The party's starting early tonight. It's not even midnight.
Hope I didn't interrupt anything.
Nah, just dinner with Vega. He says hi, by the way.
- How's he doing? - Good.
- He's anxious to get back to work. - Staff Sergeant Oscar Vega.
It's kind of weird, him being our boss.
You think? I think it's way better than not having him at all.
Table for two?
Yeah, please. Something with a better view.
- Who were the first responders? - Myself and Officer Tarchuck.
9-1-1 had reports of a hobo fight,
but the vic was already dead when we rolled up.
Multiple stab wounds. Just, uh, give us a few minutes.
- We've still got to secure the scene. - Thanks.
We've really gotta do something for Vega's first day.
I like your style. What are you thinking? Want to talk to Betty about it?
Yeah.
- The suits are here. - Ah, they can wait.
A wise man once said, "If we don't do our job, they can't do theirs."
Let me guess, that wise man was you, huh?
Knife!
Are you guys okay?
We're good...
- We're good. - You're bleeding.
Ah, it's nothing.
Since we caught the killer, you guys will do the paperwork, right?
I got a question for you all.
Uh, who here has a mother?
Yeah? Yeah, my mother, she, uh... she's great.
She is one of those who sees a silver lining in almost anything.
I remember this one night, in particular,
when I wet the bed...
When was that, last week?
Yeah...
Wow, really?
That's the best you've got?
'Cause, uh, that was weak.
Well, let's give him another shot.
Um, one night, I wet the bed...
Nothing?
Oh... I'm guessing it's performance anxiety, isn't it?
Yeah, I know how that is sometimes.
Uh, watch, I'll show you. You be me.
You say, "One night, I wet the bed". Easy, right?
Oh, come on, don't be shy, say it.
- One night, I wet the bed... - Ew! What?
Why the hell would you admit that to a room full of strangers? Right?
I don't get it.
I'm so sorry. Thank you.
Can you believe that guy? He ruined my whole set.
You're kidding, right? I thought you killed it.
Trust me, I wanted to.
Do you want to sit here and pout,
or do you vant to go back to your place
and be sexual on each other, hmm?
You vant that, don't you, little man? To be sexual on me?
What the hell was that?
My new character. "Uneducated Dominatrix."
Um... We'll take the bill, please.
_
Thank you. Good morning.
Hey.
- I see you got your desk back. - I did.
You know I'm the Rock-Paper-Scissors Champion.
I know you cheat.
We moved all your stuff and put it in the office.
I'll have lunch with you later, 'cause I gotta do this.
Sure, looking forward to it.
Thank you.
Thank you all very, very much.
Thank you very much. Very appreciated.
Bam!
Okay... are you done?
It's not every day that you become Staff Sergeant. You give me a break.
Even if we did get Mitch Kennecki as your replacement.
Kennecki, as in son of District Commander Walt Kennecki?
- Oh, the very one. - How's he doing?
I'm not going to tell you, I'm going to wait for you to see.
Okay.
"In case of emergency." Well, that was nice of Cross.
Yeah, especially 'cause there's an emergency every day.
Oh, way to jinx it.
Detective...
Staff Sergeant Vega.
We'll be right there.
A uniformed officer just committed suicide.
Oh, God... why did we drink the Tequila?
Shh. Go back to sleep.
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Hello, Mom! Hi, Dad!
This is where I live now.
It's so beautiful here, and I don't care what anyone says,
it's not that hard to meet people. I've made a ton of new friends.
And guess what? Last week, Lindsay was in town,
and she stayed with me for the whole of her trip.
It was like we were back in private school again.
It was like non-stop laught...
I ran over, but I couldn't see him.
The current had already carried him away. That's when I called 9-1-1.
Did you notice anything else about him?
I wasn't paying attention.
- I didn't think he was going to... - No, of course not.
Listen, I need to keep your phone for a little while, is that all right?
I don't want it back.
This officer over here will take your information.
Hey, you got anything?
Yeah, some shaky video footage, and a witness who's probably moving home.
We have four different witnesses, and no one can tell us anything,
except that our victim was a cop.
Hopefully, the divers will find the body soon.
- They found the gun. - Lucas is tracing the serial number.
It's weird that he didn't use his service pistol, huh?
Mm-hmm. Detective, would you mind taking this to Forensics, please?
- Little busy here, pal. - Detective Kennecki...
have you met Staff Sergeant Oscar Vega?
