All language subtitles for MrSWr1016

Tonight on Murder She Wrote.

I say,
make first time graffiti-writing a felony.

Lock up the perpetrators
and throw away the key.

You mean I'm going to be published?

That's exactly what I mean!
Congratulations!

Go ahead and quit the band!

You ain't that hot anyways.

There'll be over 100 birds

entered in this year's classic.

Should be some spectacle.

Solid on the wallet, home-slice.

I figure I'm $10,000 richer.

If I see a gun in that hand,

you're a dead man.

They're lying. I saw him.

I've committed a mortal sin,

and Chris is going to suffer for it.

I hope you're clever enough
to stay away from Alida.

Can we include a crime?

I'd be very disappointed if you didn't.

When are you gonna get off my case?

When you start acting like a man

about something!

I want to talk to you

about being in two places
at the same time.

See anything?

Uh-uh.

Hey, boys.

Hey, how you doin'?

Hey, baby.

Hey. How you doin', huh?

How you doin'? Let me see.

How you doin', huh?

Nothing but the best for my baby.

Nice night.

Is that your new chick?

Hey, careful.

Hey, Chris.

He's not much.

You're wrong about this one.

Not likely.

You'll never get a decent bird

out of this tired old breeding stock
your father left you.

When are you gonna get yourself a job?

I've been thinking about
going back to school.

Garcia.

Again? Which building?

Get a clean-up crew down there.

What the hell does this
damn Choe have against me?

Alida says you're a great teacher.

I don't think this is very good,

but then I haven't taken your class yet.

Thank you, Chris.
This will give us a jumpstart.

And welcome to the class.

Thanks.

Alida, by the way,

it's been such a long time
since the Butler did it

that I never guessed.

She's gonna like The Racers.

- After your stuff? Sure.
- Wrong.

All right, everybody. This afternoon,

we're going to discuss character.

It's the characters that can make or break

any work of fiction.

The more alive they are,

the more they express their feelings,

the better your writing is going to be.

And one of the best ways I know

to start getting feeling
into your characters

is to get in touch with your own feelings.

So your next assignment

will be to create a family
of five individual characters

and then write how each reacts

to learning that
a sixth member of the family

has cheated them all out of
a ten million dollar inheritance.

Are there any questions?

Can we include a crime?

Well, I'd be very disappointed
if you didn't.

I'll look forward
to seeing you all next week.

Well, what'd you think?

- She's cool.
- Yeah, she is cool.

Listen, you want to get a cup of coffee?

Hey, we've got rehearsal.

Oh, that's right. I'll meet you there.

Chris and I have some catching up to do.

Why are you doing this to me?

Why don't you chill out?

We've got two new songs to add,

and Tammy's waiting for us. Come on.

I'm sorry, Chris.

How about coming to the cafe
while we rehearse?

Ah, forget it.

Well, I'll see you later, then.

Much later.

♪ When the palm leaves start to sway ♪

♪ and the band begins to play ♪

♪ there is nothing we can do ♪

♪ let the rhythm take you ♪

♪ full moon rhythm ♪

♪ it soothes my soul,
I'm losing control ♪

♪ full moon rhythm ♪

♪ it's spinning me round
when the sun goes down ♪

♪ full moon rhythm ♪

♪ Under the moon,
beneath the stars ♪

♪ we'll keep dancing ♪

♪ 'cause the night is ours ♪

Alida looks adorable.

Why don't you invite her to the house
for dinner anymore?

Ma, I told you, she works, she writes.

She doesn't have time.

I'm sure she can make time for you.

Ma.

Maria... let it go.

One, two, three, four.

Mrs. Fletcher, will you do me the honor?

I'd be delighted, Sergeant.

The graffiti squad's going bananas.

I just hope this thing does some good.

It's a very complex problem, Sergeant.

Yeah, so they tell me.

When I first made detective,

Alida's father was my rabbi,

he was my friend, my counselor.

