♪ ♪
(door creaking)
(people conversing indistinctly)
♪ ♪
Not bad, not bad.
For my sixth birthday,
my old man got mea pair of tube socks.
(gasps)You scared the hell out of me.
What are you doing here?
The party doesn't startfor another hour.
(No, no, no!
(gunshot)
(clattering)
MAN:Maria, call the cops.
WOMAN:Gino!
(sobbing):Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Gino!
No! Gino!
(woman sobbing)
(sirens approaching)
(siren wails, stops)
Shooter's in a clown outfit.He went in the alley.
We'll take thHey, stop!
In here, in the back,on the Where's the vfloor.
Freeze! NYPD!
Don't move! Freeze!
Put your h(gasps)your head!
I didn't do anything.
Get Down on the ground!
On your knees!Now all the way I didn't do anything!
You got a weapon on yNo!
Get your hands on your head!You got him?
I pat you down,I'm going to find a weapon?
You got the gun on you?
I got nothing.
(handcuffs clicking)
OFFICER:What the hell? Frank.
Frank!
What?!
Frank, what the hellis going on?
(speaking indistinctly)
All right, buddy, you cantake a seat. Thank you.
(low, indistinct conversations)
Don't say anything.
It's just betterif you don't say anything.
The vThe owner.side?
Gino Cressida.It's his son's sixth birthday.
Witnesses say a clownjust walked in and wasted him.
And when youshowed up,
the arresting officershad these guys detained?
Yeah. Now, some of thesecostumes are way off,
but more than half of them matchthe description witnesses gave
of the shooter they sawwalk across the street
and disappeardown the alley.
So one of these clownsmight actually be our killer.
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♪ Out here in the fields ♪
♪ I fight for my meals ♪
♪ I get my back into my living ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. ♪
(siren wailing)
(camera shutter clicking)
If you squirt me with thatthing, I will shoot you,
right here in frontof everybody,
you All right. me?
Look, it wasposted online.
It said show up at the cornerof Sullivan and Davis
at exactly 11:00 wearing a clownoutfit, you get 500 bucks.
Yeah.ucks?
Just show upand stand on the corner?
Nah, it said somethingabout distributing flyers.
Witnesses tell me you lookexactly like the clown
who walked into the bakery.
That's 'cause the adhad a photo attached to it.
Said there wasan extra 50 in it
if you camelooking exactly like it.
Don't go anywhere;I'm not done with you.
Hey, look, is there some kindof stipend here for cooperating?
I mean, this outfitput me back a hundred.
Sit down.
DANVILLE:Hi, Flack.
Hey.
Who shoots
the owner of a bakery?
I mean, really!
And at his kid's birthday party?
Single gunshot woundto the chest.
Shooter dropped the gun,walked out the front door.
Sounds like a hit.
Did we get the nameof the clown
he hirWife said the vic
took care of it.
We're looking intophone records.
FLACK: One of my guysfound these in a Dumpster
five blocks from here.
Looks like we're rounding upclowns out there
for no good reason.
Got to hand it to this guy--putting out that ad
so he could blend inwith the clowns?
Pretty smart.
What's our first move?
Leave the cannolisand take the gun.
♪ ♪
(trilling)
LINDSAY: The bullet shatteredinto multiple fragment,
so once Sid extracts them,
I'm gonna haveto reconstruct the bullet
and then run itthrough IBIS.
If it's that badly damaged,we may not be able
to get reliable striato make a comYeah.on.
I'll do my best,
but it's definitely gonna take a little time.
You download the CTdata of the wound path?
Yeah.
Then there'sa faster way.
♪ ♪
(beep, trilling)
♪ Don't pull your pantsbefore I go down ♪
♪ Don't turn away,this is my time ♪
♪ Don't make demands,I don't take none ♪
♪ Just say a prayerthat it goin' get done ♪
♪ Go ahead, go way low ♪
♪ Where I can do no harm ♪
♪ Go ahead, go way lowin my honey lovin' arms ♪
♪ Go ahead, go way lowwhere I can do no wrong ♪
♪ Got you around my fingerlike a lonely lover's charm. ♪
(song ends)
TAYLOR:Wound tracks don't match up.