Wow... Staff Sergeant. Listen, if I'd known who you were,
I wouldn't have been so disrespectful.
Or you could just try treating people with respect.
- That's a good point. - I heard you won the cancer lottery.
Yeah, that's one way of looking at it.
Yeah, Lucas was saying that it's papillary carcinoma?
My grandmother had that. No chemo, no radiation.
She's dead now. Unrelated causes.
- How was your interview? - Yeah, uh, "Cat Lady In Training"
she only heard the gunshot,
Don Cardio was too far away to see anything,
and Downward Dog, she is worried that the shooting has scared her chi.
You remember what I just said about treating people with respect?
I sure do, Staff Sergeant.
- Let me grab that for you. - Thanks.
- Wow. - Yeah.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Mitch Kennecki.
I, uh, want to apologize.
I know how much you love my drunken ramblings. So...
- anyway, call me sometime. I... - You're out of milk.
I don't know, maybe we could actually talk.
All right, see you.
I said, you're out of milk.
Black would be great, thanks.
How can you even function after last night?
It took me 20 minutes to find your coffee maker.
Spoiler alert. It's on your counter.
It takes years and years of practice.
Hey, uh, you going to be okay?
Mm-hmm.
I just need to go home and die for a few more hours.
Well, I will give you a call later
when you're not so dead.
Ow.
Can lips have a hangover?
I'm stealing that.
What do you think?
You bought him the bike?
I thought you said it was a waste of money.
Ah, kid's gotta get some exercise.
- You don't think he'll like it? - I think it's a great idea.
Once he gets into it, he'll love it.
What's a "birthdoy"?
- That's an "A." - Looks like an "O."
Ah, so you screwed up. It's not the end of the world.
I've gotta hide this thing.
A new bike, chocolate cake...
Best birthdoy ever.
Excuse me. Coming through. Make a path, please. Excuse me.
- Hi, boys. - Hey.
- I heard there's an officer involved. - According to witnesses.
In a public place? Broad daylight?
That's not how an officer typically commits suicide.
They prefer privacy and their service pistol.
Then our victim is zero for two.
Hell of a case for Oscar's first day back.
Yeah, I know. I hope you guys don't have plans tonight.
Nothing we can't do in his office.
- That's Greg Schultz. - Do you know him?
He worked a crime scene with us a couple days ago. He was attacked.
He took a slash to his side.
Looks like you've got your I.D.
Suicide. A permanent solution to a temporary problem.
Well, it's a little more complex than that. I think.
Well, yeah. Of course.
We need to notify the wife as soon as possible,
before she hears it from anybody else.
And the gun that the divers found was registered to Schultz's father.
Okay, I'll ask the wife about it.
Yeah, and I will also talk to his partner.
- I'll join you. - Okay, that sounds good.
- I thought you were going with Lucas. - I said I was going with you.
Didn't you hear me?
Did you? It's all right, I just...
The team surprised me with a bit of a welcome back parade.
- That explains the bagpipes. - So, we're still waiting
for the official word from the M.E.,
but it appears Officer Schultz committed suicide.
Such a tragedy.
Thank you for your time, Staff Sergeant.
Now, if you will excuse me, I have a press release to get out.
With all due respect, ma'am, that may be a little premature.
- You said he committed suicide. - But until we know for sure,
we should treat it as a possible homicide.
And generally, we would, but in this case, I have other factors to consider.
What, like a negative story about the department?
We've had enough bad press lately.
I can promise you that my people will be thorough.
Very well, Staff Sergeant.
Thorough. And fast.
- We expect great things from you. - Thank you, ma'am.
I'm going to have to ask you some questions.
The kind of questions that you might want a union rep present for...
I don't need a rep.
Neither would Greg.
He was one of the good guys.
How about his home life?
Him and Lori?
- They had their problems. - What kind of problems?
You married?
Divorced.
Then you know what kind of problems.
Cop's wife. Husband hasn't come home yet.
You know she's already thinking the worst.
Actually, I don't know what she's thinking, Kennecki.
That's why I'm here to ask her questions.
You think he left a note?
- Why don't we ask her? - Okay.
- Mrs. Schultz? - Yes?
I'm Detective Angie Flynn. This is Detective Mitch Kennecki.
Mom! Who is it?
No one, sweetie.
He's dead, isn't he?