When he died, I thought I'd pay him back

by looking after Alida...

like a big brother, you know?

That's interesting.

You know, she's written
about some of that.

The girl in her story--
She feels pressured

by this new found big brother

who wants her to go to college.

All right.
The tunes you're hearing tonight

are being brought to you bye... Full Moon!

Now, tell me, everybody,
are we having fun in the house?

Good, good!

Now let's give a great big hand

to the lady who threw this slammin' jam--

The principal of Columbus High

and the mother of our
beautiful bass guitarist Tammy Fisher--

Mrs. Barbara Fisher! Come on, give it up!

Hi, mom.

I want to thank all of you

for your generous donations
in time and money

to our local anti-graffiti campaign,

with a special thanks to Mr. Frank Garcia

who personally purchased
and turned over to the police

four infrared cameras that can see

and record graffiti writing in the dark.

Amazing. Thank you.

Do you know Mr. Garcia?

Oh, yeah.

I know Mr. Garcia.

And now our host-- Mario Fernandez.

Thank you, Mrs. Fisher.

Ladies and gentlemen...

in gratitude
to this very hot young group,

and because I like having my place back,
I--

Ay, ay, ay.

I am offering Full Moon a two-week gig

here at Koffee Kafe
starting tomorrow night!

Let's hear it, huh?

Thank you very much, Mr. Fernandez.

And, on behalf of Full Moon, we accept!

But you're gonna have to do something

about this wack sound system you have

if you want us to rock the house.

Great party.

Yes, I'm having fun.

Well, there's fun and...

fun. Ha ha!

You look sensational.

Thank you. How about later?

Coffee? A drink?

Don't you ever give up?

Not when I really want something.

Why are you putting up with this guy?

Because he's my husband...

- and your stepfather.
- Like hell.

Chris!

Here you go.

Mmm, mmm!

That's good cake.

My wife baked it.

You know, I gotta hand it to you, man.

You are a very clever businessman.

Heh. Well...

in the spirit of the evening,

you're really not a bad a cop.

I just hope you're clever enough

to stay away from Alida.

Alida can take care of herself.

You keep hitting on her,

she won't have to.

That pie is good, too.

Ha ha! Tammy is a first-class musician.

Thank you. All the kids are excellent.

You really must
come to dinner one evening.

Tammy would love it.

The band is off on Sundays.
That good for you?

Sounds great to me. Thanks.

Jessica, all those years ago at college,

did you ever think
we would spend an evening in Manhattan

for a cause like anti-graffiti?

No way, Barbara.

Good night, Jessica.

Good night, Barbara.

- Call an ambulance right away!
- Get help!

Don't move her!

Tammy's up at the hospital.

Barbara is
about to go into emergency surgery,

but they're optimistic.

Good, good. Because so am I.

This statement's gonna nail Frank Garcia.

With what you saw of the license plates

and your description of the car

matched up to prove it was his.

When he finds out
how much time he's gonna do,

I'm gonna get him to
start doing some talking

about his other dirty ventures...
like loan sharking.

Excuse me, Sergeant,
but we've run into some problems.

The cabbie's not gonna help at all.

Said he was blinded by the headlights.

Also, Garcia claims his car
was stolen around eleven o'clock.

That's a half hour before the accident.

- It gets worse.
- Spit it out.

Two witnesses...
his foreman Tom Gregory and his wife,

say he was with them.

They're lying. I saw him.

Sure they are. But there are two of them.

They claim he was with them for an hour.

We gotta find Garcia's passenger...

or a corroborative witness
to back you up...

or there's no way we can book him.

Come on, baby, where are you?

You heard anything about your car?

It's probably in the East river.

Let the insurance company worry about it.

There she is.

You did good.

Real good.

Seven minutes, 35 seconds
from Battery Park.

Damn good time.

The race with Mario Fernandez still on?

A hundred miles for 5,000 bucks.

Where'd you disappear to last night?