So that's not our murder weapon.
I don't get it--whose gun is it,
and why was itat the scene?
Well, it's possible the shooterused a different gun,
then dropped this oneto put us off his track.
Mm. So, I'm still gonna needto extract the fragments
and reconstructthe bullet.
That's a lotof fragments.
I imagine it is.
So, what do you say, you gonnaskip lunch, help me out?
Nope.
I get to be the boss this week.
(groans)
I'm on it.
DANNY:Hey, Mac.
So, our clown's shoeswere covered in dust.
TAYLOR: They were found in a Dumpster.
DANNY: Yeah, but this was a very particular mixture of dust.
Contained a significant amount of carbon
and flecks of bone.
I extracted DNA;it came back human, female.
Hmm. Looks consistentwith talc or ash.
It alsocontained concrete.
So, what do we have, a burnedbody that was also buried?
Run DNA throughCODIS Missing Persons,
see if tAll right.nnection.
You know what,one more thing--
do you wear sneakersinside clown shoes?
Are you seriously asking me that question?
What, no good? What the helldo I know about clowns?
Look, I'm a brightman, Danny,
but I'm afraid I can'thelp you with that one.
HJo,
do you wear sneakersinside clown shoes?
I don't know--I don't own any.
CloSneakers.
Danny, get out of here.
Get me someanswers.
This case is gettingstranger by the second.
Trace I found onour victim's shirt: cyanide.
Our killer clown tried to poisonthe vic before he shot hi?
Virtually nothing'sadding up so far.
HAWKES:Clown, bakery owner,
mystery gun atthe crime scene, cyanide...
And Danny just found female DNA.
Hawkes, do you wear sneakersinside clown shoes?
Don't you start.
(Danville laughs)
How do you knowI'm calling from the crime lab?
I-I... Do you not havecaller I.D., sir?
O... Okay, well, listen,perhaps my...
Fine. You got me, okay?
I work at the New York CityCrime Lab, but I moonlight
as a criminal specializingin clown identity theft.
And my next caper, okay,is gonna be to defraud
the entire clown industryas Jumbles the Clown.
Hello?
You hung up on me.You... youhung up on me.
I hate clowns.
He hung up on me.
I sYeah.at.
Who exactlyhung up on you?
The New York Clown Registry.
All right. Startfrom the beginning.
Okay.
The vic's phone recordscould not tell me
who he hired as a clownfor the kid's birthday party.
Okay? So I went online,
to the ad the killer posted
and I scanned the photo,ran an image search,
and I came up empty.However,
I discovered that there'sa New York Clown Registry.
Like, they registertheir faces, actually.
It's a trademark thing.
So we match the makeupto the registered face,
(laughs)Yeah. I.D.
Okay. But Anal McGillicuddy,
he will not give methis guy's information
until I get a subpoena, okay?
So now I gAdam. Adam.l this...
Relax. Relax.
Okay. I'm relaxed.I'm relaxed.
Lay off the caffeine.
I want to meet the guy who blowsthe yolk out of these things.
I wonder what he doeson the weekend.
Do you not appreciatethe attention to detail
associated with thiskind of craftsmanship?
Yep.
There's a hole.
They put one at each end
and then they just suck the yolkright out of those things.
Mama and Aunt Evelyn
had it down to a science.
They would just paintthe most glorious eggs.
They were beautiful.
Okay. How cute is he?Look at that hair.
(laughs)
This is our guy.
(clapping loudly)
I wouldn't do thatif I were you.
Oh, I'm sorry. I was justtrying to see what...
Each individual egg
is meticulously hand-paintedto match the likeness
of our members.
A verytime-consuming process.
A process bestleft undisturbed,
particularly by the oilson your fingertips.
You don't walkinto the MoMA
and poke the Picassos, do you?
Anal McGillicuddy.
I beg your pardon?
