All language subtitles for UNFORGETTABLE - S03 E06 - Stray Bullet (720p - AMZN Web-DL)

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12 years I've lived in the
city, I'd never been to Belmont.

Now I see why
you love the horses.

That was incredible.

And Eliot thinks I'm
the gambling addict.

Oh, very funny. So,
you free Tuesday?

To go back to Belmont?

Yeah, I just need help
remembering all the tips we got.

Like that woman
I was talking to.

She gave me a tip on a trifecta,

but I forgot the three
horses I'm supposed to box.

To box? You know,
they have these

support groups for
gambling addicts, and you...

What? You're the only one who
can enjoy an adrenaline rush?

No, it's just that
my adrenaline rush

is based on winning
money on the horses.

Yours is more connected to,
um, the blonde who gave you tips.

Not true. Are you gonna give
me the names of the horses or not?

Because I know you remember 'em.
I remember all 12 horses in the race

and the three you
were supposed to box.

I also remember five reasons
why you can't remember.

Blonde hair, pouty
lips, short skirt,

six-inch stilettos
and a giant...

Your point is?

I'm not going back to Belmont with
you on Tuesday. Oh, come on. Why not?

Because it violates
my first rule of gambling.

Never accept a tip
from a blonde in six.

No, that's my
second. My first is:

only go to the track when
the horses are actually there.

Belmont is closed on Tuesdays.

Mm. I see.

Lieutenant Al Burns? Yup.

Captain Melvin
Stearns, Internal Affairs.

What can I do for you, Captain?

You know a guy named Oscar Payn?

Sure. I collared him for
intent to sell five years ago.

ELIOT: Stearns,
what's going on here?

You aware he's been out
on parole the last six weeks?

Good for him.

Not so good.

Someone put a
bullet in his brain.

And as of now, we have reason
to believe that someone to be you.

Lieutenant Burns, you are placed

on modified assignment
and relegated to desk duty

till our investigation into
the murder of Oscar Payn

determines your
guilt or innocence.

May I have your gun
and your shield, please?

Lieutenant?

You know the rules, Melvin.
Any action against my team,

you notify me
personally in advance.

Don't blame me if you don't know
what's going on with your team.

What's that supposed to mean?

Maybe the board
should have installed

an actual police officer

to run Major
Crimes instead of a...

What are you again?

Oh, I know. I know, Melvin.

You wanted this job.

I know how hard
you tried to get it.

Sure, some may have felt

that fixing parking tickets for
the mayor's niece was pandering,

but I for one
applauded your initiative.

Do not take our history out

on members of my team,

or I will see to it
that you regret it.

Lieutenant Burns is a decorated
officer with a spotless record.

We wouldn't have
moved against Burns

if we didn't have
sufficient evidence.

We have a positive
ballistics match

to Burns' service
weapon and a case file

of other evidence I
have neither the need

nor the interest in
sharing with you.

Ballistics match?

Perhaps you
haven't heard, Eliot,

but every weapon fired
has a distinctive signature.

Yeah, yeah. So?

So, Oscar Payn was killed by
Burns' Sig Sauer service handgun

to the exclusion of
any other weapon.

It is an absolute fact.

This is a matter for
Internal Affairs now.

I get even a hint that

your Major Crimes
guys are sniffing around,

I will terminate them
from this department.

Al, what you doing?

Just getting my coffee.

Jay's got this nice Sumatra with
chocolate notes or something.

Wow, you are
extraordinarily calm.

Considering I want to put
my fist through that guy's face?

That I just went through
the most humiliating moment

of my career, maybe my life?

Yeah, considering that.

Listen, we're gonna be fine.

If I wanted to whack a guy,
why would I use my own gun?

This is all a mistake.

I think it might
all be political.

IAB is only looking at you.

They are not pursuing
any other leads.

I put in a call to Beth
Bronson, the LBA attorney.