Took a walk. Got tired of the crowd.

I think what you got tired of

was watching Manny come on to Alida.
They left together.

When are you gonna get off my case?

When you start acting like a man
about something!

Good morning, you two.

Morning, ma.

I brought some cheese Danish

and jelly donuts.

That's all right. I gotta get going.

If you could only just try to get
along with him!

Why is it always my fault?

I try. He doesn't.

Garcia.

I'll be there.

They found my car in Washington Heights.

Stripped.

What was it that you wanted
to talk to me about?

Your story, Plain,

I submitted it
to my publisher's editorial board.

They're making selections

for a young writers anthology

coming out this summer.

They accepted it.

You mean I'm going to be published?

That's exactly what I mean!
Congratulations!

That is awesome! Oh, I cannot believe it.

Of course, you're going to have to
make some revisions,

correct the galleys...

- Just like you do.
- Mm-hmm.

I don't know what to say. I am so happy.

Thank you. Thank you so much,
Mrs. Fletcher.

Have you read Chris' story?

Yesterday afternoon.

I think I'm going to enjoy
having him in my class.

That's great.

Yes?

Will you tell the officer
that I will be right down?

Thank you.

What was that all about?

I've decided to amend my statement
about the hit-and-run.

Can I give you a lift uptown?

No. No, thanks.

I, um, have some things that I have to do.

Alida, are you all right?

Oh, I'm more than all right,
Mrs. Fletcher.

I'm just so excited about this story.

Comb, street map,

auto registration,
keys to your apartment, glasses.

Sign. Keep a copy.

You know, I had a talk with your foreman,

Tom Gregory, and his wife.

You know what I think?

I think he's losing his nerve.

I think he's gonna crack...

and blow away your alibi.

Sorry, Sergeant.

Tom and his wife aren't gonna crack

because they're telling the truth.

- Good morning, Mrs. Fletcher.
- Mr. Garcia.

I want you to know I understand.

As a businessman, I've seen it so often--

People under stress
saying something they regret later.

You must've been in a state of shock.

Your good friend
suddenly struck down that way.

Mr. Garcia, I know what I saw.

Ohh. Nice guy, huh?

Here's the statement
with the changes you requested.

Mrs. Fletcher,
we're gonna make this count.

That's a list of what
we found inside his car.

I suggest you call Maria Garcia.

We're on the same channel.
I already did that.

Claire de Lune's not her brand.

Lofton.

Uh-huh.

Okay, thanks.

The graffiti detail's got something.

I'd appreciate it if you'd come along.

Oh, of course.

I've got one of the few
red racing pigeons in Manhattan.

All set with the Montauk Racing Club?

Oh, yeah. I'll drive both the birds there
this afternoon.

What about you, Garcia?

Are you still
planning on entering this race?

Easy, Joe.

I hear you have a pair of
Austrian breeders.

Yes, I do.

How much do you want?

They're not for sale.

And I'm giving the first chick
to your stepson

for helping me out.

It's about time somebody else around here

got a shot at the best breeders.

Age has its privileges, Joe.

But you do keep pushing it.

All right. I set your clocks identical,

and I'm locking them up.

What do you say we up the bet to 10,000?

Come on.
You've been doing a lot of talking

about your big red, Mario.

You're on, Frankie.

Five hundred for the breeders, Joe.
Take it or leave it.

No way.

I hope you nail him to the wall.

Took me five years
and a broken arm to pay back Garcia

for what I had to borrow from that pig
to set this place up.

All the while,
his enforcers were leaning on me.

It killed my wife.

What you got?

Oh, that's interesting.

But I don't know
how much good it's gonna do.

I can't arrest anyone for a hit-and-run

on the basis of graffiti art.

Could I borrow one of your photographs,
Sergeant?

Sure. You got something?

I'm not sure.

Now. Nice.

- Hello?
- Joe, it's Mario.

Hello, Mario. Time of release.

Three thirty-eight fifty.