I believe you talkedto one of my employees.
Detective Mac Taylor.
New York Crime Lab.
Oh, yes. Wonderful.
I see you have all the charmof your subordinate.
And I see you haOkay.
I think we have gotten offon the wrong foot here.
Can we start over?
I am Detective Danville.
We're looking for...
Save it, Kentucky.
Adam Ross faxedover the subpoena
five minutes ago.
I suppose he anticipatedyour lack of persuasive skills.
You're not very nice
for someone who worksat a clown registry.
(laughing)
Not all clowns are happy.
The name andthe address of the man
that you're looking forare in here.
Kindly show yourselves outwhen you're done.
Stan Ridgeway.
1023 Sutton Avenue.
FLACK:The last time we did this,didn't really work out for us.
He's a clown, Flack.He registered his face.
I'm just saying, the last timewe were in this position,
six bullets camethrough the door.
I'm pretty sure he doesn'tkeep his balloon gun loaded.
Why are you standingoff to the side, then?
I'm a little scared.
Stan Ridgeway? NYPD!
Three, two...
(muffled groaning)
(groaning)
(groans)
You okay?
RIDGEWAY:Oh, God. You tell me.
Head's pounding like he split itopen with a cannon.
It's nothing that a Band-Aidand a beer won't fix.
Did you get a good lookat the guy?
Uh, yeah.
Uh, dark hair, dark eyes,
clean-shaven.
Uh, jeans and a-a blue shirt.
FLACK:That's kind of generic, Stan.
Anything about him stick out?
Yeah, the barrel of his gun.
He had it pointedright between my eyes.
That door jamblooks pretty solid.
So how did he get in?
Look, I opened the door, okay?
He said he had a delivery.
He needed a signature.
(knocking on door)
MAN:I got a delivery.
Somebody's got to sign.
RIDGEWAY:Oh, my God. What the hell?
Okay. Okay. Okay.on your knees.
Don't shoot. Don't shoot.Don't Shut up!!
(groans)
Son of a bitcheven asked me how much
money I was gonna make today.
200 bucks or so.250 with tip?
Just please don't kill me.
Please. No.
No. No. No! No!
When I came to, he was gone,
and so was my clown suit.
Look, he took my hairand my nose, too.
I need those back.
Okay? They were specially made.
They're very expensive.
One of a kind.
All right.We'll see what we can do.
In the meantime,let's get you some ice.
♪ ♪
(trilling)
(sighs)
Lunchtime.
(computer beeping)
That was fast.
(sighs)
(typing)
Huh?
Mama, I'm not interested.
Because the last time you set meup on a blind date,
I had to handcuff the guywithin 20 minutes.
I do not havecontrol issuJo!
Mama, I'm at work.I have to call you back later.
Bye.
I got a hit in AFIS
on the prints that Dannylifted from the makeup.
I think I foundour killer clown.
Bobby Renton.
Oh, I keep telling Mac heneeds to give you a raise,
and he won'tlisten to me.
Renton's only arrestwas a fare beat eight years ago?
Doesn't quite fit the profileof a cold-blooded killer.
According tothe officer's report,
Renton lost his wallet,had no money,
jumped the turnstileat the subway station,
got arrested, and his printshave just been on file
And that's it?
No burglary, no assault?
Not even a public disturbance,and he get up this morning,
dresses like a clownand kills a man?
Gino Cressida's murderwas premeditated.
You don't just wake up onemorning and plan all that.
You're sure aboutthe match on AFIS?
Yeah. 15 pointsof comparison.
Definitely Renton's print.
There was something elsethat was odd.
Okay, he hasn't hada license in five years.
Don't need onein New York City.
Okay, butat the same time,
he got rid of his credit card,
moved from hisonly known address
in Queens, quit his job,
and doesn't existin any database
where you could findanything on anybody.
So I did a quickdate check.
It's like he started todisappear from his own life
all in the same day.
All in the same day?
All in the same day.
It's a possibility.
Thank you, Adam.