- Would you like us to come inside? - Just say it.
Yes, I'm afraid he is.
Thank you, Detectives. I need to be with my son now.
Mrs. Schultz? L... Lori?
That was weird.
Right?
Hey.
Hey, I was wondering when I'd see you today.
Please tell me the bagpipes weren't your contribution.
I'm not cruel, just a sucker for confetti.
How about you give me a clear-cut manner of death, and I will forgive you.
There is nothing I would love more.
The bullet from the victim
matches the caliber of the pistol found in the water.
The wound, however, may or may not have been self-inflicted.
There was some stippling, but no gunpowder residue.
Okay, so, the shooting was at 8:45 A.M.
The divers did not find the body until 10:30,
so I mean, couldn't the residue just have been washed off
- in the salt water? - Yes, but...
see these?
Fish bites.
A body usually has to be in the water four hours
before the fish start in.
I see, so the time of death is inconsistent.
Which is why I can't all this a suicide.
Except for the fact that four people watched him shoot himself.
Yeah, then she just went right back inside.
That sounds like shock.
Or ambivalence.
Yeah, Lucas told me you knew Schultz.
No, no, I just met him a few days ago.
Yeah, but still...
I'm fine. Thanks.
Did Bets give you anything, Sarge?
"Sarge?"
I gotta call you something.
Yeah, it's, uh, it's not going to be "Sarge".
- How about "El Capitan"? - How about "Vega"?
The autopsy results, not definitively suicide,
not conclusively homicide. Is there anyone else you can talk to
- about Greg's state of mind? - Lucas is tracking down
the rest of Greg's family now, Chief.
Not "Chief".
- Understood, Kahuna. - Get out.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! No running in the house, guys! Come on.
Welcome to party central!
- Murray. - Hey.
Uh... yeah.
We just wanted to drop this present off for Max.
You didn't have to do that. Who's this?
I'm Sandy. You must be Greg?
I'm the younger, better-looking brother.
So, uh, today is the party, I see.
- Hey... - Uncle Murray!
Hey, man, how you doing? Happy Birthday.
This is, uh, from me and Sandy.
- Hi, Max. Happy Birthday. - Thanks.
- Can you stay? - Uh, I... don't know.
- Dad, can we stay? - Sure.
Come on, Uncle Murray!
She's a little out of your league, huh?
What?
It doesn't make any sense.
Greg had so much to live for. I was the screw-up.
- I can't believe this happened. - His phone records show
that you called him at 5:00 A.M.
- What did you talk about? - I don't know, probably our mother.
- Probably? - Yeah,
she died when we were young. I'm sorry,
I was with my girlfriend last night.
When I start to drink...
I get in the habit of calling Greg.
According to his phone records, you called him again at 10:30 this morning?
Yeah, I, um...
called to apologize about the other call.
I should have been there for him.
I should have been there for him...
Did your dad own a gun?
Yeah.
He gave it to Greg when he became a cop.
Old man was proud.
And where did Greg keep it?
No idea.
I have to get this. Excuse me
What's up, Jefe?
Yeah, so Lori Schultz just arrived with her lawyer.
I wasn't expecting it to be that formal, but I'll be there soon.
No. You take your time. I'll have Kennecki start the interview.
Well, that is a terrifying thought. Don't even joke.
Well, then don't call me "Jefe".
This shouldn't take too long.
And first, let me start by saying how sorry I am for your loss.
Thank you.
Did Greg leave a message or a note of some kind?
No.
At least, not one that I've found.
He used his father's gun.
Could that be some kind of significance?
They were close.
I can't believe that...
Greg couldn't have been thinking straight.
His brother said they talked about his mother hours before.
Could that have been a contributing factor in his actions?
Greg was only four when she died.
He barely remembered her.
Murray was the one who never got over it.
I was with your husband...
yeah, a couple of days ago, when he was attacked.
That was a nasty that gash he got.
Greg called it a scratch, went right back to work.
Hmm. He must have been in a lot of pain.
Only when his baton rubbed up against his stitches,
so he switched it to the other side of his belt.
- Lori, if Greg was depressed... - He wasn't depressed.
If he was depressed, would he tell you?
No, he wouldn't. But he wasn't depressed.
So either Lori Schultz is lying, or she's in denial.
Yeah, or her husband didn't commit suicide.
- Kennecki's right, this case is weird. - Hey, you see that?
