"Bad Moon Rising" by CCR.
♪ I see the bad moon arising. ♪
♪ I see trouble on the way. ♪
♪ I see earthquakes and lightnin'. ♪
♪ I see bad times today. ♪
♪ Don't go around tonight, ♪
♪ Well, it's bound to take your life, ♪
♪ There's a bad moon on the rise. ♪
♪ I hear hurricanes ablowing. ♪
♪ I know the end is coming soon. ♪
♪ Don't go around tonight, ♪
♪ Well, it's bound to take your life, ♪
♪ There's a bad moon on the rise. ♪
Daddy! Daddy!
♪ Against The Wall 1x03 ♪ We Have A Cop In Trouble Original Air Date on August 14, 2011
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
Aunt Abby, Aunt Abby. What am I? What am I?
A bunny rabbit.
No, what am I? What am I?
- [Whispered] Kangaroo. - Kangaroo!
I got a report of a family disturbance.
Girls: Uncle Richie!
Oh, all right, up against the wall, you two.
Up against the wall. Arms over your head.
Assume the position.
[Girls laugh]
All right. Uh-oh.
What do we have here, huh?
That's mine!
I believe we have an unregistered bedazzled comb.
You have the right to roast me a marshmallow.
Any use of Graham crackers and chocolate
will not be used against you in a court of law.
Do you understand these rights?
Go. Go roast me a marshmallow.
Marshmallow, go, go, go.
[Groans]
You're not sleeping, are you?
No, not much.
I smell garlic.
Everywhere.
Because I killed a kid behind a pizza place,
shrink says.
You know, association.
Could be worse.
You could be smelling marshmallows.
Abby.
Why are you on birth control pills?
Hmm?
Who are you sleeping with?
I had to use your bathroom. I saw 'em on the sink.
Okay, get your kids and get off my roof.
You know who it is?
No idea.
Daddy! Daddy! Let me make you...
Hey, girls. [Girls chatter]
So you talk to your buddy Carl Scott?
Heard anything more on my case?
For the last time, Carl Scott is not my buddy.
But I do know they're looking at Brody for planting the gun.
Yeah, I know that. What else?
I'm being boxed out.
My Lieutenant told me to stay away from it.
So what?
No, I mean it, so what?
I'm trying to figure out if I killed an unarmed kid
and if my partner's stupid enough
to try to protect me from that.
I can't be your mole, Richie.
That's right.
You're already a rat.
Thanks, Abby.
Morning.
You here for some coffee?
Just teasing.
We both know why you're here.
I think we go to dinner tonight and talk about it.
This ain't a gun in my pocket.
No snubnose on me.
More like a bazooka.
Okay, thank you.
I know you wanna know what's going on
in your brother's case.
And I want to know what your face looks like
when I rock your world.
You're an Internal Affairs Detective.
You're sexually harassing
another Internal Affairs Detective.
I could file a complaint
and have your ass kicked off the force.
I bet you like Tequila, si?
I know a great Mexican place.
- Oh, really? - Morning, boss.
Abby thinks that Lovie's gonna leave
when his contract's up.
That's right.
And I think it would be a disaster.
I love Lovie. Love him.
What do you think, boss?
Think we'll get a new coach?
I think you better not be discussing
her brother's investigation.
We were just talking football.
Good.
You got a case.
Flores has him in interview "A."
How many tickets have you gotten?
14.
In two weeks?
One a day.
They're all bogus, all right?
Two of them are moving violations.
The rest are fix-it tickets.
Not enough air pressure in my tire, crap like that.
Look, this is harassment, okay?
I'm being harassed,
and I want it stopped.
Tire inflation is not crap.
What?
Tire inflation is not crap.
It's an important component of road safety.
Where'd you get your tat?
Cook County.
What were you in for?
Selling dope. What's the difference?
Is that gonna make you ignore my complaint now?
Absolutely not, Mr. Hughes.
How many cops are doing this?
There's four of them, all right?
One of them is stalking me.
How?
He walks his mutt past my apartment every night.
He's been doing it for a couple of weeks now.
It's the same guy right here, this Whiteside guy.