She's requested an independent
ballistics analysis of my gun.

Who is Oscar Payn?

A scumbag.

Payn was running an
operation out of Corona,

the Tumbling Sixes.

The 117 picked up intel
that Payn was taking in

a major heroin shipment.

I got together a team
to take him down.

Turned out, there
was an eight-year-old

girl inside there... hostage.

And we got her out,

but we lost someone
in the firefight.

A young officer.

And what about Payn?

He beat the murder
charge on a technicality.

Was still put away for
possession with intent.

But he and his partner rolled
on a couple of their own guys,

and got reduced sentences.

Payn's guys hated
Payn, and they hate you.

You're being framed.

We were at the races the
day Payn got murdered.

Where were you that night?

Midnight? Midnight,
I was asleep.

All right, what about your
gun? On my night table.

Not the world's best alibi.

No.

Listen, you stay out of this.

These IAB guys are nightmares.

They'll get you
jammed up or fired.

Trust me, the ballistics
test will clear me.

I'm gonna clear you,

because I'm gonna find
out who killed Oscar Payn.

CARRIE: Do I even
want to know how

you got your hands on these?

All I can say is

a highly-classified Bundt
cake recipe was involved.

Hmm.

Jo? Hmm?

I could get fired
for what I'm doing,

and I don't want to
get you mixed up in it.

Oh, no. I'll be
okay. I'll be okay.

I'm the Dirty Harry of M.E.s.

Mm. How close is the match?

Well, I'm not a
ballistics expert.

From what I can
tell, pretty darn close.

Well, Al's getting the gun
tested independently, so...

Fingers crossed.

Take a look at this, hmm?

Single round
penetrated Payn's skull

precisely dead center.

In other words, right
between the eyes.

From ten yards.

Which means our shooter
knew their way around a gun.

Uh-huh.

CARRIE: Eliot, what is this?

Melvin Stearns'
attempt to humiliate me.

Son of a bitch
wants to show me up

in front of my own people.

Look, I know you've kept it
in between the lines so far.

And both of us know Stearns
is waiting for us to over...

Are you gonna tell
me to stop? God, no.

I'm asking you to be careful.

Where's Al?

These goons showed up,
confiscated his computer,

and announced they
were interviewing all of us.

Hmm. He took off.

Oh, hey, I might have
something for you.

I dug into Payn's gang, the
Tumbling Sixes, and I may have

found something interesting.

Take a look. Once Payn got out,

things went south
with his wife Alma.

Apparently, he thought
she was cheating on him.

His parole officer
thinks it could have been

with his old partner
Hector Griego.

Griego got out
of jail four months

before Payn. And guess what?

He's a vet, weapons-trained
in Afghanistan.

If Hector Griego was
sleeping with Payn's wife,

then we have a suspect
that has a grudge against Al

and wanted Payn out of the way.

And was a damn good shot.

Now, there's no
last known address.

We don't know where he is.

Well, I'll bet Alma Payn knows
where he is. Head over there.

Listen, Beth, I'll
take a polygraph.

Al, I've told you, that's
not admissible in court.

Well, it's got to mean
something if I offer to take the test.

The problem is,
you take the poly,

they can ask you questions
you don't want to answer.

For example, "Are you
upset Oscar Payn took a bullet

between the eyes?"

Look, I know this is hard,

but you've got to
trust me and just relax.

Relax? You try to relax with IAB
guys camped out at Major Crimes

right on top of you.

I know. Would
you just stay cool.

Stearns is trying to bait you,

hope you'll take a
swing at one of them

and give them a reason
to send you to Rikers.

They're up there
questioning my team.

All right, thank you.

Call me the second
the test comes in.

All right.

MAN: Detective Margolis?

Sharon Margolis?

Detective Lee, you'll be next.

Hey, you okay?

AL: Yeah.

I just couldn't watch Stearns

walking all over my life.

Murray's got a lead.