The westerleys are blowing pretty hard.

I doubt the birds will do better than
35 miles an hour

flying into that headwind.

Even if
the Long Island Expressway's jammed,

I ought to be home before they are.

All right.

♪ Should've thought twice ♪

♪ should've thought twice ♪

♪ should've thought twice ♪

♪ about your lying eyes ♪

♪ should've thought twice ♪

♪ should've thought twice ♪

♪ should've thought twice ♪

♪ ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

What'll you have, Mrs. Fletcher?

- How about a double espresso?
- Coming up.

- This new sound system is awesome.
- Great.

How'd the race come out?

Solid on the wallet, home-slice.

I figure I'm $10,000 richer.

Red got home at 6:08.

But I haven't heard from Garcia yet.

Figures, huh?

Ha ha! Come on.

Hi, Mrs. Fletcher.

Hi, Jessica. The hospital called.

Mom's out of surgery. Everything's cool.

All right!

I'm heading up there.

You be sure to give her my very best.

- I will, thank you.
- By the way...

did either one of you see Chris?

- Mm-mm.
- He hasn't been around.

I'll see you.

Bye.

That was such a great set.

They wouldn't even let us off the stand.

You should've seen Manny,

just getting off on that synthesizer.

It was great.

Is there a special reason
why you wanted to see Chris?

Alida, when they found Frank Garcia's car,

there was a lipstick in it.

It was this brand, Claire de Lune.

Oh, really?

It doesn't belong to Maria.

I just started using that.

Mrs. Fletcher--

Alida...

did Frank Garcia threaten you?

Yes. Yes, he did.

He threatened me.
Mrs. Fletcher, I've been so scared.

He swore that if I told anyone,

he'd have me killed, and I believed him.

So, just what was going on
between you and Garcia?

Listen, he'd hit on me before...

and I always told him to get lost.

But just not last night.

- Can I finish?
- Mm-hmm.

I was coming out of Koffee Kafe,
and he was there.

I guess I didn't want to go home yet.

He said that he had a few good friends

that could help Full Moon
get signed to a label.

Anyways, there was this party
on Park Avenue.

And... I did not know he was drunk,

not until I got in the car.

Then he hit Mrs. Fisher.
I tried to get out of the car.

He pulled me back inside.

Looks like we've got our
corroborative witness

against Garcia.

Two witnesses.
I believe I know who Choe is.

Chris Garcia.

I have a handwriting sample

that might be acceptable
evidence in court.

But more importantly, it's the way

the hit-and-run graffiti was painted...

Telling us that Frank Garcia
was the driver,

but protecting Alida
by not depicting her at all.

Why didn't you just come straight out

and tell us what you saw
in the first place?

Afraid you couldn't be Choe anymore?
Is that the big deal?

No. I wanted to nail my stepfather.

But I didn't want to
get Alida into trouble.

I would've had to tell you
she was in the car.

Are you quite sure
that your stepfather came up here?

Yeah. He was clocking his bird,

the one that was racing in from Montauk.

Oh, my God!

A lot of people knew Frank came up here.

Any one of them
could've been interested in his money.

But there's only one thing, Mrs. Garcia--

Frank had over $400 in his wallet.

Right in line with the exit wound,

a .380.

This is the bird
that came in from Montauk.

You see his ID band's been removed.

The first thing my stepfather
would've done

after the pigeon landed

is to take off the band
and put it into the clock

to record the official time.

Do you mind, Chris?

My father used to raise pigeons.

This will tell us
what time the bird got in.

Let's see here.

Six-oh-seven and 25 seconds.

Could the time on the clock
have been altered, forward or backwards?

No way.
If the clock's opened or tampered with,

it automatically punches a hole
in the recording tape

and quits working.

So we can assume Garcia was murdered

sometime after 6:07?

Is there any way off this roof

except the stairwell?

There's a fire escape over there.

Chris, where were you
at 6:07 or thereafter?