Now look, ladies, I got no beef with this cop.
I mean, I like cops.
Are you gonna make it stop or what?
Hey, man.
Hey. You good?
Yeah, man. Yeah.
Where you been hiding?
Was at the shrink.
Is that why you look like crap?
Listen, we gotta talk about some stuff.
Okay.
I told I.A. I saw you put the gun on the ground.
Yeah, you and one other witness.
I had to tell them what I saw.
Okay. Whatever.
You know, why don't you tell me what I saw?
What, are you working for I.A. now?
Tell me I didn't shoot an unarmed kid.
Did you see me go to the trunk of the car
and get a gun?
Did you ever see me leave your side?
The kid was down, okay?
I didn't know if he was dead, so I cleared his gun.
I put it in my waistband.
A couple minutes later, I see it in my pants,
I take it out, I put it back down on the ground again.
I wasn't thinking, okay? It was stupid.
I never saw a gun in his hand.
- I did. - All I saw was metal.
It was a gun.
Anything else?
Yeah, hold on.
You smell garlic?
Yeah, so?
His name was Jamarcus Lawrence, 15.
President of the sophomore class.
Honor roll.
Played football and basketball.
Armed robber. Say anything about that?
He has a little sister.
His mother works two jobs
and volunteers in a woman's shelter.
He coulda killed our son.
So instead our son killed him.
Don't go see his mother again.
Want another pickle?
I want you not to see Janice Lawrence again.
And another pickle, yeah.
Listen, Richie isn't happy he had to shoot him,
but he followed procedure.
Have you seen him?
Laura said he isn't eating.
He isn't sleeping.
I'm worried about both of them.
Laura isn't herself either.
She told me Richie isn't even interested in sex.
I know.
She never talks to me about their sex life.
Would you stop with the--
listen, I know Richie's having a hard time.
Internal Affairs is all over him.
What do you expect?
All they gotta do is find out if that kid--
Jamarcus.
Jamarcus got the gun.
Case closed.
We all move on.
Not all of us.
Eight of the tickets were written
by Officer Max Whiteside,
four by Kevin Nesbitt,
and one each from officers Ray Chang
and Mary Alquist,
all from the 27th District.
Who's his sergeant?
Lenny Butler. I left him a message.
Yeah, right.
Lenny was the first guy I met
after I got here from Toronto.
We used to mess around on the ice together at 6:00 a.m.
Call it hockey.
The week after I transferred into I.A.,
Lenny's a no-show.
I haven't seen him since.
Tell him I said hi.
Will do.
What else?
Charlie Hughes did four years at county
for selling pot.
He got out of prison 15 days ago.
The next day he gets his first ticket.
I talked to his P.O.
Charlie Hughes is also a white supremacist
and a firebug.
He set fire to the laundry and the prison yard.
These cops are who you're investigating, Kowalski.
Have one or all of them engaged in misconduct?
Hear what I'm trying to tell you?
- Yes, sir. - What am I trying to tell you?
That even if the complainant is an ex-con
who deserves the grief,
we still gotta take it seriously.
Start with the alleged stalker,
the one who's writing most of the tickets.
Have a nice day.
[Dog barking]
Office Whiteside?
Lina Flores. Abby Kowalski.
Internal Affairs.
We can go downtown, wait for your union rep,
or you can answer a few questions here.
What questions?
Charlie Hughes.
You wrote him eight tickets.
Every one of them by the book.
Sounds like you don't like him.
I'm just doing my job.
Daddy, you forgot my suitcase!
Honey, did you get my blanket?
- Got it and your pillow. - Thank you.
I'm just gonna go make sure the back door is locked.
I didn't forget your suitcase.
You were stuffing more books into it.
Hey. Number nine, huh?
Robbie Gould.
Greatest kicker on the planet.
Right?
Yeah.
Go say good-bye to Butkus.
Okay. Butkus, Butkus, we're leaving! Give me a kiss.
I need to go.
My daughter's due at the hospital
for a skin graft.
You want to ask me more questions,
make sure my union rep's there.
What's Butler doing now?
Still doing paperwork.
Listen to this.
