Bullets (2012) - full transcript

Make no mistake, Mr. Sherman.

I believe wholeheartedly
in the death penalty.

Which is good considering your job.

Yes, Mr. Knox, I am a warden
and I bear the burden of execution

with a clear conscience
and a heavy heart.

Usually.

Usually?

Do you recall the case of Eddie Ross,

a Miami cop who was
convicted 20 years ago

for murdering his partner
over the love of a woman?

Ross was sentenced to
death based on a theory



that Ross lured
his partner, Glen Hogan,

to an isolated location where
a vicious argument ensued.

Infuriated by jealousy,
Ross pulled his revolver

and shot Glen Hogan point
blank in the throat.

As Hogan lay dying,
Ross covered himself

with Hogan's blood to make
it appear he'd rendered aid.

I was a young lawyer then.
I remember the Ross case.

Ross is scheduled to be
executed tomorrow at midnight.

I believe him to be innocent.
Why, you ask?

Jesus has told me
this man is innocent.

After a long night in my own
personal garden of Gethsemane,

I prevailed upon the governor
to stay Ross's execution.

He declined, though he did tell me

that Mr. Sherman
here can find anything.



Here is an affidavit
in which the condemned,

Mr. Edward Ross,
engages you as his lawyer.

There is a dress code
on death row, I'm afraid.

Guy's kind of weird.

I did not kill Glen Hogan.

You're completely innocent?

The eighties were a different time.

The line between right and wrong
were real blurry back then.

But I am not guilty
of killing Glen Hogan.

You assaulted him.

I beat the crap out of him.
He slept with my girlfriend.

Miss Gloria Penalt.

Who has since gone missing.

Is that what you want me to find?

Is she a witness?

Gloria didn't witness anything.

Me and Glen were alone out
in the middle of nowhere.

Why?

I asked him out there
to apologize to him.

Nobody's going to believe that.

If I had been your lawyer,
I would've advised you

that such a statement
would antagonize the jury.

I found out that Gloria
was getting a piece

of almost every other guy in vice.

Not just Hogan.

We met...
Talked and buried the hatchet.

- And then a shot rang out?
- That's right.

I was walking away, I heard the shot,

turned around and saw Glen
laying on the ground,

bleeding from the neck.
The bullet went through and through.

I saw the shooter, fired at him,

but he got away.

I called for help. I tried
to stop Glen's bleeding.

Which conveniently
explains why you failed

the paraffin test and had
blood all over your hands.

What do you want me to find?

All right.

There are 2 bullets out there.

One of them went through Glen's neck

and ended up God knows where.
The other one...

I fired at the shooter.

Ended up another God knows where.

You find the one that killed Hogan.

Maybe the governor's got
reason to stay my execution.

After 20 years...

Like looking for
a needle in a haystack.

I don't like it.

Like 2 needles in a haystack.

Twice as easy.

I want to do it.

Well, the warden
thinks he's innocent.

The governor's looking for a
reason to stay his execution.

Listen, when Walter
looks for something,

he finds the truth
in everything around it.

Are you sure you
want everything stirred up

when maybe you should be
making peace with yourself?

Are you kidding?

The truth will save my life.

He could be telling a lie.

Last ditch effort to dodge
the electric chair.

You end up looking for
something that isn't there.

I'm gonna risk it.

If you lied to us, I'll
bring you back to life

so they can electrocute you again.

Hi.

I'm not stealing,
I'm just... making change.

Apparently this place
runs on the honor system.

At least that's what...
they told me.

Who are you?

Who are you?

Why are you asking?

Why are you asking?

I'm Leo Knox.
This is my place.

Oh. OK, you must be
Walter Sherman then.

And who are you?

I'm Dr. Lance Sweets.
I'm a psychologist with the FBI.

I'm actually, um...

I'm here to... OK,
you actually do that. Wow.

What can we do for you, Dr. Sweets?

I'm, uh... I'm here to evaluate

Mr. Sherman's competency
as a consultant to all federal agencies.

Find out if I'm crazy, you mean?

In laymen's terms, yeah.

I am wildly impressed.

I'm Kevin.

Willa.

You're that chick
who works at the bar

in looking glass key, right?

End of the world?

Ends of the Earth.

And, no, I can't let
you drink there underage.

Well, I don't need your
help to drink underage.

