtown.

You're lucky I did that!"

Rivera.

What?

Oh, damn it.
I'll be right there.

What happened?

I messed up guessing
where they'd go next.

They just hit a place
four blocks over from here

and they're gone already.

- Idiot.
- No, you're not.

Hey, hey.
You're not.

You're fine.

Let's just go over
and check it out.

It's not over till it's over.

Can you tell me
if you see him here?

That's him.
That's the little... right there.

You're positive?

Normally,
when a straight guy like that

wanders in here by accident,
he looks around, sees what

he's gotten himself into,
and then he slinks out the door.

But this guy,
he was looking around forever,

eyeballing everyone,
and then... bam...

Pulls out the gun
and puts it in my face.

Oh yeah?
And what'd you do?

Kid doesn't scare me.

Besides, I thought
it was a starter pistol,

and I told him that.

And I guess that's why
he shot me... or shot at me.

You're a lucky man.

That little turd,
he was pretty shocked

when he realized
he didn't hit me.

And that's when you hit him
with the vodka bottle?

Forehand.
Hit him in the sweet spot.

Took out at least
two of his teeth.

Probably still down there
somewhere if you need 'em.

I can't believe I was so close.

You know he lost teeth,
he might have broken his jaw

or who knows what else, and...

He's gonna need help,
you're saying?

Right.

Well, St. Luke's
is the closest.

It's right around the corner.
No, send uniforms there.

Then you go
to the second-closest,

Beth-Israel, right?

Because he's gonna
try and be smart.

Boo-yah.

- Come with me, it'll be fun.
- I gotta... nah, I gotta...

You know... It's, uh...

What are you doing?
Come on, let's go.

All right, I-I'll go.

- That way.
- Yeah, I know.

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

Stop.

- That's him, right?
- Oh yeah, that's him.

All right.

- Hey.
- How you doing?

You don't look
too good tonight, sir.

You know that?

You want to open
your mouth for us?

- Mm-mmm.

- "Mm-mmm"?
- Huh.

Let me see your hands.
Put your hands up here.

See your hands there?
All right?

- Oh, missing two teeth.
- Oh, dude.

How about that?
You know what?

Be better for whistling.

Don't forget to put
them under the pillow

- for the Tooth Fairy, all right?
- Yeah, you are under arrest.

Been looking for you.

Your daughter's
not in trouble, ma'am.

We just need to ask her
a couple of questions

- about Ben Martin.
- That's where she is. Working.

She said she's staying late.

Really? Because I just called
Mrs. Martin, and she said

she'd left for the day.

Then she went to her
boyfriend's house maybe.

I see, so what you're
telling me is that she wasn't

planning on seeing
her kids tonight at all?

I don't know.

She'll be back later.

Right.

Okay, can we have
her cell phone number, please?

I don't know it by heart.

You don't know your
daughter's cell phone number?

Uh, do you have
a phone of your own?

Yes.

Great. Well, let's scroll
through the history,

and you can show me which one
is hers, how about that?

Hold on.

Hey, little man.
You doing your homework?

Yeah. Our teacher's
making us do a report on sharks.

Sharks. Wow.

Listen, is this the computer
that, uh, everybody uses?

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

- Even mommy?
- Yeah.

But she never lets me
use it when she's home.

Really?
Oh, that sucks.

Hey, uh, would you mind
if I check on something?

Just want to see
if the Yankees are winning.

- Sure.
- Just take one second.

Thanks. Just use the mouse?

I'm not very good
with computers.

- Oh, there we go. Wow.
- Whoa, hold on. Hold on.

- Hold on?
- W-what's up?

This isn't the Yankees game.

Yeah, it is. Right there.
Upper-left-hand corner.

- No, it's not.
- It's not the Yankees?

No, this is not.
These are bus tickets.

Oh, my... oh, you're...

- What are you doing?
- You're right, these are...

These are bus tickets.
I'm sorry.

You know what?
My fault, my fault.

Back to the sharks.
Thanks for your help.

Finish your homework.

Oh, so you don't have
your daughter's number

programmed in your phone?
That's weird.

- I don't know how to.
- Uh-huh.

Maybe you should
come back when Lucy's back?

- She'll be back tomorrow.
- No, she won't.

What a surprise.

Interesting.

Thanks for your time.

So she bought a one-way
ticket on the 10 P.M. bus.

- Right.
- She misses that one,

there's not
another bus till tomorrow.

She won't miss it, believe me.

I say we go down to Chinatown

and we lurk
till about 10:00 P.M.

And you know what's
good lurking food?

- Huh?
- Dim sum.

No, I got
something to do first.

Oh, come on, Janie!

Some shaomai?
A little congee?

- You know what's good?
- What?

Some steamed,
deep-fried chicken feet.

I will meet you there later.

- You're gonna love it!
- All righty.