Charlie's been questioned in five arson investigations,
never arrested.
A witness spotted him in the field
where the fire that burned Whiteside's daughter started.
He had a girlfriend alibi they couldn't bust.
He even had a fresh burn on his wrist.
What did the D.A. want,
a video of Charlie starting the fire?
I think Whiteside's showing restraint.
Papadol's gonna ask, did Whiteside use
the company database to keep track of Charlie?
Who hasn't used the department database
for personal reasons? I have.
Haven't you?
Butler's had plenty of time to look over that warrant.
Let's go.
You ready to talk to us?
As you know, our investigations are administrative,
not criminal,
so you have no right to remain silent.
If you wanna ignore our questions
and take a hit with disciplinary action,
we're cool with that too.
So which is it, Sergeant Butler?
Are we wasting our time?
You're wasting mine.
Tell us about Max Whiteside and Charlie Hughes.
Max Whiteside is an outstanding cop
with a perfect record.
Charlie Hughes is...
Is a citizen who should not be operating a motor vehicle
on our city streets.
14 tickets in two weeks sound excessive to you?
No, that sounds like good police work.
Do you know Whiteside's daughter?
Lovely girl.
She's a beautiful girl.
All the volunteers are right back here.
We'll put you on desserts since you like to bake.
Meet Janice.
Janice, this is Sheila.
Janice has just suffered an unimaginable loss,
her 15-year-old son.
I'm praying for your broken heart, honey.
Let me help you with that.
Excuse me.
Have we met before?
No.
But I read about your son,
and the newspaper said that you're accepting donations
for Jamarcus's funeral.
Thank you.
You wrote Charlie four tickets.
Three were for low tire pressure.
Correct.
One was for rosary beads
hanging from his rearview mirror.
Section 12-503 of the IVC.
No person shall drive a motor vehicle--
We get it, we know. You and Whiteside are buds.
You came up through the academy together.
You got his back, right?
What are you doing here, Nesbitt?
Taking a break.
Across the street from where Charlie works?
Hey!
Hey, you believe me now, huh? Whoa!
Put it down. Put the tire iron down.
I'm watching you too, buddy.
Give that thing to her.
What you got?
What you got for me now, huh?
Oh, come on!
You jaywalked, sir.
That is very, very dangerous.
Thousands of pedestrians are killed each year
because they jaywalk.
Please use the crosswalks from now on.
Here you go.
Have a nice day.
Am I dismissed now or...
Oh, oh, oh.
You see what I'm talking about?
Charlie...
You see what I'm talking about, huh?
Okay.
A meter maid.
Chicago P.D. at its finest, huh?
Charlie, you did jaywalk.
So did you! [Overlapping arguing]
Just calm down!
I'm Nell Corzon. I'm Charlie's boss.
I'm sorry about that.
Neighborhood like this, we need the coppers sometimes.
I don't want no trouble.
Is that why you hire ex-cons?
I am an ex-con.
I did the crime, I paid the time.
I'm moving on.
So yeah, I believe in second chances.
What if you didn't pay the time?
You think you're gonna solve a five-year-old arson case?
It's a murder case.
Two people died. Three homes were destroyed.
And Casey Whiteside spent four months in the hospital.
So a badge and a worthy grudge,
and you get a free pass, is that it?
I just don't think we have a case.
It doesn't matter. We have a complaint.
And that's what matters. Catch me up to speed.
All the cops in the 27th District are ticket-happy.
Whiteside averages ten tickets a day,
mostly minor infractions.
So there's no way we can prove differential treatment.
What about the stalking?
Five neighbors picked Whiteside's picture
out of a six pack.
Said they'd seen him in the past couple of weeks
walking his dog.
How'd he get his address?
We're still checking on that.
- I think we should drop it. - Oh, you do?
You've been here two weeks. You think we should drop it.
What else do you think?
Honestly?
Sure.
Investigations like this is why people hate you guys.
Us guys?
You're one of us unless you want me to kick your ass out.
No, sir.
We got a cop in trouble here.
Instead of protecting him,
you need to help him before this escalates,
because there's no way this story ends well.
