All language subtitles for Crossing Jordan s04e21 Jump Push Pull

? And if we live in a time
where every nation's fightin...

? around the world, and we can
all agree that peace is the way.

? Shame on us.

? Shame on me.

Next week, 6 miles.

Stop, stop, stop,
stop, stop, stop, stop.

Hey, Friday night, McGann's Pub.

Patty Griffin's doing an acoustic show.

Are you interested?

Yeah. Already going.

- Really?
- Yeah, uh, Lily set me up on a blind date.

Oh.

No big deal.

I hope the two of you
are very happy together.

Remember to name your first born
after me.

Look, it's, uh, it's a blind date.

Not an arranged marriage.

Jordan, you wanna move on, great.

Go for it.
'Cause believe me, so am I.

You know what?

Let's set the record straight here.
Okay?

first of all, you have moved on, more than
a few times with people that I even know.

Huh?

And second of all,

you made it very clear that you think
that we're better off as friends.

I am just trying to respect that.

Jordan, I only said that because I knew you
wouldn't be able to say what I wanted to hear.

It just never occurred to me that you'd
meet some other guy and say it to him.

It never occurred to you?

This is Hoyt.

I'm on my way.

What is it?

Two officers down in Dorchester.

We were responding to a 10-62.

Armed robbery.

Collins and Buck were
first on the scene.

When we arrived, they'd already exited
their vehicle, guns drawn.

As they approached the store front,
the subject fired two shots.

Moments later, he surrendered his weapon,
turned himself in.

Where is he?

And the gun?

A 38-special fired from that distance?

Guy's a lucky shot.

It only takes one.

Or in this case, two.

I knew Collins.

He just celebrated
his fifth year on the force.

He wanted to make detective.

You're either real cocky or real stupid.

My guess is both!

I didn't shoot nobody!

You see all these cops?
You see them all?

Not one of them will blink an eye if I...

Woody!

Collins was wearing his vest.

No way a 38 could have penetrated it.

Well, if not this guy, who?

When we arrived, the area was clear.

Those gunshots, did they echo?

Now that I think of it, yeah.

Means he was shot
from a long distance.

Only something high powered
could have pierced Kevlar.

Like a rifle.

A sniper?

Who didn't give a damn
about killing cops.

Told you I was dying

- Nigel...
- Hm?

Can you believe they had this hanging
from a skeleton in the gift shop window?

It does make one chuckle.

Makes us a joke.

Well, that's a snappy shirt.

What are you doing here, Slokum?

Sylvia Moreau.

Since when is the Governor's Special
Commissioner on crime in the 21st century

interested in a suicide 2 decades old?

You remember the case?
That's very impressive.

Especially since you didn't
even do an autopsy.

No defensive wounds, suicide note,
injuries consistent with a jump.

Autopsy wasn't warranted.

Except that her body landed
20 feet from the window.

That's a distance that is
patently indicative of a push.

Are you this desperate for my job?

A suspect came forward,

saw Terry Duvall leave Sylvia's house
that night.

Witness comes forward 19 years after the fact,
just when Terry Duvall is running for Senate.

Sounds like politics of
personal destruction.

You...

you do earnest so well.

I'll give you that.

This is a murder investigation.

If I find that you have buried
any evidence whatsoever,

we're talking tampering, perjury,
maybe even a little jail time.

Come on.

Do you wanna come clean?

Okay.

It's from the Governor.

You are now officially suspended.

You've got an hour.
Take what you need.

Then get out.

Crossing Jordan 4x21
Jump Push Fall

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You know him?

When I got called before the review panel,
he's the ass who opposed my recertification.

Hm.

I am Dr. Jack Slokum.

Effective immediately...

Put your food down.

What, do you think I'm...
you think I'm kidding?

Put the food down.

Okay, effective immediately...

the Governor has asked me
to assume the duties

of the acting Chief Medical Examiner.

Garrett Macy has been suspended
pending an internal investigation.

Where is he?

You have any questions about
my appointment, call the Governor.

Let me save you some time.

This was Bob's decision.

This afternoon, a memo will circulate
detailing my administrative changes.

So, until then...

why don't we all go back to work, folks,
with a little enthusiasm.

- Bob?
- I have a friend in the Governor's office.

I'll figure out what this is about.

Dr. Cavanaugh,
I'd like to see you for a moment.

Actually, I've got
a cop shooting in Trace.

Actually... Dr. V.J.
will take Dr. Cavanaugh's case.