You'd never even know
that you were eating feet!

- Uh-huh.
- Unless you look at it.

You don't want to do that.

Hey!
Where is he?

They're bringing
him down.

I told you I would be here.
Thank you.

- Well, you just never know.
- Uh, yeah, you do know,

because I said.

What happened to the thing
you couldn't miss?

I told them I was gonna
be late, and good thing too,

since you are.
Oh, really?

Like, uh, three minutes?
What if they finished early?

That happens, you know?

And then what, he's just sitting
there waiting? Wondering?

Hey, you.

Hey. He's still a little
dopey from the anesthesia,

he might be a little silly.
He's always dopey.

Uh, keep him hydrated,

he needs a few days of rest,
and, uh, call the doctor

if you notice any bleeding.

In general?
Or out of his...

Ahh, Janie, I am trying
to remain fascinating

to this young woman.
- Mm-hmm.

Did he ask you
to marry him yet?

You don't need to call me
stepmom... Kim is fine, okay?

I'll take over from here, Kim.

Thank you very much.
Let's go.

Ah, my girls.
Where would I be without you?

Nowhere is where.

Oh, my g...
What, do you have to leave?

Oona, would you
ever take it easy?

- Leave Jane alone.
- Oh, right.

She's been looking after you
since you were just wee.

- Don't yank her chain.
- What am I doing? Nothing.

Never got to be a kid
so you could be one, Oona.

Ugh, I thought people
coming off of anesthesia

were supposed to be
silly and fun.

- She's watching us, you know?
- Who, me? I am?

- Watching you?
- Your mother.

Your mother's watching us.
She's always with us up there.

You think?
Then I guess they don't

have booze in heaven.

Well what
if she's not here yet?

She's fleeing, Augie.
She's here.

Well, let's just
hope you're right,

because you see all these
people waiting in line?

They're not gonna take too
kindly if we hold this bus up.

Am I right, sir?

Good talk.

Hello, everyone.

I know you're all anxious
to get on the road,

especially those of you
that are planning on hitting

the Indian casino, and
the sooner that you help us out,

the sooner you'll be able to get
to penny slots and Pai Gow.

All right?

So whoever is not a female

in her 20s from Trinidad
named Lucy, please stand up.

You're definitely not Lucy.

Not Lucy, not Lucy.

And you're not Lucy.

Lucy...

Ah, Lucy!
How you doing there?

Lucy, let's go.

Thank you.
Win big.

How come you were running?

You should know that we're
homicide, we're not I.N.S.,

so if you're illegal, you
should do something not to be,

for sure.

I don't care about any of that.

Six months,
I'll have my papers.

I've been studying for years.

I know the Star-Spangled
Banner by heart.

My mother?
My mother's been here 40 years.

She sings the same song.

♪ O say can you see ♪

♪ by the dog's early bite ♪

- Where is she from, your mom?
- Puerto Rico.

You'd like her.

She was a full-charge live-in
on the Upper East Side

my whole childhood,
pretty much.

I bet the two of you...

Two of you could exchange
some stories, huh?

I can't live in.

My kids are too little.

It was pretty hard on us.

Her too, you know?

We pretty much
only saw her on Sundays,

and then she was
always tired.

Not too tired to make us
go to church though.

Lot of work.

Lot of work raising
someone else's kids.

The way they want
you to raise them.

That's right.

They tell you how they want you
to do it, and then they leave.

My mother?
She'd cheat a little.

You know, give them,
like, a little candy bar

when they were
at the store counter.

Let them stay up
a little bit later.

You ever do that, or no?

She felt so bad
for them sometimes, you know?

You feel bad for them?

For Ben?

His teacher tell me
he have A.D.D.

And that if he
take medicine it would help.

But I know Mrs. Martin
won't ever do it

because she say
she don't believe in pills.

But it would help him.
Helped my son.

Is that why you
were running?

'Cause you gave him
your kid's medicine?

I just wanted him
to be good.

I hoped it was gonna
help him calm down.

Did you give it to him
the day he died?

He wouldn't eat
his breakfast,

and I can't give it
to him until he does.

So he was acting
up that day?

Ben say to me so many times,

"Lucy, I don't want
the kids to be mean to me."

"I don't want mommy
to be mad at me."

I tell him, "You have
to share your toys."

"You can't hit and cry
when you don't get your way."

And he'd say to me,

"Okay, Lucy."

"I promise."

"Tomorrow I won't cry,
and I'll share,

and mommy will be happy."

But he'd go to school
and the kids would be mean,

or he'd be loud or he'd break
something and she'd get mad.

And he would cry.

He'd cry and cry.

The child never
had one friend.

Only his little brother...

and me.

- Hey, Lou.
- Yeah?

Remember when you got mad at me

for stealing
this case from you?