Payn's old pal Hector Griego.

Looks like he was
sleeping with Payn's wife

while he was in jail.
Murray's heading out there.

Carrie, thanks,

but you guys got to
remember, this is Internal Affairs.

If you're gonna tell
me to be careful,

I'm gonna tell you to shut it.

Hey, Carrie.

Can we talk?

Sure.

What's up?

Uh... listen.

I was grabbing a beer
with Al about a month ago.

He was talking
about the Payn case.

He knew Payn was out of prison?

And he was really
steamed about it.

He told me...

He told me he
wished that somebody

would wipe that guy off the map.

Al's words, not mine.

If IAB finds out about this...

Did anyone else overhear this?

We were in a bar
with a lot of cops.

Carrie, how do I
play this with IAB?

If they catch me
lying... I'm toast.

You do whatever
you have to do, Jay.

WOMAN: I don't understand.

I-I told the police

everything I know about
what happened to Oscar.

And you've been
very helpful, Mrs. Payn.

I just have a couple more
questions, if that's okay.

Yes, of course.

If you don't mind me asking,

how much you pay a
month for this place?

I... I don't know.

Like, $2,250, maybe?
That about right?

That's $27,000 a year.

Last year, you reported
a part-time income

of $30,000.

Now, that leaves $3,000 a year

for food and clothing.

Wow, those amazing

$600 Manolo Blahniks
you're wearing.

Were they a gift
from Hector Griego?

Hector? Mm-hmm.

No, I... Alma.

Hector got out before Oscar.

You've been seeing him while
your husband was inside, right?

How do you know that?

We know everything.

Except where Hector is.

You don't think Hector

had anything to do with
killing Oscar, do you?

Where is he?

Hector is clean now.
He is a good man.

Alma.

I used to work as an
investigator for the IRS.

And they don't much
care for unreported income.

I make a call, believe me,
they will take those shoes.

They will take this house.

So why don't you just
tell me where he is.

He's staying with a friend.

623 Ryder Avenue.

Four blocks from where
your husband was murdered.

Hector.

Carrie Wells, NYPD.

I'd like to ask you
a few questions.

I'm guessing this is
about Oscar. Yeah.

I'm happy to talk, but I don't
know what happened to him.

I'm a machinist now.

Got a good job.
Not bangin' no more.

Except for Oscar's
wife Alma, right?

Excuse me, what'd you say?

Hold up. I want
your badge number

and the name of your
commanding officer.

I'm gonna report you.

WEBSTER: Single round
penetrated Payn's skull

precisely dead center.

You were the last one to
see him alive, weren't you?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Heilbronn. The beer.

You had a beer with
him that night, didn't you?

I think you called him up,
you invited him for a beer,

pretended to be his friend
and then you killed him.

That way, you and
Alma can be together,

and your buddy's not
around... How convenient.

I didn't kill him!

Okay, Oscar came
over for a beer.

But he left around 11:30.

That was the last
time I saw him.

Can anyone back up your story?

Yeah, once he
left, I called Alma.

We were on the phone
for, like, over an hour.

We were trying to decide
how to come clean to him.

Honest. Ask Alma.

Alma was married to
Oscar, cheating with you.

She's not an alibi.

I was here, I swear.

Look, you can track my phone

with that satellite stuff
you guys got, right?

You'll see I'm being straight.

Jay, I need you to
look into Hector Griego.

Phone calls, credit cards... all
his movements for the last week

leading up to the murder.

Carrie, we got a big problem.

The independent
ballistics report came in.

And it is the same
as the NYPD lab.

Striations on the round,
strike mark on the primer.

There is no doubt
about it, Carrie.

Al's gun was used
to kill Oscar Payn.

So, we look into Hector Griego,
we find out who took Al's gun,

how they got it...

They arrested him, Carrie.

They arrested Al.

Lieutenant Burns,
was it really your gun?

Where is he?