Now.

If you think you can just trump up charges
to push Garrett out...

Lemme give you some advice.
And it's free.

Don't argue until you have the facts.

I don't need the facts.

I know Garrett Macy.

You know what I learned from
your certification hearing?

That I'm laggard, and...

my autopsy rate is shamefully slow.

Yes, it is.
But you are so thorough.

And that's why you're gonna
assist me in my inquest.

Inquest or inquisition?

I have an exhumed body coming in.

I'll see you in Trace.

There are allegations out there

that I was somehow involved in the death of
a young reporter some 19 years ago...

These allegations are
politically motivated and it's entirely...

I'm not letting this pompous
little weasel push you out.

It's not your battle, Jordan.

What'd you do, kick his dog?

...bearing vague similarities
to one I drove two decades ago

was present at the scene of
this woman's death is ludicrous.

20 years ago, Duvall was
Joe Lancaster's campaign manager.

A reporter covering the election died.

Now, someone's trying to
link Duvall to her death.

It was my case.

I ruled it a suicide.

What does Slokum think
he's gonna get from all this?

He's still pissed
I got this job instead of him.

He's out for blood.

And the gravy is bringing down a senate
candidate the Governor doesn't like.

He's having your suicide exhumed,
and he wants me to assist on the autopsy.

That's smart.

That way he can't be
accused of railroading me.

No, he's stupid,

'Cause I'm gonna make sure
he can't touch you.

You wanna help me?

Do your job and find the truth.

Garret, you gotta fight this.

Please, just do your job, Jordan.

Garret!

Are you okay?

Yeah.

I cannot believe they're doing this.

Is there anything that I can do?
Anything that you need?

No, I'm fine, Lily.

You know what? It's...
it's gonna be okay.

I...

It's gonna be all right.

You'll be back in a day.

Yeah.

You know, pillow talk with that lady D.A.
Trace Evidence: Officers Buck & Collins

could've come back to
bite Macy in the ass.

Dr. Macy is the most trustworthy human being
I know, second only to my father.

If anyone is playing dirty here,
it's Slokum.

Okay.
Thank you.

Officers Collins and Buck busted
some gangbanger last year

who swore he'd seek revenge when
he got out of jail, which was 3 days ago.

I just put out an A.P.B. on him.

Well, whoever did this is a crack shot.

30-aught-6 rifle bullet,
straight through the heart.

Straight through his Kevlar, too.

Your job just got
a whole lot more dangerous.

How 'bout you make
yourself useful, huh?

He relied on that vest to protect him.

We all do.

We will get this guy, Woody.

Survey says Pistolpatronen.

Classified as an armor-piercing projectile,
which means that the bullet has a steel core.

It's illegal, except for it's use by
law enforcement or the military,

or in this case...
Bundeswehr

German armed forces.

Which means our shooter either
snuck the bullets into the country or...

Or got it on the black market.

And I think I know just the wienerschnitzel
who might be selling them.

I don't remember saying start without me.
Trace Evidence: Sylvia Moreau

You wanted me in Trace.
I'm in Trace.

Sooner we're done,
sooner you're out of here.

Uh, fractured depression on the base
of the skull, consistent with a jump.

Maybe.

You do realize she left a suicide note.

Type-written.

Unsigned.

Convenient.

Sylvia Moreau was a journalist.
It was 1986. She typed.

Speaking of which, you know the journal
that we found in her casket?

It's an account of Joe Lancaster's...
'86 Senate campaign.

That's where she met Duvall.
It's pretty heady stuff.

Just as Kennedy looked into his soul

and met the challenges of courage,
so Joe Lancaster looks into his heart?

Do all tox results
come with a dramatic reading?

You know what I would do
if I were you?

I'd introduce myself to a barber.

She had diazapem in her system.

Two milligrams.

Thank you.

Used to treat depression.

Diagnosable in more than
two-thirds of all suicides.

Some people used them
for pain, relaxant.

In the 1980's, people popped them
like Tic-Tacs.

- How about this?
- Hm?

Multiple scarring.

This wasn't her first attempt at suicide,
not by a long shot.

Hate to break it to you, but you may have to
look for someone else's job to poach.

Hansie,

looks like prison food did a number on you.
You look like a Volkswagen.

Vhy(Why) am I here?

Pistolpatronen Aught Sixes.
German made.

They turn bullet- proof vests
into Swiss cheese.

Tilsit.

Excuse me?

Tilsit.

Like Swiss cheese, only German.