Chris came home about six o'clock.

And then he stayed with me
in the apartment after that.

Book him... on graffiti violation.

- Calvin?
- Oh, Chris.

Come on, let's go.

And hold him overnight
for questioning in Garcia's murder.

You got it.

And find out who owed Garcia money
and how much.

Look, I don't want it to be the kid
any more than you do.

Last night,
you said that Garcia was a loan shark.

That should give you
a long list of suspects all by itself--

What, with the outrageous
interest they charge

and the brutality
that comes with this kind of business.

But now there's Chris.

And he hated his stepfather.

And he knew he would
be up here by himself.

Sergeant, Chris acted out his feelings

when he did that graffiti painting.

I find it hard to believe
he killed Garcia afterward.

Unless he figured
we wouldn't get the message.

Looks like you'll get out of this
with no harm done.

You are very lucky.

But you can't keep going around
asking for trouble,

which is exactly what you were doing

when you got in that car with Garcia.

Vic, you have to stop doing this.

Stop doing what?

Just stop treating me
like I'm your little sister!

Listen, I know the way you felt
about my dad and all,

but I am not your responsibility, okay?

Yeah, okay. Okay, fine.

The big brother thing is over.

But I want you to understand something.

If you ever need me, for anything,

anything at all...

I'll be here.

- You got it?
- Got it.

You can be a real pain, Lofton.

Don't think I don't appreciate it.

I'll see you later, okay?

- Hey, guys.
- Hey, Alida.

How are you doing?

How's your mother?

They let me talk to her for a few minutes.

She's gonna be okay.

- Good.
- She's been through so much.

I'm glad Garcia's dead.

He deserved to die.

Uh, I'm late. I gotta go.

- Later.
- Bye.

A messenger brought this over
to the cafe for you.

It's from Mrs. Fletcher's publisher,
isn't it?

Yes!

A certificate of authorship.

I have to sign this

before they can go ahead with my story.

A certificate of authorship.

My first one!

So I guess this means
you're gonna quit the band, right?

No, I'm not gonna quit the band.

Go ahead and quit the band!

You ain't that hot anyways!
I'll find someone else.

Hey, wait a minute!
Don't cop an attitude with me, Manny.

I don't want to make this either/or.

And I don't want to leave you and Tammy.

You guys are my friends.

So don't make me do it.

Yeah, the DA wants us to hold him.

He thinks we got a case.

What about the people
that owed Garcia money?

He didn't keep a written record.

A lot of members of the racing club

had to know that he'd be on that roof.

I know, but nobody saw him
coming or going.

Mrs. Fletcher, Chris is still all we have.

Well, thank you, Sergeant.

You've been very helpful, father.

And now if you'll excuse me.

Come in.

I don't want to disturb you.

Oh, Maria, please come inside.

I came to make arrangements
with father Albert

for Frank's funeral.

I didn't sleep all night.

Have you talked to Chris?

They wouldn't let me.
They said they were still questioning him.

He didn't kill his stepfather,
I know he didn't.

Of course you do.

You told Sergeant Lofton
that he was with you.

He was.

Are you sure about the time?

Yes.

Maria, I called your apartment last night

sometime after 6:00.

I wanted to locate Chris.

Nobody answered.

Maybe we just didn't hear the phone.

We were there.

Maria, if you're being honest,

you have nothing to worry about.

Oh, God.

Jessica...

I've committed a mortal sin,

and Chris is going to suffer for it.
I didn't mean--

Excuse me, Mrs. Fletcher.

Father Albert said Mrs. Garcia was here.

I can't speak with you now.

- Mr. Fernandez--
- Only take a second.

I want to convey my deepest sympathies.

I know what a difficult time
this must be for you.

This is for you. It's your money.

I don't understand.

Ten thousand dollars.

I lost it to Frank yesterday on the race.

I thought I'd won,
and then I heard from Joe Mancuso

that his bird beat mine by one minute.