Why else would you need me?

Maybe what I need is an excuse
to start up a conversation.

Mission accomplished.

You play volley ball, Willa?

Oh, God. And things were
going so well between us.

There's a volley ball game tomorrow,
if you want to come.

I got to warn you, Kev,
I'm a bad girl... on probation.

And things were going
so well between us.

See you tomorrow.

You mean you're the one
who gets to decide

if Walter gets to
consult with the police?

I told you.

Well, the federal government requires

that Mr. Sherman fill out this
mental status exam questionnaire.

If Walter passes, you could
work together officially.

And Walter could get paid.

So the first thing
Walter has to do to prove

that he's not crazy is find
evidence that 200 cops

and friends of Tex were
unable to find 20 years ago.

A lot of boast but that is
the essence of what I do.

But if Mr. Sherman fails,
all federal officials will be

prohibited from consulting with him.

What? Why?

Because having an insane
man in the chain

of evidence is a guaranteed
prosecution fail.

Attention, boring old people.

I got invited to a beach party.
Can I go?

Anyone I know?

Um, the Montgomerys at Ferrell Point.

- Rich folks.
- Yeah, their son Kevin asked me.

I told him the truth,
that I'm on probation.

Oh! I bet that got him excited.

Found himself a bad girl.

Don't make it like that.
He was cool.

Was he cool or was he a target?

Walter, didn't we agree to give
Willa the benefit of the doubt?

Shouldn't you take
advantage of the fact

that you have a shrink in the house?

He could tell us
if Willa's a sociopath.

I'm sorry. Can I ask, who is this?

Willa lives and works here
while she's on probation.

Do we need to have a talk
about boys and beach parties?

Ew.

It's not like you...
You know, you're...

It's not like...
You've been around.

Thanks, Mom.

Thanks, Dad.

Thanks, Creepy Older Brother.

Thanks, Eavesdropping Shrink,
but I've got the sex stuff covered so...

She's being sarcastic in metaphor.

Willa is probably a virgin

and will remain one until she's
married off to a nice gypsy boy.

Right?

Again... ew.

What?

Isn't this some kind
of psycho-sexual abuse?

I just want to get this questionnaire

filled out so I can
go home to Washington.

When can we start?

Is this really the only
way we can do this?

When Walter's on the hunt,
it's difficult to get him to sit still.

Would you describe him as manic?

No, I would not.

Motivated, focused, avid.

Huh. Excellent use of synonyms, Leo.

Where's our first stop?

Ross's arresting officer.

A retired Detective named Coleman.

Isabel's great Uncle Sal says
he hangs out in a club in Coral Gables.

Would you say you're
cheerful or sad most days?

Yeah, I'd say I'm cheerful
and sad most days.

He means predominantly.

Cheerful, right, Leo?

Do you sleep well?

Yes, and often.

Do you have an active sex life?

Um, every once in a while I like to
change it up and get a little passive.

You know, take in the moment.

Does your mind play tricks on you?

My lawyer says no.

Mr. Knox, I really need Mr.
Sherman to answer in his own words.

You can call me Walter.

I'm good with Mr. Knox.

Have you ever contemplated suicide?

During the darkest days

after the loss of my wife and child,
yes, I did.

I meant Mr. Sherman.

Ah, hell, I can think
of at least 10 people

I'd kill before I killed myself.

You can write that down as a "no."

So, you're the one who arrested Ross?

Back in the eighties, I was
working internal affairs.

Why would an internal affairs
investigator be assigned to homicide?

When a cop kills another cop,

it falls to internal affairs.

I make no apologies.

Obviously, you think Ross did it.

Look, he was killed by a .38.

Ross's police-issued .38
was fired that night.

Airtight case.

Except the bullet was never found.

Paraffin test showed Ross
had gunpowder on his hand.

My dad used to watch this show.

What show?

Seriously?

Look at the guys at the bar.

Where do you think the TV
guys came up with the idea?

Ross Fontana.
Those boys are the originals.

Back in the day, working
vice with Ross and Hogan.

Retired, bought this club.

Would you mind showing
me the crime scene?

What, you don't believe in GPS?

GPS is just another way for
the government to keep an eye on me.

You don't got to write that down.

Why are you offering to help us

out at all, Detective Pullman?

Ross filed what, 7 different appeals?

He lost every one.