- I told you he had potential. - You did not say that.
- Well, I'm sure I thought it. - He's no Oscar Vega.
I'm not going anywhere.
I gotta go.
Yes, I see the irony.
I'm telling you, the wife killed him.
You can repeat it as many times as you want, Kennecki,
it's not going to make your theory any more valid.
You got a better suspect?
The gun came from her house. She's got no alibi.
Okay, let's say that it is a homicide.
- Good. - What's her motive?
Who needs a motive?
You figure out why a person did something,
everything else just falls into place.
So, why don't you tell us what do you know about Lori Schultz?
- Sure. She's his wife. - Uh-huh.
And nine times out of ten, it's the spouse.
Okay, they were married for what, 11 years?
There's gotta be something.
She was with him all day, every single day.
- Maybe she just got sick of him. - That's a theory I can get behind.
Finally.
Let's watch the video again.
Hello, Mom! Hi, Dad!
Wait a sec.
He's wearing his baton on his...
on his right side.
Yeah, so?
Well, his wife said that he switched it over to the left side
because of the gash on his right side.
Is it possible that's not Greg Schultz?
Murray?
The police just came to see me. I...
I am so sorry.
So, if this isn't Greg Schultz,
that means someone else was wearing his uniform,
was driving his car,
and used his father's gun.
Yeah, someone really wanted to make this look like a suicide.
Yeah, someone who really knew Greg's schedule
and had access to his stuff.
His partner's got a similar build. It could be him.
Hmm.
Well, I guess I should tell Chief Wells to stop drafting her press release.
- Sounds like fun. - Yeah. You wanna trade?
Only if I can call you "Poo-Bah."
Staff Sergeant Vega for Chief Wells.
Poo-Bah...
Hey, by the way, that cake was incredible.
Seriously, you should go pro.
- Thank you. - Yeah, well,
thank you for inviting me.
I didn't invite you. Remember?
Relax. I'm not going to say anything to him.
It's really nice to see Max come out of his shell.
He lights up when you're around.
You know, he reminds me a lot of Greg at that age.
You know, there's soda in the cooler outside.
Yeah, no, this is for Sandy.
I promise.
- She seems nice. - Yeah?
Well, we can't all be as lucky as Greg, right?
Be quiet.
- Did he have a beer? - It's for Sandy.
I checked.
- You're treating this as a homicide. - I didn't say that.
But if someone did have it in for him,
that someone would need access to a uniform
and his father's gun.
Wife's looking pretty good.
Lori? No way.
She makes it look like a suicide, she keeps the pension...
Listen to what I'm telling you.
Greg had it made, and he knew it.
My ex was half what Lori is, I'd still be married.
Thanks for the coffee.
So, Forensics just finished going through Greg's car.
Traces of sand, gunpowder residue.
Yup. You see what isn't there?
- Blood. - Mm-hmm
Greg's body was never in the car.
Uh-uh. So someone shot him somewhere else, dumped him in the water,
and then drove his car down to the waterfront.
- So, where was he killed? - Somewhere with sand.
If his body went in the water three to four hours before our divers found him,
- he could have drifted. - The current is strong through there.
Mm-hmm. We've got check all the beaches along that strip of water.
- This is a nice car. - Yeah.
I thought I was clear about my expectations.
You were very clear, and we have been thorough and fast.
- So why wasn't this closed yesterday? - Because it's not a suicide.
- You're sure he was murdered. - Evidence is pointing that way.
- Do you have any suspects? - We're pursuing a few leads.
I prefer "yes" or "no" answers, Staff Sergeant.
And I wish I could help, we're just not there yet.
- Staff Sergeant Vega? - Yeah, I need a second, Detective.
- Thanks. - Mitch.
Chief Wells.
- How's your father? - He's good.
- Are you working the Schultz case? - I am.
You have any suspects?
It's all right, Mitch. We're all on the same team.
Yeah.
This would give the privacy the killer needed.
Yeah, at 5:30 in the morning, definitely.
Blood.
There...
there...
If Greg was shot here...
it wouldn't take much to drag him to the water.
Flynn.
Yeah, okay, I'll be right there.
Kennecki just arrested Lori Schultz.
That's perfect. Good work.
Clear the room.
I need the room, please.
Not you, Kennecki.
So, why didn't you call me?
I couldn't find you, so I went to Staff Sergeant Vega.