Whiteside has two commendations for bravery.
I've looked into his disciplinary
and complimentary histories.
He's got no bad time on him. He's a good cop.
He's an angry cop.
And I don't blame him, but he needs counseling.
So get me something I can use
to get him off the street for a few months.
Get him the help he needs.
Oh, you're kidding me.
Carl Scott offered you information on Reggie's case
in exchange for sex?
- Blatant. - Disgusting.
You need to file a complaint.
Stay away from that guy.
I'm gonna have sex with him
for the family.
I'm gonna get him.
I just need to find my moment.
He's a pig.
Mom, you okay?
How well do you know Brody?
Do you think he'd plant a gun?
What scares me is I know he'd do anything
for Richie and vice versa.
Janice said Jamarcus couldn't have had a gun.
Did you go back and see Janice Lawrence?
She doesn't know who I am.
What are you doing?
I think we're becoming friends.
Mom, she doesn't know who you are.
She doesn't have to know who I am.
This is so not good.
I just need to know she's okay.
What's so bad about that?
Mom, please.
Okay, okay, I'll call you tomorrow, okay, honey?
Bye. I love you.
Mom.
[Door opens, closes]
Hey, I need to see you.
You okay?
You're in I.A. You tell me.
I'm being shut out.
So you'll screw me, but you won't help me.
Help you what?
Carl Scott says the gun I put next to the kid,
it was used in a robbery three years ago.
He says I took it off some skell,
kept it on me in case I needed a drop gun.
What'd you tell him?
[Knock at door]
Open up, it's Richie!
Oh.
Brody, you in there? Open up.
- Where you going? - Bathroom.
No, no, you can't go in the bathroom.
He always has to take a piss.
Under the bed.
What?
I'm sorry.
Just go under the bed, okay?
[Sighs]
I'm sorry.
Brody.
Brody!
Brody, open up.
[Knocking continues]
Sit down. We need to talk.
Richie, what are you doing here?
You and I are gonna have a beer.
Sit down.
Bro, it's 2:00 in the morning.
[Sighs]
You didn't ride your bike over here, did you?
The EL. Don't change the subject.
What's the subject?
I gotta know right now.
But first I gotta piss. [Quietly sighs]
Whose bra, bro?
Is this from the other night?
Huh? What's her name?
The chief's assistant. The redhead, right?
[Chuckles]
Hey, let's go eat.
Wait! Wait, wait, wait, wait. Hold up, for real now, okay?
For real now, I love you, man.
We've been partners for almost three years,
and we've been through some shit, right?
[Mouths words] Yeah.
- Right? - Yes.
[Belches] Oh, excuse me.
[Toilet flushes]
You always got my back.
And I always got yours.
But there's something that you need to know, okay?
You ever shoot an unarmed kid,
I'm not throwing down a drop gun.
I'm not doing that for you.
I'm not doing that for you either.
Yeah?
No way.
Okay.
What can I say? Okay.
Let's go eat. Let's go eat, all right.
One more thing.
No garlic, okay?
No garlic.
- Okay, no garlic. - Let's go. Let's do this.
All right.
Ow.
He's part of our investigation.
Your victim's name is Charlie Hughes.
That his tow truck?
Yeah.
Thanks. I appreciate it. Thanks.
Hey.
He was shot once in the head.
No witnesses.
Homicide's gonna ask
what your card was doing in his pocket.
- What should I say? - The truth.
I already told 'em about Charlie's complaint
and his connection to Whiteside.
You think Whiteside did this?
I don't know.
You don't know.
I just got here.
Thanks for your help.
Excuse me while I go do a little real police work.
He's a jerk.
Anyone ever not hate us?
No. But answer his question.
Do you think Whiteside did this?
Hey, honey.
Did you take $500 out of the bank yesterday?
Yes.
The kids okay?
I didn't spend it on the kids.
What did you spend it on?
Sheila?
You spent $500 without discussing it with me,
and now you won't tell me what you did with it?
$1,708.04.
That's how much you spent on your truck last year
without discussing a dime of it with me.
I gave it to Jamarcus's mother
to help her pay for her son's funeral.