Did they contact you?
"They"?
The FBI.
We're expecting a call?
Well, they usually gettheir panties in a wad
when we start gettingin their business.
And we've done that?
Well, AFIS got usthe match off of the print
that Danny recoveredfrom Stan Ridgeway's makeup.
The nameis Bobby Renton.
He's gonna be toughto track down,
'cause Bobby hasn't existedfor the past five years.
Well, if he was in jail,there'd be a record of it.
If he was dead, there'dbe documentation.
But there's been no reportthat he's missing.
So you think
he's part of the FBI'switness protection program.
Exactly.
'Cause I... know the FBI.
And I also know
this overconfident agent
who just got offthe elevator.
He's right over there.
Overconfident?
What, you worked together?
Slept together.
My ex-husband.
You're leaving?
Oh, yeah.
I'm sure you're aware,Detective,
that our system alerts the FBI
to any inquiries made aboutour protected cooperatives.
Your lab's AFIS hitwas flagged.
So you want to tell me what yourinterest in Bobby Renton is?
We're looking for him.
Well, he'sa protected witness
in a secure location
outside of the stateof New York.
Agent Josephson,
we believe he's backin New York.
In fact, he's in Manhattan,
and he's a prime suspectin a murder investigation.
You seem pretty sureabout that.
We connected his printsto the crime.
Well, maybe you wantto run those prints
a second time, Detective.Double check.
You think we got this wrong?
Murder is definitely notin Bobby Renton's wheelhouse.
So, yeah, I think you gotthe wrong guy.
I imagine it'd be embarrassingfor the Bureau
to find out a witness wasn'twhere he was supposed to be,
living unprotected,
or worse, involved in a crime
the NYPD knows more about
than the FBI.
Trust me, this is not aboutthe Bureau's ego.
In fact, his protectionwas a request from the NYPD.
He's an informant for you guys,not us.
This was a favor
for Detective Don Flack.
Bobby Renton?
You sure about that?
Danny recovered his print fromStan Ridgeway's apartment.
So that puts himin Stan's place,
but it doesn'tmake him a killer.
He took Ridgeway'sclothes, Don,
dressed as a clown
and killed Gino Cressida.
Let's bring Stan in.
See if he can pick Bobbyout of a six-pack.
I'm missing something here.
You, the FBI-- nobody buysthis guy as a killer,
but the evidencepoints right at him.
Bobby was a good guy, Mac.
He wasn't some thug who flippedto try to make a deal
and get a government-paidticket out of Queens.
He testified againstthree PCP dealers
who put a bulletin his friend's head.
He was a decent guy.Did the right thing.
And now you're telling mehe's back
and he's a killer?
That's the wayit looks, Don.
These guys are gonnacome after me, you know that.
We'll protect you.
How?
I got friendsin the FBI.
They'll set you up.
Witness protection?
(scoffs)No, man, I'm not gonnaget involved in all that.
I told you who did it.That's all you need.
No, no, no. We needa witness, Bobby.
That's you.
What about Ainsley?
We'll protect her, too.
Bobby,
drug dealers like the Foleysdon't stop
unless they're made to stop.
You saw them walk him outof the bar that night.
They killed your friend, andthey're laughing about it.
Don't let themget away with that.
I don't know.I just don't know.
Yes, you do.
I got to go.
LiI got to go...
Bobby!
I saw you run out.
I had work to do.
You've been avoidingmy phone calls.
I've been busy, Russ.
And we've exchangedat least five text messages
over the last eight months.
I think that's plenty.
Jo, do you realizethis is the first time
I've seen yousince you moved to New York?
That's not true.
I saw you at Tyler's.
Yeah, you saw me,
and I saw the back of yourhead as you left the room.
(sighs)
What?
You look great.
(sighs)
What was the reasonwe separated?
Divorced.
Because you wanted me
to be a housewife,and I wanted a career.
We're completelyincompatible.
You know what?My first clue should have been
you insistedI take your last name.
Jo Josephson. Please.
I just wanted the guysto know you were mine.