So, you guys worked with Hogan
and Ross back in the eighties?

We were tight.

Man, it was like the wild, wild west.

You got to know
who your friends were.

And is it also true that you all
took turns with Gloria Penalt?

Hey, like I said...

It was a different time, baby.

Yeah, a fun time... baby.

Yeah, we all want to thank you
for the aids and herpes epidemic.

And the t-shirt and
sports jacket look.

What's wrong with that?

I just want to know if you have
any doubts about Ross's guilt.

- None.
- None.

That is a good look.

T-shirt, light blazer.

Geographically appropriate.
Not at all.

Why don't you have your pet Feeb
here request Hogan's murder book?

Excuse me.

I'm not an FBI agent,

I'm a psychologist, actually.

We don't give a rat's ass.

Baby, we don't give a rat's anything.

I just have one more question.

How's a couple of old cops

like you afford
to buy a place like this?

And what's it got to do with that old

internal affairs guy
drinking for free?

Up here a quarter mile.

Walter, these 2 bullets were
discharged in a swamp 2 decades ago.

Uh-huh.

So, how are you going to find them?

Oh, no problem.
I have a metal detector.

I know it's hard to
understand, Dr. Sweets,

but this is what Walter does.

All I have to do is follow

the bullet trajectories
through the swamp.

Uh-oh.

Oh, don't worry.

I just wish that I
had brought my hip waders.

No, that's not the problem.

If you are irritated by every rub,

how will your mirror be polished?

I guess you won't be
needing the hip waders, huh?

Say edible oil, air
socks, and cheese bucket.

What?

Do you ever talk
to inanimate objects?

Yes.

They hardly ever answer. Rude.

How far was Hogan standing from
his parked car when he got shot?

According to the murder book,
Hogan's body was found 20 feet west.

Where was Ross?

Ross testified that
he was beside his truck

10 yards distant from Hogan
when he heard the shot.

Is your little diorama
there to scale?

In my head it is.

How is that possible?

Ah, it's a knack I picked up
after I got blown up in Iraq.

Do you enjoy setting fire to things?

Yes.

Candles, bonfires,

barbecues, lanterns, and cats.

What's that?

Buildings from the storage facility?

A .38 caliber bullet would've
passed through Hogan's neck,

up over his car, and
between these buildings.

Dr. Sweets?

Pull this string.

Ross testified that the bullet
came from off to his left.

Now we know the trajectory
of the bullet.

I wonder how far a .38 caliber
bullet would travel.

Passing through a human neck,

at flat trajectory between...

200 and 600 meters.

Say, a quarter mile.

How could you possibly know that?

I work with a bunch of
scientists and a former sniper.

And I pay attention.

Huh.

Will your metal detector
be able to find

a 20-year old .38 caliber bullet
through 6 inches of asphalt?

Nah. That's why I need
you to requisition

some ground penetrating radar.

So, Sweets was right.

The storage lockers are that way,
a quarter mile past those palm trees.

Hey, hey, look who's here.

How's everything going so far?

Isabel, meet Detective Henry Coleman.

The man who put Eddie
Ross on death row.

But other than that
he's been very nice.

Not nice enough to let you know
the whole crime scene got paved over.

I'm deputy U.S. Marshall
Isabel Zambada.

Oh, a fed.

I hate feds.

You're kind of out of your jurisdiction
here, aren't ya, girly?

That's all right, old man.

I'm not nuts about internal affairs.

Why, you got something to hide?

You know, Bronski and Fontana,

you hurt their feelings when
you asked about the club.

Oh, you mean when I implied
they were on the take?

Walter.

No, that's all right.
They were on the take.

It was a different time.

I don't want you to get confused.

You now, they did
a lot more good than bad.

And that's the real test, isn't it?

Hank, did you enjoy having carnal
relations with Gloria Penalt?

If that means what
I think it means...

I enjoyed them immensely.

But I didn't fall in love with her.

Only Ross made that mistake.

I'd like to talk to her.

Gloria disappeared within
days of Hogan's murder.

Dropped off the face of the earth.

But if you find old Gloria,
say hi from Hank.

Do you have anything I could use?

A picture?
Anything at all?

Gloria gave me this.

Asked me what I thought.

# in the summer rain

what I thought was
she had real talent.

# If I was listening... #

This does not look good.