There is no way that Vega approved this.
Chief Wells was with him. She asked me if I had a suspect.
You shared your theory.
Lori Schultz is the only person with access to the murder weapon
and Greg's spare uniform.
And she gets his full pension if she makes it look like a suicide.
- What more do you want? - Some actual evidence.
Well, it was enough for Chief Wells.
Yeah, did it occur to you that the person pretending to be Greg
- had to be a man... - That's where Lou Tarchuk comes in.
- Oh... - He practically told me
that he is in love with Lori.
Oh, so if Lou killed Greg, why don't you arrest Lou?
Because I know that I can get Lori to roll on him,
- and then I get both. - You better hope so.
Otherwise, you just tipped off a suspect.
I've got two cups here...
Two cups... Not one, two.
Now, all right, so, you guys, check it out.
Look, there are two cups here. Two cups, all right?
Now, and as you can see, I've got one ball for right now,
and we're going to do a little bit of magic in there.
So, we're going to stack these, one, two.
Now that we've stacked these, you've got to say the magic word, which is...
- Asparagus. - That's right. Okay.
- You guys ready? - Yeah.
Boom. And one becomes two.
Awesome... Hope you guys liked that.
Hey, Greg, you remember this one?
No. Magic was always your thing.
Because I wasn't a dork.
Yeah, um...
Hey, Sandy, uh, why don't you come assist me on this one?
Hey, who wants to do presents? Huh? Yeah!
Oh, cool! A magic kit!
Yeah? You like that?
That's the exact same magic kit I had when I was your age.
- Thanks, Uncle Murray. - No problem.
Hey, you just got to promise to comp me some tickets
when you're headlining in Vegas, all right?
We're trying to keep him off the couch.
_
Here is the forensics report
on your husband's spare uniform.
They found traces of sea salt.
Dry cleaning it was a good idea,
but you should have picked a better service.
I didn't dry clean Greg's uniforms.
He was allergic to the chemicals.
Well, then that's not very smart
if you want everyone to think he killed himself.
I loved Greg.
Who else had access to the gun and the uniform?
Uh, Greg kept the gun locked in a safe.
Even I didn't have a key.
But we found your fingerprints on the safe.
- Because I dust it. - Or you got a hold of the key.
I've never even fired a gun. Can...
Who did Greg go to the range with?
- Other cops. - Like Lou?
Did any of them want your husband dead?
Listen, Lori, I don't care if you were having an affair.
I care about catching your husband's killer.
The longer you hold out, the harder you make it for everyone.
Think about Max.
Can we have a moment, Detective?
Are you having an affair?
Of course not. Don't be ridiculous.
I need to know the truth, or I can't help you.
I'm telling you the truth.
You are in a lot of trouble right now.
- I don't think she did it. - You think she knows who did?
Nah, I can't tell yet.
We can't rule out the partner, Lou, though.
- How many dry cleaners are in the city? - A couple of hundred.
Why don't we send Kennecki to all of them, ask about Greg's uniform.
Yeah, let's do it.
I heard Chief Wells sold you out, and he just went along.
Yeah, and I think he might have been oblivious.
He's out of line, that's for sure.
Well, he's a legacy, he'll get three strikes.
- And then what? - He'll get three more.
We don't think that that's Greg.
- This is the killer? - Or accomplice.
He's wearing Greg's spare uniform.
He's wearing the baton wrong.
Greg moved it after he got slashed.
How many people knew about that?
All the guys in our squad.
We teased him about it.
Mr. Tough-guy back the next day,
but his stitches rubbed, poor didums.
I can't believe he's gone.
- You should have charged her. - Oh, yeah?
- Yeah. - And what if you're wrong about
- Lori Schultz and she's innocent? - Then we drop the charges.
And then the next person that we charge has a built-in defense.
It's easy to generate reasonable doubt with a jury
if we play catch-and-release.
That's why we don't go on fishing trips for suspects.
- How'd it go with Lou? - I don't think he's our guy.
Lou knew that Greg wasn't wearing his baton over his stitches.
He would have got that detail right if he was staging the suicide.
- But by that argument, so would Lori. - So, maybe her accomplice botched it?
You get anything, Kennecki?
Lori Schultz, she's practically a hermit. No friends, no social life.
Any concrete evidence that she was having an affair with Lou?
The only personal calls she's made in the last month
were to her brother-in-law, and those stopped three weeks ago.