They're processing
him in Rikers right now.

I'm gonna do your thumb.

And your forefingers.

It's got a little alcohol pad
you can use there, Lieutenant.

Danny, look at me.

I know the drill.

Hey.

How's he doing?

As well as can be expected.

I updated him on everything,
but the D.A.'s office

has thrown in a monkey wrench.

A plea deal.

25 years.

If Al turns us
down, we go to trial

and he's looking at life.

He's got 48 hours to decide.

Al's not gonna plead out.

The D.A. says she has
Al threatening Payn's life.

Is that true?

Doesn't sound like Al.

Well, it may not sound
like him, but with ballistics,

Al's history with Payn
and this new information,

I do not have a
lot to work with.

GUARD: On the
line. Eyes forward.

Mouth shut.

Not bangin' no more.

Does Al have protective custody?

No. Not yet. You
need to get it for him.

You understand me? You
need to get it for him now.

AL: Tumbling Sixes?
That's impossible.

I know what I saw.

If you're gonna tell
me to be careful,

you shut it.

My gun.

It must've been out of your
possession at some point.

It's with me at all
times. I told you that.

Well, not at night.

You don't sleep with it.

This I know.

Although there
was that one time.

It's on my night table at home.

It's in my locker
when I go to the gym.

The only two
times it's not on me.

Could you have had

a tech check it
or had it cleaned?

I do all that myself.

Breakdown, cleaning.

When was the last time you
qualified at the gun range?

Like, a week ago.

And did you check your
personal weapon, too?

Yeah, I leave my service
piece with the range officer.

But the range, the locker
room... That's all cops.

If someone switched out
the weapon and replaced it

in your locker, you
would never know.

Why couldn't it be a cop?

What cop would do that?

One that has a grudge
against you and Oscar Payn.

What?

The officer who was killed
when we took down Payn...

Her name was Melissa Quinn.

As in Captain Vincent Quinn?

That's her father.

She also had a grandfather
who won two medals for valor.

Not to mention her
brother Brendan,

another hero
currently on the job.

But framing people
and murdering,

that is not the Quinn way.

They are cops.

They know their way
around that gun range.

They have access
to the locker room,

motive, means, opportunity.

Did they blame you
for Melissa's death?

I tried to contact them.

They wouldn't talk to me.

They were mourning
the loss of their daughter.

But they're a cop family.

They know the rules of the job.

This is about a
father and his little girl.

What happened that night?

The night she was killed.

Melissa was a real... go-getter.

Was always trying to prove
she was one of the family.

The Mighty Quinns.

We were waiting on ESU.

I gave the order to hold.

She went in anyway.

That little girl...
Did you tell them

that she disobeyed
a direct order

and that's what got her killed?

I wanted to protect her memory.

She comes from cop royalty.

They needed to
remember her as a hero.

I'm going to talk
to Vincent Quinn.

You shouldn't do that.

You don't know how
connected those people are.

They don't scare me.

They should.

Detective Wells, I've
been expecting you.

Captain Quinn,
I'm here to... I know.

You think my family
framed your partner.

What makes you say that?

Because it would
be the angle I'd work.

Melissa's shield.

Mm-hmm. Do you
have children, Detective?

No.

Then you can't understand
what that loss is like.

Bad as it was, it wouldn't
lead us to do what you think.

What would you
do if you were me?

I'd make sure I knew my
partner as well as I thought I did.

I know Al.

And I know my family.

You're chasing the wrong lead.

So you won't mind me
talking to them then?

I would ask that
you respect the fact

that we've been through enough.

We don't talk about Melissa.

We don't speak
your partner's name.

And we certainly don't discuss
the criminal who murdered her.

I understand.

And I do respect what
you've been through,

but as strongly as you
feel about your family,

I feel about my partner.

And I know he did not
murder Oscar Payn.

I know it.

Hey. How'd your
meeting with IAB go?

It went good.