Funny.

Funny guy.

You wanna know something even funnier?

When my guys picked you up,

they said they found all kinds of
Nazi paraphernalia in your apartment,

including some antique pistols.

Now, considering you're on parole
for arms dealing,

I'd say that's a big nein-nein,
wouldn't you, Hansie?

Spill it.

Who'd you sell the bullets to?

I'm legit now.
I sell on E-Bay.

Er! Wrong answer!
Try again!

I do not sell these bullets.

You know, Hans,
we have ways of making you talk.

Ah.

Wait here.

This is Hoyt.

What?

Where?

Okay.
I'm on my way.

Hey!

The stakes just went up, Hans.

They went way up.

Now, if you did not sell those bullets,

you're gonna find out who did,
and you're gonna tell me.

Do you understand?

Do you understand, mein herr?

Yes. Yeah.

Sorry.

You still here?

Slokum seems to think a grief counselor
is a glorified file clerk.

Thank you.

Sure.

He has me pulling every autopsy
that Garret has ever done.

Every...
That's gotta be...

Yeah. 5,112.
I'm not even half done.

I thought this was temporary.

Oh, it's just pretentious.
Dr. Jack Slokum, M.D, Ph.D, J.D.

It's terrifying.

The officers responded
to a domestic disturbance.

Husband was drunk, waving a gun.
Turns out it was not loaded.

Officer Pattick talked him down and
was taken out as he left the scene.

One bullet to the chest.

Pierced his vest,
just like Collins and Buck.

This isn't just any sniper, Woody.

He's after cops.

Depressed fractures, uh, to the skull.

The first vertebrae
where her head struck the ground.

I'd say cause of death is
consistent with a jump.

Sure, lots of fractures, but none
to the arms and wrists, you'll notice.

None?

Did you ever see a jumper who
didn't instinctively break their fall?

Linear fractures.

Oh.

So she fell on her head and her feet
at the same time.

That's a very interesting bit of physics.

She was already dead
when she was thrown out the window.

There we are, Doctor.

Blood along the vertebrae
and at the back of the brain.

She was hit on the head,
at least two blows.

Now, in my limited forensics,
we don't call that suicide.

We call that murder.

You still think that
Garret Macy is a saint?

Garret, hope you're doing okay.

Uh, Slokum's got us
all homicidal down here.

Except for the guy in the gift shop.

Not your biggest fan.

Look, uh, we got the body in.
Sylvia Moreau.

She was murdered, Garret.

The physical condition of the body,
the evidence at the scene

all support your conclusions, but...

Slokum doesn't buy
it was just a mistake.

He's stepping up his witch hunt.

Listen, I'm doing all I can, but I...

Call me, okay?

Mr. Duvall, it's time to go.

In a few more minutes.
The press will wait.

Someone saw a red car.
I drive a red Camaro.

You run for office, people will dig up dirt
whether it's there or not.

Well, it is. You were having an affair
with Sylvia Moreau.

You were at her summer house with her
that night.

Sure you don't want one?

Not hungry.

Wife says comfort food's
gonna kill me.

But have you ever seen a man
die from eating a donut?

Yeah, I have.

You're saying you know I was there.
You're implying you found evidence.

Why don't you bring it forward.

You worked for Joe Lancaster,
the most powerful man in Massachusetts.

He got to my boss.
My boss got to me.

He said... he said
you were about to get married

and exposing your infidelity
wouldn't serve anyone.

And my investigation said it was suicide.

Look, I was young.

I was from working-class nowhere,
and I got a job working for Joe Lancaster,

a man that I had admired
my entire life.

I was in way over my head
with Sylvia.

When I got home that night and
I found out that she had killed herself,

I made a choice.

- What, to keep quiet?
- No, to keep what I had.

You and I both made choices.

And you and I both know my being there
doesn't say I killed her.

It can't.

Because I didn't.

You go forward with your evidence,
and I go down.

But I'm guessing you do as well.

The bullet hit Pattick
at a 96 degree angle.

Now, take into account these steps,

'cause it's consistent with
the first two victims.

That tells us the sniper shot from
street level as opposed to a roof top.

Now, since none of the bullets
went through and through,

we know he was at least...
150 feet away.

Using a drag coefficient, we figured out
the average decrease of velocity,

which tells us the shooter
was standing about... here.

It's not exactly the grassy knoll.

So what happens?

Our sniper saunters down
an open street carrying a rifle,

happens to see a cop and boom?

Doesn't make sense.