Let me see that.
That's good work, Kennecki. Let's find out what they're talking about.
Hey, Buddy.
I thought maybe I could teach you
a few of these tricks.
Magic is for dorks.
Okay, uh...
- Hey, what do you want for dinner? - I'm not hungry.
When can I go home?
Soon. I promise.
- Hello? - Murray. It's Lori.
Uh, hey...
Um...
When are you going to be home?
Murray, they think I had Greg killed.
What? That's insane.
What are they basing that on?
Just, uh...
Promise me that you'll take care of Max, okay?
- Yeah, I promise. - No matter what.
Lori?
Murray and I had a few shots after the show,
and then we went back to his place.
Things get a little hazy after the fifth shot.
Do you remember Murray making a phone call at 5:00 A.M.?
No. But I remember him apologizing for it.
So to be clear, you were asleep by... ?
2:00, 2:30, I think.
- Until... ? - Around 10:00-ish?
Did Murray get along with his brother?
He loved him. He thought...
He just wished that they were closer.
Greg was...
Well, he was a cop.
- They didn't have a lot in common. - Did you ever meet him?
Murray took me to Max's birthday party.
Look, the guy's dead. I feel bad saying it, but Greg was a dick.
He and Murray got into a pissing contest, and we ended up leaving.
What were they pissing over?
Greg needed to be clear who was boss.
Greg's house, Greg's rules.
What about Lori? Was Murray close to her?
They saw each other maybe once a year.
You never heard them talking on the phone with each other?
No.
Look, Murray has his flaws, okay?
But he wasn't screwing his brother's wife.
What are you doing?
- What? - How did that get in your ear?
You have been hoping this trick would get you laid
since you were 13, haven't you?
Ladies can't resist a magician, right?
Well, I will drink to that.
Can you open this for me?
- Go home. - Greg, relax, I wasn't drinking.
- He was just opening the bottle for me. - Don't let this loser drag you down.
Go home and don't come back.
Are you okay?
I need a drink.
Murray could have left his place,
killed Greg, faked the suicide,
and then slipped right back into bed beside his girlfriend.
All before 10:00?
Five shots of Tequila to cap the night off?
She admits to being dead to the world.
So that call to Greg at 5:00 A.M. wasn't about their mother.
Murray was trying to lure him down to the beach.
And if I'm Murray, I'm not going to try to wrestle a gun out of Greg's holster.
I'm bringing my own.
Yeah, but he didn't have access to his father's gun.
If he was sleeping with the wife, he did.
Could have grabbed one of Greg's uniforms at the same time.
Murray. Hi.
- Do you have a minute? - Okay.
I just have a few more questions about your brother.
Uh, sure. I'm not sure what more I can tell you.
Is Max here?
Oh, okay, I'll be quiet.
Listen, uh, this is the strangest case
that I have ever investigated.
Someone has gone to a lot of trouble
to make your brother's suicide
look like a suicide.
- It was a suicide. - No.
Turns out it was an elaborately staged illusion.
- Uh, I don't understand. - Did you know that I was there,
with your brother, the night he got hurt?
Got 23 stitches, did you know that?
I keep forgetting you guys didn't really talk.
Yeah, well,
Greg didn't really agree with my lifestyle.
- What, he hated comedy? - No, alcoholics.
Oh.
Lori trusted you, though. I mean, she put her son in your care.
Yeah, you guys got her locked up. I'm the only family she's got in town.
How close are you guys?
She's my brother's wife.
Do you remember what you talked about with her a few weeks ago?
On the phone?
Uh, yeah, she invited me to Max's birthday.
Yeah, but there were a couple phone calls back and forth.
Uh, I don't know, just stuff about the party.
What I was going to get Max for a present.
Listen, I've got to level with you, Murray.
Lori's not coming home any time soon.
No. No, no, Lori had nothing to do with Greg's death.
I mean... There's no way.
There's substantial evidence against her.
But if you can think of anything. Sometimes the smallest detail
can just crack a case wide open. That's my card.
Call me if you think of anything, okay?
There's a place over here. You can sit down...
I thought you said you were going to take me home.
Yes, I know. Sandy is going to do that, Bud, all right?
Let's go. Please...
Please, just for a little while.
- How long? - Till I get Lori out of jail.
Well, you're going to be back before your set, right?
Of course, I promise.