Good for you or good for Al?

What are you saying?
You said you heard.

Al threatening Payn's
life; now, miraculously,

the D.A. has Al
threatening Payn's life.

I didn't say a word.

Now, I know you're under
a lot of pressure here,

but you're not the
only one in Al's corner.

You should know that.

Look.

Asking my opinion,
guy deserves life.

What is this?

Some reporter caught up with Al

when Oscar Payn was sentenced

five years ago.

I'm not gonna shed any
tears if he dies in prison.

He's safer there,
I'll tell you that.

Carrie, if a jury sees this...

I'm sorry, Jay.

I'm sorry.

All right, the Quinns.

Got anything on them?

Now, you're not gonna
believe this, Carrie,

but Brendan Quinn,
Melissa's brother...

Not only does he
work at Barrett Road,

he was on duty at the
gun range last Wednesday.

Same day Al was there.

That's fantastic.

GUARD: Hold it right there.

To your right.

Eyes forward.

On the lock in.

GUARD: On the
floor! On the floor!

Stand down! No,
no! On the floor!

Let's go. Let's
go. Stop fighting.

I count 13

out of 15, Detective. Nice work.

Actually, one round
went through a hole

I already made.

If I had a buck for
every time I heard...

14 out of 15 then.

Yeah.

Hey, is Brendan
Quinn here today?

He said I should
stop by and say hi.

I'm sure he's in the
range shack. Oh.

I still got to check that
double. No offense.

None taken.

Hello?

Hi.

My father told me to expect you.

But this is pretty damn bold.

Sneaking around my office.

Well, if you just point me in
the direction of Rudy Vernon,

I'll get out of your hair.

I don't know.

He didn't come in
today. What do you care?

You and Rudy were both
working when Al Burns qualified,

weren't you?

If you say so. So what?

And Rudy was the range
officer that inspected Al's gun.

Again... so what?

Where were you the night
Oscar Payn was murdered?

I was with my sister Kathleen.

Now get the hell out.

I'm not gonna stop.

Oh, I'm afraid.

I'm very afraid.

JAY: I'm all over
Brendan Quinn's

credit cards, ATM...

Anything that can place
him near the Payn murder.

Also looking for
his sister's address.

What do you have on Rudy Vernon?

Not much. He's got a pretty
standard record on the force.

Now, according
to his bank records,

he's about three months
behind on his mortgage.

Well, maybe if I make
it sweet enough for him,

he'll flip on his
friend Brendan.

Good idea. You need an address?

How is 428 Brickenhoff?

Damn, you're good.

I bet you you're there
already, ain't you?

No way. In fact,

I'm on the other side of town.

I got to go.

MAN: 911. What's your emergency?

Officer down. 428 Brickenhoff.

You need to send somebody now.

Well, hello, fellas.

What'd they get you for,
Eliot? You know, I told him

not to flush paper towels;
it's right there on the sign.

You're interfering with
an IAB investigation.

An investigation or a frame job?

Vincent Quinn and I go way back.

Apparently, you were
harassing his son.

What? Two consenting adults

can't have a simple
conversation?

Not if it pertains to this case.

Detective Wells,
you're suspended.

Someone murdered Rudy
Vernon to clean up a mess,

and it wasn't Al, so
who the hell was it?

Detective Wells, I'm
gonna need your shield

and your service weapon.

As of this moment, you
are indeed suspended.

What?

Indefinitely.

Your gun and your
shield, Detective.

You can't do this.

I warned you.

Your gun and your
shield, Detective.

Sure.

You should confer
with a union attorney

to prepare yourself for an
expulsion trial date forthwith.

"Forthwith"?

What? No desk duty for me?

No.

You're bad for morale.

And you're a
disruptive presence.

And I want you out of here now.

Coward.

That was quite the performance.

Oh, you should've
seen my Willy Loman.

Roslyn High School. Hmm.