I mean, the shooter would have to shoot
from somewhere where he can't be seen.

I mean, and this clearly isn't it.

What if he was in a car?

Put them on the coffee table,
flip-flopped.

Tab to tab.

You asked me to speak to
Sylvia Moreau's parents.

They gave me the keys to their summer house
where Sylvia died.

They don't know what condition it's in.
They haven't been back since.

Their grief really works for us, doesn't it?

A preserved crime scene.

You're wrong about Garret.

He is an honorable man.

He does everything with dignity.

He forces all of us to follow the rules,

even if he knows that they're unpopular
or it's just bureaucracy.

He pushes us to find the truth,
always, without fail.

What you are accusing him of,

he's just not capable of that.

Garret?

You called your boss
by his first name?

That's interesting.

We're family here.

Well, we were.

I said put them on the coffee table.

Now there's a picture that ought to
make a few people happy.

Well, it seems she fell
more than 23 feet out from the house.

Your favorite Dr. Macy
either measured wrong or fudged it.

Why can't you just admit
that you're in for Garret's job?

Oh, I'm 3 times more qualified for it,
but that's not the point.

Look,

no one wants to believe that Shoeless Joe
threw the series or that Pete Rose bet on baseball.

But someone has to come in here
and find the truth.

You think that's why
people don't like you?

You think that I don't know
what they're saying about me?

But, Dr. Cavanaugh,
there was a murder.

And I bet it happened in there.

She really believed in him.

Yeah, well, too bad she didn't
get her brighter tomorrow.

Well, you sure love those toys.

That's because
the truth is in the details.

And this Panascan
allows me to create a... duck...

a virtual crime scene.

If this is the crime scene.

This is the crime scene.

Could you close that window?

Sure.

A medium velocity spatter pattern here.

Uh-huh.

There you have it.
Crime scene.

You wanna get out of the way, please?

So, what do you think
he hit her with?

Well, the spatter is proximate
to the bedpost.

I think we can assume that Mr. Duv...

the assailant introduced
her head to this.

Or he kissed her.

What do you mean?

Rodin's... The Kiss...

I'm guessing that Duvall,
or whomever it was, had a sense of irony.

Well, that's a good catch, Doctor.

Too bad you weren't
on the case back then.

Maybe Sylvia would have gotten
some justice.

Here.

Good news.
Herr Brunner saw the light.

Says he found out about some
Aught-Sixes that were sold last week

to a white male in his early 20's,
goes by the street name of Danger.

Oh, yeah.
That's subtle.

Also, a neighbor
at crime scene number 2 says

he remember seeing a blue minivan
just before the shooting.

Well, we haven't found anything
that screams blue or minivan,

but we'll keep looking.

Chief's decided
he is not gonna sit on this.

He's authorized a sting
to flush this guy out.

What, like a fake radio call?

We'll send in decoy cops
wearing level four Kevlar.

SWAT will be positioned to take out the sniper
before he takes out any more of us.

You!

Rule 59.

That comes off,

you die.

Welcome to our hell.

Sylvia's college transcripts,
work records, list of friends.

And I digitized all the original crime scene
photos from the negatives to improve clarity.

The statute's a match.

It's the murder weapon.

I pulled the prints off it.

It's a two-point ridge match
with Duvall.

So it could be Duvall
or 50,000 other guys.

Yeah, but if it is Duvall,
that's not good for Dr. M., is it?

He call you back?

I left a half-dozen messages.

I just can't imagine this place
without him.

Position 4, check.

Position 5, check.

Position 6, check.

SWAT's in place.
Let's roll.

Not a good time, Bug.

Listen, Woody, we found glass
from a broken reverse light

and some microscopic gold paint chips
at both crime scenes.

You said gold, not blue?

Yeah, affirmative.

I ran it through the mass spectrometer.
They come from a Buick LeSabre.

Woody.

Suspect is on Taft Street.

I repeat, suspect is on Taft Street
in a gold LeSabre, license plate 4149...

son of a bitch.

Stop! Freeze!
Police!

Go get that guy.

Go get him. Get him.

Easy.

All right.
Come on.

Better call an ambulance.

Garret Macy, M.D.

Jordan, it's the middle of the night.

You buried evidence.

The piece of sash from her nightgown,
the negatives.

You son of a bitch,
you told me to find the truth.

You knew the truth,
and you covered it up.

All these years,
listening to your lectures,

play by the rules, tow the line,
don't rock the boat...