Another problem--ownership issues.
If I say you're right
and I'm sorry,will you have dinner with me?
No.
You didn't have to comeall the way over here
to deliver thatmessage to Mac.
You could have just called.
But then I wouldn't getto see you.
Jo, the bullet fragmentsare a match...
SoDANVILLE:No, no, no.
We're all good.He's an FBI agent.
Lindsay,
ex-husband.Ex-husband, Lindsay.
Nice to meet you.
We've heard
nothing... about you.
Bullet fragments.
Uh, yeah.
Uh, 3-D software reassembledthe bullet fragments
that we pulledfrom Gino Cressida.
I was able to...
(clears throat)realign the striae.
I got a match to a bullet
that was pulled from a mankilled two days ago in Memphis.
So the same gun was usedto kill both men.
And possibly the same shooter.
Bobby Renton was in
witness protection in Memphis.
(camera shutter clicking)
Crime scene photosof Elmo Vidivic
and the preliminary autopsyreport from Memphis PD indicate
three gunshot wounds.
One to each knee,and one to the chest.
The latter beingthe cause of death.
Laceration, multiple bruisingto the face.
Vidivic was tortured.
(man cries out)
Who sent you hereto kill me?
Nobody sent me.
(yelling)
Try again.
You didn't come toMemphis to sightsee.
Okay. All right.
It was Gino Cressida.
(gunshot)
Renton was clearlylooking for the name
of the man who arranged the hit.
RUSS:Gino Cressida.
Does that make sense to anyone?
Why would a bakerwho makes the best cannoli
in New Yorkwant to kill Bobby Renton?
RUSS:There's no intel on Cressida
in our files,no apparent
connection to this caseor the suspects
Bobby Renton testified againstfive years ago.
Cressida's background's clean.
Husband, father.
Owns the family bakery whichhe inherited from his mother.
HAWKES:Maybe Bobby Rentongot the name wrong,
or Vidivic gave him any namehe could think of.
TAYLOR:You don't kill two men
the way Renton didwithout being sure.
I still can't believehe did it.
Yeah.
Russ, was Bobbycooperating
on any other casesthat were still going to trial?
(phone ringing)
He disappearedinto witness protection.
That was the lastthe NYPD heard of him. Yeah.
Well, somebodywanted Renton dead.
His identity and locationwere compromised,
and a professional was sent
all the way to Memphisto take care of him.
We're missing a connection here.
We got every resourcethe commissioner
would authorize looking
for Bobby Renton.No sign of him.
So he's fled the city.
FLACK:Only if he's walking.
We got eyes on the piers,the bus terminals,
the airports, train stations.
Not to mention checkpoints
on every major roadout of the city.
DANVILLE:If taking out Gino Cressidawas the reason he returned
to New York, then Bobby's donethe job he came to do.
Why is he still here?
'Cause he still hasunfinished business.
So what happens now?
Do I get to pick my new name?
Choose where I'm gonna live?
When do I stop being me?
Day after tomorrow.
The FBI will put you up ina safe house until then.
You can't go home.
I'll swing by and grab some ofyour stuff and bring Ainsley
to wherever you're...
You didn't tell her?
What for?
That's your girl, man.
Come on. You gotto tell her.
Why? So I can ruinher life, too?
Make her move awayfrom her family and friends?
She's five months pregnant,Flack.
I can't do that.
I chose to do this, not her.
So you're not evengonna say good-bye?
It's easier this way.
No.
If they come after me,then so be it.
But if she came,and they hurt her and my kid?
I couldn't live with that.
I know your head isprobably spinning,
but believe me,
you did the right thing.
Can you do me a favor?
Tell Ainsley I...
(sighs)
Never mind.Let's... Let's get out of here.
HAWKES:Hey, Mac, just receivedthe tox report
on our victim in Memphis.
Traces of ether were foundin Elmo Vidivic's lungs.
Now, at our crime scenehere in New York,
I found cyanideon Gino Cressida's clothing.