I couldn't believe it.

I don't want it.

It'll come in handy at a time like this.

Give it to the parish.

Just give it to the parish, Mr. Fernandez.

I will.

Once again, my condolences.

Mrs. Fletcher.

Now, what was it
that you started to tell me?

So, Mrs. Garcia...

what time did you actually get home
last evening?

- Six forty-five.
- Aha.

And you didn't see Chris until then?

No, I didn't.

Uh-huh. Well, Chris...

you've obviously lied, too.

Yes.

Where were you between 6:00 and 6:45?

In the apartment.

Well, Chris, we just got this in.

What you're about to see was taken

from the infrared cameras
your stepfather donated

to the anti-graffiti drive.

They went into operation last night.

At 6:15,

seven minutes after Frank Garcia

logged his racing bird.

And that's you
coming down the fire escape...

from the rooftop where he was shot.

Okay. I want to make a confession.

I killed my stepfather.

It's simple, Mrs. Fletcher.

I hated him, so I killed him.

Why don't you believe me?

Because I think
you're trying to protect your mother.

Look, Chris, there's absolutely nothing

to back up your confession.

Not the gun you used,

or the gloves you said you wore.

I told you, I threw them in a storm drain.

They'll find them.

It's important
that you know something, Chris.

No matter what happens to you,

your mother isn't a suspect
and never will be.

That isn't true. They'll arrest her.

She was downtown yesterday afternoon,

and arrived back in the neighborhood

on the Columbus Avenue bus
just before 6:00.

She visited four local stores.

The police are satisfied.

There's no way
she could've gone to the roof

to kill Frank Garcia in that time.

- So she's safe?
- And very worried about you.

But nobody can help you

unless you play it straight.

I came home about ten minutes after 6:00,

and I went up to the roof.

I was curious about the race.

He was dead. I panicked.

I thought Ma had lost it and killed him.

I just wanted to get out of there

as fast as I could.

I went down the fire escape

instead of the stairs
so I wouldn't meet anyone.

Down the fire escape to where?

To the Koffee Kafe.

But I never went in.

By the time I got there, I calmed down

and figured I'd better
get back to the apartment

in case Ma needed me.

Did anyone see you near the Koffee Kafe?

I don't know. I don't think so.

The cops gonna believe me?

You weren't on the best of terms
with your stepfather.

It showed, huh?

You defaced his buildings.

The police will want more than your word.

Mrs. Fletcher, can you
please do me a favor?

The pigeons in the loft--

Ma can't deal with them.

Could you call Joe Mancuso for me?

Thanks.

The race will start
at Wilmington, Delaware.

That's right. You'd better
get your application in right away.

Yeah, there'll be over 100 birds

in this year's classic.

Should be some kind of spectacle.

Mrs. Fletcher,
you tell Chris not to worry.

I'll take care of everything.

That'll be a load off his chest,
Mr. Mancuso.

Garcia had it coming.

He hurt a lot of people.

Do you think the boy did it?

No. I don't.

Good. Mrs. Fletcher?

Could you also tell Chris

that the DNA from his little white pigeon
came back from the lab?

The bird's a female.

I'll let him know.

Here are the pigeons
I told you about, Joe.

Aren't they beautiful?

Mr. Mancuso, I'm going to need a favor...

if you're willing.

Mrs. Fletcher.

Ah, good evening, Mr. Fernandez.

Where's Mrs. Garcia?
I was supposed to meet her here.

Yes, she phoned you. She wanted you

to have one of Frank's breeding pairs.

Right, she said she was pleased
I gave that 10,000 to the parish.

She wanted to show her appreciation.

Maria got called away.

Ah, well, maybe I'd better
come back later.

No, don't go, Mr. Fernandez.

I want to talk to you about
being in two places

at the same time.

Two places, huh?

So what's the joke, Mrs. Fletcher?