Are you done?

What was on
that missing piece of evidence?

Terry Duvall's fingerprint.

It put him at the house,
but everything else,

all the external injuries, everything
at the scene said it was suicide.

Chief M.E. told me it wasn't our job
to drudge up every private detail of a life.

It was your case.

I was a year on the job.
Abby was just born.

Well, the Garret Macy I know
would have said... to hell with that...

Not everybody can be you, Jordan,
ready to fight the system from the womb.

But you kept it buried, even now!

What, you didn't trust me
enough to help you?

I mean, come on,
what are we to each other?

I would have put you
in the same position he put me in.

Oh, that's crap.

You would have protected me.
That's not what I wanted.

Oh, yeah, that's right.
You wanted the truth.

That's why you pulled photos and
negatives, uh, destroyed evidence.

I never destroyed evidence.

It's the first draft of the autopsy report
before I removed anything.

Everything's logged and listed.

You'll find the missing negatives and the
piece of sash with Duvall's print in storage.

You're giving this to me now.

Great.

Now I can bury Duvall and you.

Our shooter, Tommy Riggs, 13 years old,
known to the local arcades as Trigger Happy.

You're telling me with a handle like that,
no one saw it coming?

All right.

We got one half- brother, Wayne Riggs,
21, his street name is... Danger...

Unfortunately, he's still at large.

They lived with their father
until two months ago

when he was killed by a police officer
during a botched robbery.

What, is that
what this has been about?

Payback?

Your dad's killed,
it's a strong motive.

Yes!
Still holding.

How 'bout cherry blossoms.

How 'bout them?

Well, I found hundreds of them
inside the grill, underneath the hood.

I mean, he probably parks the car
outside near a bunch of cherry trees.

Thank you.

And how about pink chalk?

I found trace amounts
in the tread of the car's left rear tire.

Left rear, that's where
meter maids leave their mark.

Exactly, and I just hung up
with the office of Parking Services.

Now, to make our lives easier, they use
different color chalk in different neighborhoods.

In District 11, pink is for Savin Hill.

Now we're talking.

McDonnell Park,
loaded with cherry trees.

Also, lot's of abandoned buildings
around the area.

It'll take forever just to search
every nook and cranny.

Forever doesn't work for me.

I'm gonna go see our boy, Tommy,
see what he can tell us.

We know he's somewhere in Savin Hill,
maybe near McDonnell Park.

Why are you protecting him?

Huh?

You see your brother here,
looking out for you?

He takes care of me.

How?

By making you the trigger man of
three murders and letting you take the fall?

With a brother like that,
who needs enemies?

Shut up.

This is not a game, Tommy.

Killing cops does not
get you the high score.

It gets you life in prison.

He's my brother.

I can't rat him out.

Every cop in this city right now
wants him in a body bag.

I'll make you a deal.

You tell me where your brother is,

and I swear I won't let
anything happen to him.

You've already lost a father, Tommy.

You wanna lose your brother, too?

*Okay, we'll do like the Orient Express.
Each of us takes a turn with a knife and plunges it in... Lily.

I'm sorry.

Slokum has me quantifying my job.

You know what that means? I...

what's wrong?

Jordan?

He did it.

Duvall?

Garret.

One person I thought I knew.

He's been sitting on evidence
that would help nail Duvall.

He must have had a reason.

He gave me the evidence.

I bring this stuff forward, Slokum has
everything he needs to take his license at best.

Whatever he did,
we're talking 20 years ago.

It doesn't change who he is.

He walked out of here yesterday
and kept this stuff buried.

You found something?

I'm running
Slokum's virtual crime scene.

It's amazing.

You can look at it from any angle...

Nigel.

Sorry, so I'm scanning the typewriter
to see what kind of trace Slokum found.

And I realized that the typewriter
ribbon's made of nylon.

The fingerprint that we found on
Sylvia's torn sash had traces of ink in it.

I thought that was just from the process
Dr. M. used back then to lift the print.

But it also has nylon fibers.

You're saying that
Duvall touched the ribbon.

Exactly.

And if he had ink on his fingers...

Chances are he got it
on something else.

Yeah.

Calibrated and ready to use.

Oh.

Hi. How's it going?

Do you know that it still jars me
when things are out of place?

Negative 24.

It's not in the original file.

And this piece of torn sash is missing.

Are you still gonna try and tell me
this wasn't a cover-up?

Macy's on his way in.

Then he's on his way out.

Clear!

Don't turn around!