- What? - You heard me.
Why are you doing this?
She needs help.
Have you told her who you are?
No.
Because you know exactly what that woman will do
if she finds out who you are.
Honey, I'm trying to understand here.
Janice told me Jamarcus didn't know how
to shoot a gun.
And the whole time I'm thinking,
well, I'm glad Richie does.
- So you feel guilty. - I don't know.
This isn't any more your fault
than it is Janice's.
My son killed her son!
Because he had to.
Did you think it would never happen?
We are a family of cops, five of us.
Five guns.
The odds were not in our favor.
Sooner or later,
one of us was gonna shoot somebody.
I just never thought about the person
that you were gonna have to shoot.
Morning, sexy.
Where were you last night?
Thought we were going to dinner.
No thanks, Carl.
You sure?
I'm about to wrap up your brother's case.
If you want it to go well, you'll let me buy you
a nice thick steak and a couple dry Martinis.
And then we'll go back to your place,
and you can thank me.
How's that sound?
Sounds like extortion.
Chop House at eight.
Corner booth in the bar.
Wear something that shows off your boobs.
[Groans]
Ugh.
Be careful with him. He's a prick.
Mm-hmm.
Oh, man, little Carlos was kicking me all night.
He's not kicking. He's dancing.
Kowalski, what'd you find out from homicide?
- That they don't like to share. - Well, too bad.
We asked. They have to share.
Are they giving you a hard time?
We're working on it.
A jogger called 911 at 6:36 a.m.
to report a body near a tow truck.
Coroner puts time of death between 10:00 p.m. and midnight.
Have they talked to Whiteside?
They're on their way now.
They looking at anyone else?
Nell Corzon, Charlie's boss.
They both did time for dealing pot.
Maybe they got back into business
and had some sort of dispute.
You don't think Whiteside killed Charlie?
He's so disciplined,
from writing those tickets to walking his dog.
To go from that to putting a bullet
in the back of Charlie's head...
Where was Whiteside last night
between 10:00 and midnight?
St. Theresa's Hospital.
His daughter was having a skin graft.
[Machinery beeping]
[Indistinct pa announcements]
Lina Flores. Abby Kowalski.
We need to speak to your husband.
Two detectives already spoke to my husband.
What's going on?
Where is your husband?
Downstairs getting his breakfast.
Is this about Charlie Hughes?
You think Max killed him?
Well, he didn't.
He was right here with me all night.
How do you know Charlie?
He did this to our daughter.
- What are you doing here? - Relax, Whiteside.
We just need to talk to you for a few minutes.
You need to leave.
After you answer a few questions.
I want a union rep.
Make the call. We'll wait.
[Dialing]
Okay, Whiteside.
You're under arrest for the murder of Charlie Hughes.
- What? - Hands behind your back.
This is ridiculous. He didn't kill anyone.
- You've gotta be kidding me. - Mommy.
- Honey. - You've gotta help me, please.
I didn't do this.
Detective Kowalski, I didn't--help me!
Where's your attorney?
She left to make a phone call.
Do I need her?
Nothing you say can be used in your criminal investigation.
We're here strictly in an administrative capacity.
See if I'm fit for duty?
To see if we can help.
I didn't kill him.
Were you at the hospital all night?
I know there's video
of me leaving the hospital for a while.
I just went for a walk to clear my head.
Right during the time Charlie was murdered.
I didn't kill him.
Where did you go?
- For a walk. - Where?
I just walked all over.
What happened to your hand?
You get in a fight?
You asked us to help you.
I didn't kill him. I didn't have the guts.
That's all I'm gonna say.
[Distant bell chimes]
Hey.
Hey, you gave me a lot of money.
How come?
I just wanted to help.
You rich?
No.
Do you know the name of the police officer
who shot Jamarcus?
Richard Kowalski.
He's my son.
Now hear me out, please. Just hear me out, please.
At first all I could think of
was the pain that you were in.
And then I needed to see you.
And then I wanted to see you.
Why?
To tell you I'm sorry.
You're sorry?
You bitch!
You're sorry?
You think my son's life
is only worth $500?