Great fun, except
for that bald cap.

I still can't stand the
smell of spirit gum.

Listen, we're
running out of time.

Al was almost
shanked last night.

One of the Tumbling Sixes.

I knew this was gonna happen.

We have got to get him out
of there before they kill him.

We will.

I am going to keep IAB

as contained as I can. You?

You go suspend yourself.

Get to work.

Yes, sir.

I'm worried about you.

I need you to stop
before you're out of a job.

It's too late. Eliot
already suspended me.

What? But don't
worry about that.

Listen to me. Brendan Quinn.

He was working with Rudy
Vernon at the gun range

the day your gun was stolen.

Rudy Vernon?

He's dead. Murdered.

I'm gonna find out what
Brendan Quinn knows.

You go near the
Quinns, they'll arrest you.

I'm not letting you go away
for something you didn't do.

There is no me without you.

We're a team.

So, what are we gonna do?

There's a solid wall of blue.

Melissa's shield.

There is one Quinn, a
sister... She's not a cop.

Yeah, Melissa's sister Kathleen.

Kathleen is who
Brendan said he was with

the night Oscar
Payn was murdered.

Maybe she's our
way over the wall.

The infamous Carrie Wells.

Come on in. I really
want to talk to you.

I'm surprised.

I'm sure your father
warned you about me.

You want to talk about
my brother, Brendan.

Yeah. Please.

Brendan said he was with you

the night Oscar
Payn was murdered.

He was. We had dinner,
and he spent the night.

He does that sometimes.

The kids love him.

He was here the entire night?

Well, he was here at
10:00 when I went to bed.

He was still here at
6:00 when I got up

to make the kids breakfast.

Leaves eight hours he was alone.

Look, Detective Wells... Carrie.

I know you suspect my
family of some terrible things.

But I guarantee my
father and my brother

had nothing to do
with Oscar Payn.

They wouldn't violate
their own ethics.

We call it the "Quinn Code."

They arrested Al.

They're processing
him in Rikers right now.

VINCENT: You think my
family framed your partner.

Who's this?

It's Dom. Dominic Moreno.

Friend of the family? Yeah.

He was Melissa's boyfriend.

They were engaged, in fact,

but Melissa broke up with
him shortly before... she died.

Why?

I think she was in
love with someone else.

She never told me who.

But I remember it
was really hard for her.

How did he take the breakup?

Not well.

He used to be really
close to our family,

almost like another brother.

But then after Melissa died,

we sort of just drifted apart.

You don't think
Dom's involved in this?

Did she tell you who
she was in love with?

She said it was complicated.

Complicated how?

I think she meant he was
married or maybe outranked her.

"Outranked her"?

Is it possible she
was in love with...

Al Burns, my partner?

Carrie, if Melissa did have
feelings for your partner,

she would never
have crossed that line.

The "Quinn Code," right?

Exactly.

Except Dominic
Moreno... He's not a Quinn.

Only you could
get me to Astoria.

Technically, it's
Long Island City.

It's still Queens, which is
technical enough for me.

This... personnel folder

for Dominic Moreno.

You want to tell me what
his connection is to all this?

Not yet.

I need a little
more information.

Rudy Vernon, a cop... He
worked out at the gun range.

I need anything that ties him

to Dominic Moreno.

Phone calls, check
stubs, any contact at all.

I'll try.

And if you ever
want to fill me in...

Thank you, Eliot.

Wells?

I need you to be
sure on this one.

Dead to rights.

If you're wrong, we all go down.

CARRIE: Dominic Moreno.

Who?

He's NYPD and Melissa
Quinn's ex-fiancé.

Didn't even know
she had a boyfriend.

She never mentioned him.

Well, she would
never have told you.

What do you mean?

I think she was
in love with you.

She was a detective
under my command.

Al, I was a detective
under your command.

That's different.

She worked for me and that's it.

What does this have
to do with anything?

Motive.