Don't be stupid.
This place is surrounded.

Drop the gun.
Now!

Detective Hoyt!

Stand down!
Everybody just stand down!

Your brother wants you
to survive this.

So do I.

Right.

Like anybody's gonna let me
walk out of here.

I promised Tommy
that I'd keep you safe.

Okay?

You put down that rifle.

You and I will
walk out of here together.

You can end this.

Right now.

You're right.

We need an ambulance!

Sir!
Sir!

Stay with us.

I was just doing my job.

I called it the way I saw it....

What a great performance, Garret.

It wasn't a performance.

Yeah, you know, I could tear this
entire place and every one in it apart

just trying to figure out
what you buried.

On the other hand,
I'm gonna offer you...

We got Duvall.

His fingerprint on
Sylvia Moreau's campaign journal.

Campaign journal?

This is a private meeting.

The print was laced with nylon
from the typewriter ribbon.

Duvall changed it
before he typed her suicide note.

He took the time to change the ribbon
during a murder?

Why?

Because there was something on the old
ribbon he didn't want anyone to find.

That's speculation.

Look, you want Duvall, his print
places him at the murder scene.

What's on the ribbon gives you motive.

Yeah, well the ribbon is gone.

Forget the ribbon.

We've got the typewriter roller.

Okay, here's her suicide note.

And before that...

Oh, that looks like a letter to Duvall's
fiancee exposing their relationship.

And his relationships with
three other women.

Duvall was a bad boy.

Wait a minute.

Joe Lancaster...
is not the man voters think he is....

It's not Duvall she was sleeping with.
It was Joe Lancaster.

This is a letter to the Boston Globe.
There's our motive.

Duvall killed her to keep her
from destroying his mentor.

Unless, that statute, The Kiss...

a bit ironic as a murder weapon.

Maybe someone was
trying to make a point.

Okay.

I took a partial print here.

And now I'm searching for Lancasters
to match.

Lancaster killed her.

Yeah, but Duvall was the one
who changed the ribbon.

He cleaned up the murder scene.

That was Duvall's choice,
to protect his boss.

Cavanaugh.

Where?
What hospital?

Detective Woody Hoyt?
He was shot.

He's right there.

Woody!

Oh, god.

Tell me he's gonna be okay.

The bullet nicked him in the spine
and he's bleeding internally.

We won't know more
until we open him up.

Listen to me, Woody.

You're not going anywhere.

You understand?

If you want out of my life,
you find some other way.

But I'm not letting you...

You need to fight this.

I can say what you want me to say.

Woody.

We gotta go.

? I remember...

? holding on.

? All them long,

? lonely nights I put you through.

? Somewhere,

? sure I may...

? but I can't remember
if we said goodbye.

? But I recall...

? all of them nights down in Mexico,

? one place I may never go...

? In my life again.

? Was I just off somewhere
or just too high?

? But I can't remember
if we said goodbye.

Hey.

So, if you had to lose an organ,
spleen's a good choice.

Pretty useless anyhow.

Yeah, I guess.

Dr. Turner said they're gonna wait until
the morning to take you back into surgery.

Good.

That'll give me a few more hours
to lie here

and think about how much my life is
gonna suck when I can't walk anymore.

You don't know that, Woody.

There's a good chance
there's no nerve damage. 50-50.

You making that bet?

They're flying in a neurologist
from New York.

He's supposed to be the best.

Right now you just need to relax.
You need to rest.

What you whispered to me
when they were bringing me in...

You heard that?

Yeah.

Yeah, I heard that.

You said it
'cause you felt sorry for me?

What?

No.

You're thinking, he's crippled, so...

Woody, no, I...
I meant every word.

Get outta here.

Woody.

Screw your pity and get out of here.

Now.

Garret.

What are you doing?

The evidence I covered up,
I need it back.

I can't bury it.
Not again.

I can't do this.

Not now.

Sylvia Moreau should have had justice
20 years ago.

You do this, it'll be your job.

Your career, maybe prison.

Without that sash,
Slokum has nothing.

You don't have to do this.

If I can't do what's right,

if I can't set an example,
what good am I to anyone?

Well, it looks like you won.

Duvall was innocent.

It was never about winning.

You always take the high road.

? I remember holding on...

These people,

they will go to the wall for you,
if you let 'em.

? All them long,

? lonely nights I put you through.

? But I can't remember
if we said goodbye.

? No, I can't remember
if we said goodbye.

? Goodbye.

? Goodbye.

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