Cyanide and ether.That's PCP.
Yeah, it could provethat they knew each other,
were together or something.
Now, Renton testifiedagainst the Foley brothers.
They dealt PCP, right?
Well, that's aleap, Sheldon.
There are a lot of usesfor cyanide and ether,
and we have nodefinitive proof
that either one of thesemen were in the same place
at the same timeprior to their deaths.
Thought you might say that.
Which means you camehere with an answer?
I ran a utility usage checkon Gino Cressida's bakery.
Wattage was off the charts.
Compared to similarstructures in the area,
their kilowatt hoursshow 50 times more usage.
Mac, I know it's a bakery, but
they ain't bakingthat many bagels.
Cressida's is a frontfor a PCP lab.
Cressida was supplyingthe Foley brothers.
I was hopingyou'd walk me out.
Leaving so soon?
Yeah, the FBI'swork is done here.
We have no jurisdiction overthe murder investigation.
Leaving the hard partto the NYPD?
And I thought ourseparation was amicable.
Divorce.
Hey, Mac seems like a nice guy.
(elevatHe is.l dings)
Any reason I should be jealous?
Ugh.
Oh, baby, I love that.
We're gonna hang iton the fridge
right when we get home.
Hmm.
WAITRESS:More coffee?
ThaSure.u.
What can I get you?
Has Bobby gottenin touch with you?
We have a specialon the pastrami.
We're all out of apple pie.
And I highly recommendthe fish and chips.
Oh, come on, Ainsley.
Don't play games with me.
He's in trouble.
Do you want somethingto eat or no?
What kind of trouble?
Have you seen him?
If you have,you got to tell me.
I said, no.
Manny, I'm on break!
MANNY:Yeah, go ahead.
(sighs)
So, Bobby's back in New York?
Looks that way.
He okay?
No.
He's not hurt.
He's just donesomething stupid.
Really stupid.
Look, he may come to see you.
If he does,please call me?
You got a lot of nerve,you know that?
Listen to you?
What, are youkidding me?
Listen to you.That's what got us
in this mess in the first place.
You convincing Bobbyto snitch on those guys.
He trusted you.
We both did.
I am never gonna bethat stupid again.
Take your card.I'm not helping you.
And you know what? If Bobbydoes call me, you will be
the absolute last person I tell.
He left to protect you.
Yeah, well,you got what you wanted.
So what's it matter, huh?
I'm sorry.
Baby, I'll be
right over by the counterif you need me.
(bell dings)
MANNY:Order's up.Chicken and waffles.
(engine starts)
I knew there had to bea deeper connection.
What do you got?Connection between who?
Gino Cressidaand the Foley brothers.
He was supplying themwith PCP, right?
Clearly looks that way.
But to hire a hit manto hunt down
Bobby Renton, there had to bea more personal connection.
Gino Cressida is the godfatherof one of the Foley brothers.
That's more than enough motive.
So somebody must havespotted Bobby in Memphis.
Cressida got word and sentVidivic to kill him.
Revenge for hisgodson's conviction.
Looks that way.
Either of you hear from Flacksince this afternoon?
No.
I've left a few messages.
This case is personal for him.
That's what I'm afraid of.
(mechanical whirring)
Yes, yes, yes!
EDNA, I love you.
Is there another woman
in your life?
This is the magnificationof the dust
collected from the clown'sclothes and Stan's apartment.
And on the other sideis a match from EDNA.
I had female bone,ash and concrete,
and I couldn'tput it all together.
Until EDNA came to your rescue.
Don't be jealous.I was thinkingwe were looking
at the remains of a burned body,another one of Renton's victims,
but the degree of thermaldestruction was so great
that it would take asignificant amount of heat.
High heat, bone, ash--cremation.
Yeah, exactly.
I thought you saidthere were traces of concrete.
There used to be a crematorium
that offers aburial at sea, okay?
They mix your remainswith concrete
and lower theminto the ocean
to promotecoral reef growth.
Okay, so how did the ash
and the concretetransfer to Renton?