Dominic Moreno

is a cop, he's a sharpshooter,

and his ex-fiancé
was in love with you.

All right, so I.

Yes, if we can place
him at the gun range,

we may have enough.

I've never seen
any of these guys.

Are you sure?

You know what?
Let's try an experiment.

Don't look at me like
that. It's gonna be easy.

Just... close your eyes.

I'm not gonna close my eyes.

If Dominic Moreno was
there at the gun range,

if he was shadowing
you, you probably saw him.

Close your eyes.

Let's start from where
you lost your gun.

I want to take you
back to the firing range.

You weren't there.
How's this gonna help?

I've been there before.

And I remember everything.

So I can set the
scene. Close your eyes.

Take a breath.
You park your car.

Mm-hmm.

You head towards
the range shack.

Mm-hmm.

It's about 1:00 p.m.

The weather report says

there's gonna be a
breeze coming northwest

off the river.

Yeah, okay. Okay?

Now, which stall
did you shoot at?

I don't know.

Al, you can do this.

Now, you were standing
behind the firing line.

Which way did you turn
when you left the range shack?

Right. Right.

I went right.

CARRIE: Okay.

AL: Stall 16.

CARRIE: That's great.
And when you were done,

the range officer came over
and checked your weapon.

AL: Yeah. I remember that.

CARRIE: Who did you see.

AL: There was a guy

wearing a knee
brace; he was limping.

CARRIE: All right.
That's Brendan Quinn.

Look around, do you see

anybody else there? Just relax.

Try to remember.

This guy... This
guy, he was there.

That's Dominic
Moreno. You did it!

With a little help.

So, let's say Dominic
Moreno paid Rudy Vernon

to switch the guns.

But how do we prove
it? Vernon's dead.

Not the Quinns again.

Carrie, I'm serious.

All right. I'll shut it.

My patrol officers
have a response time

of five minutes, so
you better be quick.

I'm looking for your son.

Brendan? He's at work.

No, he's not and
he's not at home.

Listen, I'm not here
to accuse your family...

or to bring up
difficult memories.

But there's something
I have to tell you.

The night Melissa's squad
went after Oscar Payn,

Al Burns tried to protect her.

How? By sending her walking
into the barrel of an AK?

No, he told her to
hold her position

and she disobeyed his order.

That's not true.

By his own incident report,
he sent her to her death.

He wrote that report because
he didn't want it on record

that she died
disobeying an order.

He knew what that would do

to your family and he knew
what it would do to you.

Please... leave.

I can't, because I'm
telling you the truth

and I need you to believe me.

Look, just take a second

and think about the
way it all went down.

Oscar Payn and his drug dealers

had an eight-year-old
girl hostage.

ESU and Hostage were
still five minutes out.

The deadline was seconds away.

Melissa had the only clear shot,

but she had to
expose herself to get it.

You know what your
daughter would have done.

One time...

She must have been
eight-years-old herself...

The family next door
had this stupid cat,

kept getting
itself stuck places.

One Sunday night,

we had everyone over for dinner.

Somebody notices Melissa's
been gone for a while.

Family of cops, you
know, so we panic.

Everyone's looking everywhere.

She was 40 feet up
in that neighbor's tree

with that stupid
cat in her arms.

Couldn't figure out
how to get down.

Why are you here?

I believe that Dominic Moreno
blamed Al for Melissa's death.

I think he murdered Oscar Payn

and he's framing my partner.

What's this have
to do with Brendan?

Moreno was at the gun
range when Al last qualified.

I think he took Al's Sig Sauer

and replaced it with
an identical model.

Now, I need to know
what Brendan knows.

This is Captain Quinn. I'm
looking for my son Brendan.

Are you sure?

All right. Thanks.

That's not good.

Dominic dropped by.

They left together on foot.

Is there anywhere you
can think of they might go?

Anywhere of
significance to them?

They went to high
school together.