No, I just wanted to help.
I just wanted to help you.
Well, I'm coming after your boy.
And I'm suing the whole police department.
I understand.
My son did not have a gun.
My son would not have shot him if he didn't.
White cop.
Black kid.
We heard this story before.
Jamarcus robbed a Quickie Mart.
They have it on the video tape.
I know that.
But it just doesn't make sense.
Jamarcus wasn't a thief.
I didn't raise a thief.
I saw the tape.
And that's my child.
But I just don't understand.
I'll never understand.
Why did he do this?
[Sighs]
I think we can find out.
How?
If you want to know, we'll find out.
Why is Whiteside jerking us around?
What's he hiding?
Whiteside left the hospital at 9:51 p.m.
And got back at 1:12 a.m.
Whiteside could take the EL west to Austin,
kill Charlie, get back on the EL,
and be back to the hospital by 1:00 a.m. easy.
Okay, a call came in to Nell's Towing at 9:55 p.m.
Someone with a flat tire at 361 Riverside.
He left the hospital at 9:51,
at the call was made at 9:55?
- Yeah. - Setup?
Maybe.
Homicide get a warrant
to check Whiteside's phone records?
- Looks like it. - Oh. Thank you.
Nell sent Charlie out on the call.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
We need to bring Nell in for a chat.
Hi, can I help you?
Mom. Are you okay?
Everything's fine. You must be Lina.
Yes, ma'am.
Nice to meet you, Mrs. Kowalski.
And you, congratulations on little Carlos.
Three more months?
And this will be our last one.
We'll have four about the same age span as your four.
Nice to know you survived.
Survived and thrived. It's the honor of my life.
I know what you mean.
I'll meet you downstairs.
Okay.
I need a favor.
I would have brought in
the log book for you to tear apart,
but the cops took it.
Do you remember what time the call came in?
Yes, I do. Trap door.
Just before ten.
It was a flat tire. I dispatched Charlie.
Sent him to 361 Riverside.
Do you remember the name of the caller?
Mary Ann Smith.
- It was a woman? - Mary Ann Smith?
Lovie Smith's wife?
Yeah, that's what I thought too
until she told me she was driving an '87 Taurus.
Could be a coincidence.
I don't believe in coincidences.
Mary Ann Smith is a pretty common name.
Think about it.
You've never set up anyone to be murdered before.
You're nervous.
You have to come up with a fake name.
If you're a Bears fan,
maybe you use the name of our coach's wife.
Are we going to dinner tonight?
No.
I was there last night.
Wondering what John Brody was doing.
I got bored till you showed up.
I got so excited.
I thought you'd be there a few minutes.
Four hours later.
They leave around 3:00 a.m.
You do your walk of shame eight minutes later.
Or were you all there to talk about the case?
Oh!
I have had it with you.
You sure?
I'm about to wrap up your brother's case.
If you want it to go well, you'll let me buy you
a nice thick steak and a couple dry Martinis.
Then we'll go back to your place,
and you can thank me. How's that sound?
Sounds like extortion.
Chop House at eight.
Corner booth in the bar.
Wear something that shows off your boobs.
Hmm.
So we both got a tape.
Mmm.
My tape gets you fired.
Your tape gets me dinged a few weeks' pay.
Papadol is gonna hear my tape
unless you do three things.
Number one, tell me everything about my brother's case.
Number two, leave me alone for the rest of your life.
Number three, give me the memory card in that camera.
Now!
[Groans]
Richie and Brody's case?
They're both cleared.
Jamarcus got the gun from his cousin.
[Groans]
This is for you.
A Gouldie bear. Thank you.
Who's your favorite Bear?
My favorite Bear, Brian Urlacher.
That's my daddy's favorite Bear.
Sweetie, mommy needs to talk to them for a few minutes.
You need to rest up.
I can't wait for this Sunday.
You a Bears fan too?
Where do you think she got it?
We're wondering why you lied, Diane.
You said your husband never left the room
the night of Charlie's murder.
We have proof that he was gone over three hours.
I must have fallen asleep.
What about you?
I went for coffee.
Walked the halls. Maybe made a phone call?