DANNY: He must have picked up the ashin the abandoned crematorium...
...and transferred it to the clown suit.
The crematorium was in Brooklyn.
It's been closed for six years.
It's got to be whereRenton's hiding out.
LINDSAY:We need to let Mac know,and send units.
(sirens wailing)
FLACK:Bobby?!
It's Flack. I'm here.
Bobby, come on.I got your signal.
You brought meall the way out here.
Bobby?
Glad you could make it, Don.
Put the gundown, Bobby.
I'm already facinglife in prison, man.
Killing a cop?
What's that, double life?
Hey, back up, man.
Back up.
You don't wantto do this, Bobby.
Yeah, I didn't want to testify,either-- you remember that?
What was it you said?
Oh, "Be a hero, Bobby.
Do the right thing."
What did thatget me, huh?
You made promisesyou couldn't keep, Flack.
Come on, lower the gun.
Take another step, man,I'll kill you.
You know the worst part, Flack?
What's that?
28 years I livedin that neighborhood
and I managed to stayout of trouble.
One conversation with you, andI get shipped off to Memphis.
Can't even geta decent slice of pizza.
You saved lives, Bobby.
You know that.
But I lost mine!
It wasn't worth it, man.
Every daylooking over my shoulder,
wondering when they'd come.
And they did;they did come.
So I had to end it.
I've never even laid eyeson my own son.
Protection?
No, this might as wellhave been jail.
This is what happenswhen you do what's right?
Yeah.
Thieves get rich.
Saints get shot.
And God doesn't alwaysanswer your prayers.
So instead of thinkingabout what's owed you...
think about your little boy.
Think about Ainsley.
You can stillhave a life, Bobby.
You shot a hit man and the guywho sent him after you.
There's a real chance youcould still get out of jail
and be a fatherto your son.
If you pull that trigger...
that does not happen.
Don't do this.
(sirens approaching)
(tires screeching)
(sirens wailing)
(grunting)
Bobby!
Bobby, stop! Come on!
Bobby!
(grunting)
(officer shouting)
It's over, Bobby.
(indistinct radio transmission)
You were MIA fora while there.
Yeah. I needed a little timeto wrestle with the demons.
You okay?
Five years ago when Bobbyflipped on those guys,
I got a big pat on the back,felt really good.
It does not feel really goodright now.
Well, it's toughasking a witness
to testify, and especiallyin a case like that.
But we do more than ask.
We're taught to persuade, right?
Get the bad guyoff the street,close the case.
You get caught up in that,and it's easy to lose sight
of the sacrifices thatsome people have to make.
It's a necessaryevil, Don.
Without witnesses beingbrave enough to testify,
where would we be?
And for whatit's worth,
you didn't talk Rentoninto testifying--
deep down... he knewwhat he had to do.
Listen, I'm gonna take him overto Central Booking myself.
Sure.
Thank you.
I got him, guys.
Thanks. Let's go.
What do I do now?
(guitar plays gentle intro)
♪ A hundred dayshave made me older ♪
♪ Since the last timethat I saw your pretty face ♪
♪ A thousand lieshave made me colder ♪
♪ And I don't thinkI can look at this the same ♪
(handcuffs clicking)
Go ahead.
♪ But all the milesthat separate ♪
Ten minutes.
♪ Disappear now ♪
♪ When I'm dreamingof your face ♪
♪ I'm here without you, baby ♪
♪ But you're stillon my lonely mind ♪
♪ I think about you, baby ♪
♪ And I dream about youall the time ♪
♪ I'm here without you, baby ♪
♪ But you're still with mein my dreams ♪
♪ And tonight ♪
♪ It's only you and me ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ I'm here without you, baby ♪
♪ But you're stillon my lonely mind ♪
♪ I think about you, baby ♪
♪ And I dream about youall the time ♪
♪ I'm here without you, baby ♪
♪ But you're still with mein my dreams ♪
♪ And tonight, girl ♪
♪ It's only you and me ♪
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Whoa, yeah... ♪
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