- Yeah, that was pretty dumb.
- Yep, it was.

Hey, Mrs. Martin.
Mrs. Martin?

- Hey.
- Hey, are you all right?

What's going on?
- I'm good. I-I...

- I wanted to talk to you.
- Where's your husband?

Oh...I don't know.

Hey, are you... are you...
Are you on something?

- Are you sleeping?
- I'm fine. I-I...

I-I-I don't sleep.
I'm not sleeping now.

I want to know where my son is.

Come over here.
Over here, come on.

Do you know where my son is?

We're gonna find out
who did this, okay?

But we need to be able
to tell ourselves

- that you can get through this.
- That's right.

- Listen to me, listen to me.
- Mmm.

You need to sleep,
you need to eat,

and you gotta stop
beating yourself up.

I'm not...
I'm not doing that.

No, no, no, no, no.
No, no, no.

I want to...

I want to go home.
I'm gonna go home.

I'll get you a cab, okay?

All right, all right.
I won't touch you.

Not gonna touch you.

That is so disgusting.

So um, how do we pinpoint
the time of the injury?

Could he have been injured
a while before he collapsed?

What's "a while"?

I don't know,
two hours, or more?

He's not gonna be walking
around more than two hours

with a trauma that severe.

So you're saying
it's impossible?

It's impossible...

to believe.

But it could happen?

I had Professor
in college, neurobiology,

he'd always say,
"the brain is fascinating

"because we know
so much about it

but we don't understand
anything we know."

Look, Jane.
If the investigation demands it,

I can broaden the time frame,

but only because
with a traumatic brain injury

I would never, ever be sure
of what exactly happened.

So Ben Martin could have been
walking around for two hours?

He could have been injured
even before he got to school.

Oh, and if anyone
at school knew he needed help,

he'd be alive right now.

Like I said, it's the brain.
Anything's possible.

Yeah?
And when I find out

who did this
to this little baby,

I'm gonna kill 'em.
That's possible too.

Your husband around?

Oh, he went to the office.
Just for a few hours.

You holding up okay?

No. I don't sleep anyway,
but I'm not sleeping.

And not knowing what happened
to him is destroying me.

Me too.
I mean, I'm like that too.

Uh, would you mind
if I used your bathroom?

I had a little
too much coffee today.

- Sure. It's over there.
- Thanks.

Thank you.

Um, the toilet doesn't...

You want to go
to the master bathroom.

It's this way.

Yes.
Thank you.

Excuse me, Allison.

Would you mind if Lou
watched Gray for a minute

so you and I could
talk alone?

Sure. Uh...

Yeah.
Hey, Gray.

You want to go
see a police car?

Come on.

All right.

I'll let you use the siren.

How about that?
He's, uh, great with kids.

Uh, would you mind
if we go upstairs?

- Sure.
- Thanks.

Now, I, uh, want you
to take me through Ben's morning

before he went
to school that day.

- I told you, I was sleeping.
- Right.

So just take me through what
you think might have happened.

All right, now it's this way,
Ben's room.

It's very nice and wide open,
so you can probably hear Ben.

Well, no, I mean, not if my
door's shut or television's on.

Oh.

Was the door shut and the
television on that morning?

I don't remember.

- Try.
- Well, I... I can't.

I was asleep.
Look, I-I have insomnia,

so Lucy and I
have an arrangement.

I do the nights because the
mornings are too hard for me,

- so she does the mornings.
- Right, so...

She probably couldn't
keep him quiet that morning...

He was probably
being a little jerk...

and you woke up
and laid hands on him.

- Is that right?
- Is that what she said?

Because Lucy,
she hits her kids.

- Really?
- She's told me that before.

Listen, hon, I just
found these in your bathroom.

So... so what?
Those don't mean anything.

Hey, here's a little something.

Ray Milland,
from that movie Lost Weekend,

he used to hide his
in a lamp.

Most people wouldn't
think about looking there,

but my mom used to hide
hers in the same spot.

Well, they don't mean anything.

It was her favorite movie,
you probably never even saw it.

Well, it meant
something in my house.

It meant we don't
make noise in the morning

so we didn't wake up our mother,
who might've been drunk

from the night before.

My mom, by the way,

one night, years ago,
stinking drunk,

she drives out in a storm,
veers into traffic,

she gets thrown from the car
and dies on the spot.

My sister Oona was four,
so she doesn't remember a thing,

and I was 13,
so I remember everything.

And I gotta tell you,
a part of me is really glad

it happened that way.

Well, that's
a horrible thing to say.

Is it?

Why?

You feel sorry for who?

For her?
What is that?

I wonder.

See, I'm glad
it happened that way, uh,

so something else didn't.

Something worse.

Something like
what you did, Allison.

No.
No! No!

You think you're a good mom?

You know what?
I want you to leave.

You are not one, Allison.
You are not a good mother.