Listen to Sandy, all right?
Thank you.
I love you.
Well, look at it this way, there's nothing like trial by fire.
You'll be ready for anything after this.
I want to share your optimism.
Yeah.
Oh, there you are.
- I've been here the whole time. - No, not you. Her.
I thought you were here to see me.
I was. You think I'd come all the way up here just to bring medical files?
Hey. What am I, chopped liver?
Oh, stop it, I'm not playing favorites.
So, what are you thinking?
I'm thinking there's two brothers. They are estranged,
but when Murray wants to cry about Mom, who does he call?
- He calls Greg. - That's right,
so I thought we should look into Mom a little more.
Yeah, Mrs. Schultz sure walked into a lot of walls over the years.
- Abuse? - I wouldn't be surprised...
if that fall down the stairs wasn't domestic homicide.
Right, so, you think Mr. Schultz did that to her?
No one's that clumsy, and her excuses are textbook.
So, maybe the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
Mm-hmm.
- Flynn. - Detective.
It's Murray Schultz.
Lori didn't kill Greg.
Can you tell me why you're so sure about that?
Yes. Because it was me.
I did it.
I killed a cop.
And I'm going to do it again.
Hold your fire!
Go.
Murray?
You think I won't shoot another cop?
I know you won't.
If you could pull that trigger, you would have by now. You don't have it in you.
- But it was all me! - But I need proof.
You being dead, that's not proof, so convince me it was all you.
It was kid's stuff.
Misdirection,
forced perspective, and a blank.
You had a lot of people believing a cop killed himself.
- Hell of a trick, right? - Almost perfect.
It still doesn't clear Lori.
Get up, get up, get up!
: Mom?
Mom just had an accident.
I'm okay, sweetie!
- Do you want me to get you a Band-aid? - No, she's fine. You stay in bed.
I'll be up in a minute.
Look at you...
Pathetic.
It wasn't the first time Greg hurt Lori, was it?
She made excuses, just like Mom.
"I'm a klutz."
"The bruises are from playing with Max."
I wanted to believe it.
"Greg is the most perfect guy in the world."
- Hey, hey, hey, Lou... - I wanted to believe that so bad!
Lou, listen to me.
- I need to know we're good here. - He killed my partner?
No, I understand that, and he'll get what's coming.
I need to know that you are good, Sir.
Yeah, I'm good.
And your Mom's death wasn't an accident, was it?
I know. Dad didn't mean to kill her.
But, guys like that,
it's only a matter of time.
I saw it, you know.
The night Mom died,
I saw Dad push her,
just like what you did to Lori
the night of Max's party.
She was lying there on the kitchen floor...
I don't know what you think you saw, but you are crossing a line.
I saw you, Greg.
I saw you standing over her
just like Dad.
My marriage is none of your business! You stay the hell out of it.
You never took one single beating,
not one.
I made sure of that. I did it so you could live a good life...
Dad beat you because you didn't know when to shut your mouth.
I protected you.
You think I did that so you could turn out just like him?
Don't ever call me again.
And you were the whipping boy.
The whole time, protecting your little brother.
He was such a sweet kid.
He never should have turned into Dad.
This is about the sacrifice you made, isn't it?
For nothing.
Okay, we got him. Move in.
For nothing.
Down! On your knees!
Starter pistol.
You writing up the case report?
Yeah. Flynn said she wanted to see what I could do.
Yeah, she used to tell that to me, too.
It took me three months to realize she just hates doing paperwork.
- So it's a "haze the new guy" thing? - No.
But, you know, if you want to be part of the team,
we got each other's backs. Get what I'm saying?
No.
If I hadn't arrested Lori,
we never would have made that connection to Murray.
Look, it's great, thinking that you have all the answers.
Mm-hmm.
If you always think that you're the best,
how are you supposed to get any better?
Yeah.
Thanks for the advice, Tips.
I'll be giving a press conference in the morning.
- You should attend. - Thank you, Chief,
- but I have a doctor's appointment. - Oh, I'm sorry.
Understood. I'll be in touch.
Okay.
Why do you have a doctor's appointment?
I'm taking Betty to breakfast.
Aw, that's some good work, Head Honcho.
- Oh, my God, are you done? - Big Enchilada.
Top Dog.
- El Guapo... - Keep going.
I think you should get it all out of your system.
Queso Fresco.
Grande Hombre...
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