Hung out every summer.

KATHLEEN: But I guarantee,
my father and my brother

had nothing to do
with Oscar Payn.

They were lifeguards
together, weren't they?

Yeah, they were.

How far is Breezy Point
Beach from the gun range?

Half a mile. I'll drive.

Man, this place.

You see these fancy-ass
bathrooms they got in there?

Remember Melissa crushing
us swimming out to the jetty?

She was the best
swimmer of all of us.

She was the best
everything of all of us.

I miss her every
minute of every day.

Yeah. Me too.

So, uh, what's going on?

There's this cop
from Major Crimes

that said something
that worried me.

Like what?

I didn't want to believe her.

I don't... want to
believe her, but...

uh, Rudy Vernon
turning up murdered.

I don't know, Dom.

That's not on Al Burns.

Here.

Just in case something
goes sideways.

Thanks.

Just tell me you didn't do this.

Didn't do what?

Don't play stupid.

I was there when you stole those
Playboys from that news stand.

I know that face.

You're acting crazy, man.

You just got to
tell me the truth.

About what?!

I can help you.

We can sort this out.

No. No. Dom!

You left me... all of you.

Right when I need you most.

Yeah, after Melissa...

you turned into ghosts.

What was that
about? I had no one!

You know that's not true.

We all reached out,
we wanted to help...

Oh, bull!

'Cause if you really
wanted to help,

you would want to take
down Burns as much as I did.

He took her away from me
and then he got her killed.

He took my life away.

Backup needs a few
minutes to get in position.

We don't have a few minutes.

We'll go down to
the station house,

we'll talk this out.

Yeah, I got a better idea.

If you go away, no one
knows I was at the firing range,

and Burns stays
in the joint for life.

That cop knows.

Nah. She can't prove it.

Only you can.

I'm sorry, brother,
I-I really am, but...

VINCENT: Dominic!

Captain Vincent.

You want to take out a
Quinn, then start with me!

Come on. Come on.

Stay on the ground.

Excuse me.

That's from Al Burns.

You're gonna have to cuff
him and read him his rights.

I'm a civilian.

You're a cop.

And a damn good one.

Let me have that.

Just in case my old pal

Melvin Stearns asks
how a suspended officer

ended up with a weapon.

You know, I am starting to like

what I see of this "Quinn Code."

Want to hear a
funny story? Sure.

Melvin Stearns... turns out,

someone informed the
mayor of Melvin's penchant for

golfing vacations in the Poconos

and his curious little habit
of charging his green fees

to the Department's
recreation budget.

Really?

It's all good though.

I mean, they were looking for
a Chief of Parking Enforcement

out in Gowanus anyway.

Well, it couldn't have
happened to a nicer guy.

Was he There's a cake, right?

There's got to be a cake. Al!

MURRAY: Hey! Hey, buddy.

JAY: Boss, I got
something for you.

Oh.

What can I say? I splurged.

I'm just kidding.

It's good to have
you back, Burns.

Thank you.

Took you long enough
to get me out of jail.

Well, I had to make a
little stop along the way.

Yeah?

That trifecta you
couldn't remember?

It paid off. Give me
20 minutes with this

at the blackjack
table and I will triple it.

Triple? Quadruple.

I think we already
beat the odds today.

Yeah.

How about I take
you out to dinner?

Christoffe's?

Ooh. Last time we were there,

I had the Moroccan
chicken. It was raw...

We haven't been
there in, like, two years.

Two years, two months, one day.

Trust me.

Always do.

I have a question for you.

How could you not know

Melissa Quinn was
in love with you?

Because at the time, I was
in love with someone else.

Marjorie Binstock. What?

Little blonde, worked
down in evidence.

Always smelled like oranges. Oh.

Think it was her conditioner.

You know what I think?

I think we should
go to Christoffe's.

You deserve raw Moroccan
chicken and food poisoning.

Take your money.

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