Please, can you just go?

How long until
you convince yourself

that what you
remember didn't happen?

Huh?

How long till you get
so mad at Gray, huh?

That mad.

I tell her how I need it to be,

and she says she understands,
but she doesn't.

A cough wakes me up.
A light switch.

And he's in here
yelling at her.

Just stomping his feet
and saying, "No, Lucy, no."

And... so I come in here
and I tell her to leave,

and I said, "Ben, you're gonna
put on your shoes right now.

Right now."

And he spit in my face.

He told me he hated me
and he spit in my face.

And what did you do?

What did you do
when he spit in your face?

Huh?

What did you do
when he spit in your face?

I took... I took his head...

And I hit it against the wall.

Just one time.

And...

he didn't even cry.

He didn't say anything.
He just...

he just got really quiet...

and...

and then he got up and he...
he just put on his shoes

like such a good boy.

You're not going downtown?
Where you going?

Squad.

You want a ride?
That's like 40 blocks.

And Duffy just went in
and was like, "mmm,"

opened his mouth
and there...

Oh!
Hey, what are you doing here?

Oh, you know, I was just...
Hey, guys, how you doing?

I was just telling them
about you holding

the perp's nose closed
to make him open his mouth.

Stop, it was your case.
You closed it.

Stop stealing your own thunder.
This one, right?

Yeah.

So, uh...
Listen, I, uh...

I thought maybe we could go and
grab some lunch or something.

Sure.
You like Thai food?

No, but whatever.

Probably got something
that won't kill me.

Oh, no, this place is great.
They have lots of stuff.

My boyfriend gets
this "drunken tiger" thing.

Allen, from fugitive squad.

Thai food... probably
got spring rolls, right?

- Yeah.
- Everybody likes spring rolls.

Yeah, come on.
It'll be adventurous.

Yeah.

Good-bye.

- I know.
- Well, I hope it helps.

Thank you.
Thank you.

Come in.

Hey.
You wrote that letter?

- Yeah. I-I did, yeah.

- What letter?
- The letter to the parole board

to help the guy who killed
Angela Cook get out of jail.

Angela Cook?
Your old case Angela Cook?

- Why would you do that?
- Oh, look at this.

A united front.

Well, because
we're supposed to all agree

on the "putting them
in prison" part.

Kinda why we're all here.

Yeah, well lookit.

Brian O'Malley
wasn't all-bad then,

and maybe he's
not all-good now, but...

I don't know.

Maybe he was sick
and he got well?

That's what it seems
like to me anyway.

You a pod person all
of the sudden, Kevin?

What the hell even is that?

Yeah, does this O'Malley
even know right from wrong?

"Sufficient unto the day
is the evil thereof."

Don't we have worse guys
to worry about out there

than this guy, huh?

I think we do.

All I'm saying is,
your prayers and compassion

might be better served on
somebody who deserves it.

Whatever.

It's done now
and it's on me, so...

So...

Here's hoping
this O'Malley can keep a lid

on his homicidal
tendencies then.

- I'll drink to that.
- I'll drink to anything.

Good speech though.

The good and the bad.
The sick, the well...

The other thing.

Okay. 'Night.

Listen, your friend Rivera's
up for the next open slot here,

you know that.

Up for...Here?
Homicide?

Yeah, she must've
asked her boss to push her.

You know he and I
go back a while.

So?

What do you think?

Eh, she's a good detective.
Solid.

A friend of mine,
like you said, but...

This ain't robbery.
The stakes are different here.

But yeah, I don't know.

Well, that's not exactly
the hard sell there.

She'd drive Jane
out of her mind for sure.

There's that.

Yeah, that...
That's not a good reason...

Whoa.

I send three shirts
to the cleaners,

I get two clean ones back, and
one with some damn blood on it.

Now are they trying
to lose my business?

Or is this somebody's
bad idea of a joke?

Don't look at me.

Ahh...
Okay.

It's on.

It's on.

Front page!

Not the first time you've
been there, of course, but...

Nice just the same.

Yeah, feels pretty,
uh, [Sourly] bad.

- Why?
- Did you read it, pop?

Then you know.
She even kinda looks like mom.

- I don't see that.
- Well, she was rich,

and she liked booze and pills,

but otherwise
pretty much the same.

- It's not, Janie.
- Why?

Because we had you to protect
us, and that poor kid didn't?

Otherwise,
pretty much the same.

Hey y'all.
I'm back.

- It's not the same.
- I bought five more copies.

Why would you do that?

Excuse me for being proud.
Did you see your picture?

I'm gonna go lie down.

Just had major surgery,
in case anybody remembers.

Come on, dad.

Just had some polyps
scraped out of you.

Man up.

God, I wish I had
those cheekbones.

You want something to drink?

No, thanks.

Good girl.

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