Officer Nesbitt.
Hi.
Hey.
What happened?
Are you okay?
Uh, bad guy kicked me with his boot.
Guess who got tickets for the Bears and the Packers, huh?
You did.
You and your mom.
What about you? I want you to come too.
Sweetie, we can talk about this tomorrow.
You need to sleep.
They're having an affair.
Trust me, they are.
Got a lot of nerve coming here.
Let's go downtown. You and Mrs. Whiteside.
Why?
We're trying to clear your friend
and her husband of homicide charges.
Why wouldn't you?
I read your field report from today.
There's nothing about an altercation
with a bad guy and his boot.
Do you always write down everything that happens?
Beating like that, I would.
I think you got into a fight
but it wasn't with a bad guy.
It was with your friend, Max Whiteside.
Had you gotten into an argument?
No.
Max just likes to go for walks.
He left the hospital at 9:51 p.m.
Four minutes later, someone called Nell's Towing
and reported a flat tire.
We thought it was your husband.
Until we found out it was a woman.
All your other calls that night
were made from your cell phone, Diane.
Except this one at 9:55 from a pay phone.
Diane's cell phone records.
I'm sure you told her not to use a cell phone,
but civilians, they forget.
She's my friend. So she called me.
16 times the day and the night of Charlie's murder?
I understand. I really do.
I would want to do the same thing,
and if my husband wouldn't help,
I might turn to my lover too.
Did she have to talk you into it,
or were you proud to do something
her husband didn't have the guts to do?
This was Casey's 11th skin graft.
I think Max is numb to it.
You'll never be.
Charlie Hughes never spent one day in jail
for what he did to her.
But the best Max could do
was write tickets?
What kind of man is that?
What kind of father is that?
You wanted Charlie dead.
Now I want an attorney.
What gun did you use?
Where'd you put it? Did you dump it?
Where is it?
Really?
Okay, I don't think you're dumb enough
to put the murder weapon in your locker,
but let's see, shall we?
I want a lawyer.
Okay.
But I'm still gonna search your locker.
You need to wait for my lawyer.
No, I don't.
Your locker is city property, and I'm I.A.
Shall we take a drive?
She kept making phone calls,
and finally I looked at her phone.
I thought maybe she was seeing somebody,
but I never thought it was Kevin.
Did you see Kevin's number?
16 times.
I left to get my head on straight,
and I just started walking.
Got on the EL, ended up at Kevin's house,
but he wasn't there.
What time was this?
10:30.
Kevin got home 12:15.
He told me he loved her.
And then you beat the shit out of him.
Mm-hmm.
I gotta get back to Casey. My parents flew in.
Do you want a ride?
No.
I lose my job, I lose insurance for Casey.
You're not gonna lose your job.
That's not up to us, but most likely
you'll get time off and mandatory counseling.
I still can't believe any of this.
How did Diane-- I mean, what did she--
Diane called in the flat tire.
She used "Mary Ann Smith" as a fake name.
My partner jumped on it immediately.
Diane and Kevin are both being charged with murder one.
How am I gonna tell Casey?
No, no. Remember?
Forks go on the left.
But I eat with my right.
I know, honey, but--
Why do we even need forks? We have fingers.
I want fingers.
Hey, I'm with Ellen and Faith.
I wanna use my fingers. Down with forks.
All: Down with forks! Down with forks!
Hey, thanks, guys. Yeah. Not helping.
You rascal.
Did you find out about Jamarcus?
Yeah.
Apparently he told the woman behind the counter
he was sorry he was robbing her,
but his mom needed the rent money.
[Sighs]
I'm glad this is over for Rich.
I mean, no thanks to you.
I was taken off the case, Donnie.
Yeah, but you could have helped him.
Oh, so now it's okay I'm in I.A.?
No, it's not okay--
Okay, take it outside.
I don't wanna hear it.
Oh, something smells great.
I am starving.
Hey.
Grandpa, grandpa.
Hey.
You are bad.
I am?
Well, how 'bout I read a book to you?
- No! - Maybe I'll be good.
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Everything okay?
No.
But it's getting there.
Come on.
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