It's about
a pigeon race that wasn't a race at all,

about your killing Frank Garcia at 6:07,

and then making it look like
you were on your own roof

a mile away at 6:08.

I don't know what you're trying to build,
but it won't work.

I think it will, Mr. Fernandez.

I found this red feather

near Frank Garcia's racing clock.

And Frank Garcia didn't have a red bird.

A blood feather that proves

that your red bird was right here,

and there's no way it could've been here
unless you brought it.

Come on, now.
Red racing pigeons may be rare,

but I do not have
the only one in Manhattan.

Oh, agreed. But the DNA lab

will be able to make a specific match
with your red.

And once the police have that,

they can reconstruct, just as I have,

how you murdered Frank Garcia.

Then we mustn't let the police have it...

Or allow you to talk to them.

Fernandez!
If I see a gun in that hand,

you're a dead man.

Look at what we got.

You're under arrest

for the murder of Frank Garcia.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say
can and will be used against you

in a court of law.

This is entrapment!

Now way you'll prove all this, Lofton!

Let me help things along here,
Mr. Fernandez.

I notice that you seem
to have an excellent cash business,

and yet you were
chronically short of funds.

I remembered Manny Castillo riding you

about the Koffee Kafe's poor sound system.

And I have to wonder how,
the very next day,

when you opened,
you had state-of-the-art equipment.

I called the company
that made the equipment.

You paid cash and a fat premium

to set the system up on the same day.

Then there was that 10,000

you tried to press on Maria Garcia.

It was as if you'd been relieved

of a crippling financial burden...

Like weekly payments to a loan shark.

But it was in
the pigeon shop this afternoon

when it really occurred to me

what you tried to pull off.

One of Mr. Mancuso's customers

brought in two cages, one in each hand,

and it came home to me that
that was your trick.

You took two cages out of Montauk,
not one,

and four racing pigeons, not two.

And two of those birds would never race.

What was I gonna do?

You gotta understand,
Garcia had been bleeding me for months.

When he challenged me to the match race,

that's when I hit on the idea
to get rid of him.

The two that left Montauk
were my racing birds,

but they had phony ID bands,

and they both flew back to my loft.

The two that were supposed to race,
Garcia's and mine...

I never took them out of the cage.

I drove them back to Manhattan.

I used the fire escape
to get up to Garcia's roof

and brought my own racing clock with me.

I had Garcia remove
the racing ID band from his bird,

put his bird back in his cage,
then clock it in.

The time punched by the clock

showed that the bird had arrived at 6:07.

Then I got rid of him.

Then I used my own racing clock

to prove that my bird
had arrived at my loft at 6:08.

It made no difference

that it took me ten minutes
to get back to my own loft.

It would always look
like I was on that roof

to punch in Red at 6:08.

Finally, I put Garcia's bird in his loft

and got out of there.

I went down to the club,
and that gave me an alibi

for the rest of the night.
It was perfect...

except for me accidentally pulling out
that damn feather

when I went to get his ID band.

Lock him up.

Come on.

Mrs. Fletcher, one other thing--

If Fernandez went down that fire escape,

how come he wasn't on
the infrared videotape by Chris?

I wondered about that
when Fernandez mentioned it.

Then I realized that the infrared cameras

were probably set to go on
at the same time as the streetlights.

They were.

So it was still too light at 6:08,

and Fernandez got away clean.

Almost.

You look great, Mrs. Fisher.

- Doesn't she?
- Thank you.

So how's it going, Chris?

Good. I started my sentence today.

Can't say I'm looking
forward to two months

of cleaning up other people's graffiti.

It'll teach me not to do that again.

But the good news is,

I enrolled at City college.

That means we'll get to see more
of each other.

Count on it. Oh, there's one other thing.

I volunteered to be
a part of a city program.

- Doing what?
- Working with kids who want to paint.

Coaching them. But at places that are
okayed ahead of time.

I'll drink to that.

You know, Chris... you're all right, bro.

- Hey.
- Cheers.