Walter does everything for a reason.

Yeah, that's fine.

Unless the reason is he's crazy.

# I lay awake and count
the world trouble... #

That's her.

OK, that ability to isolate, gate,

and define an aural signature
is extremely impressive.

Everything for a reason.

Gloria made herself a new life...
And got a new name.

But it's the same voice.

# Just because I'm in misery

# I don't beg no, no sympathy

# that if it's not asking too much #

# please send someone to me

# oh, yes

# yes, please send me
someone to love #

# oh, yes

Thank you.
Thank you so much.

I think this calls for
a delicate approach.

Do you strike yourself
when you get nervous?

I don't get nervous.

Do you suffer any memory loss?

I can't remember.

Have you ever tried to kill
flies with a rubber band?

Tried, no.
Succeeded, yeah.

Gentlemen, Chantey Dubois.

Thank you, uh...

I used to be Gloria Penalt
and I went through a lot of trouble

to change my name, my whole life.

We understand, Miss Dubois.

Everyone assumes that Eddie Ross
killed Glen Hogan because of you.

That doesn't make it
your fault, Miss Dubois.

Observing, right.
Sorry. Habit.

Ross says it isn't true.

Then why did Eddie kill Glen?

You think that he did?

Eddie Ross was no Saint.

I mean, he killed 3 men
in the line of duty.

That doesn't make it murder.

I think what Miss Dubois
means is that a man

who kills is,
by definition, a killer.

If Eddie killed Glen,

it's not for the reasons
that you think.

I never slept with Glen Hogan.

He boasted about it.

Well, it's very common
for an insecure Alpha male

to boast about sexual conquests.

That isn't it... is it?

If you don't mind, boys,

this girls has got
to sing for her supper.

But you said that, uh,
it's not what we think.

So that means there's another reason.

You also said that this
girl sings for her supper.

So?

You know who else
sings for her supper?

Informants.

That crazy?

- It is unless...
- It's true.

You're right.

I was passing information to Hogan.

Hogan was investigating crooked cops?

And was Eddie Ross one of the
crooked cops Hogan was after?

I couldn't tell where the line was
between crooked and not crooked.

Ross called it blurry.

When Glen turned up dead,
I took off for France.

I just got back 2 years ago.

My specialty is I sing songs
about broken hearts.

That's because I love Eddie Ross.

I never got over him.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

You saw Gloria?
How does she look?

Well, she looked and sounded great.

Addendum... she's still totally
in love with you.

Never slept with Glen Hogan.

She said that?

She still loves me
all these years later?

Sequel to the addendum...

Glen Hogan was an informant
for internal affairs.

So, question...

Did you have your gun out
because of Gloria...

Or because Glen Hogan was going to
rat you out to internal affairs?

I never said I had my gun out.

Well, you lied because
you thought that having

your gun out looked
like premeditated murder.

The jury knew you were lying
and sent you to the electric chair.

How could you possibly
know my gun was drawn?

The killer shot
Glen Hogan in the neck

and disappeared in the woods
in what... 3 seconds?

You're not Billy the kid.

So if you were able
to get off a shot,

you had your gun out already.

Officer, down!
Officer, down!

Glen, you're going to be
OK, you understand me?

Why?

Me and Glen busted a coke operation.

There were bags of coke everywhere.

Suitcases of cash.

We took 20 grand of it for ourselves.

It was different...

Times. Yeah, I know.
Blurry.

Internal affairs was sniffing around.

I showed Glen my gun...

You know, just to stress
that he should keep his mouth shut.

But I didn't shoot him.

Gloria came right out and said
that she still loves me?

Listen to her sing.

Mr. Sherman, if I could
be with Gloria again,

it'd be worth being locked
away all these years.

I signed on to find a bullet...

Not your reason to live.

Enjoy the CD.

So, what do you think
would happen to you

if you fail to find
what you're looking for?

It's never happened.

What if it did?

It won't.

How do you know?

'cause I'll die before
I don't find something.

Do I really have
to tell you that dying

is not a healthy response to failure?

I'm not going to fail.

I'd like to hypnotize you.

If you really want me to
dance around like a chicken,

I'll do it without being hypnotized.

I'm not exactly inhibited.

No.

Under hypnosis, I might
be able to discover

the source of your
compulsion to find.

You can try but...

I'm pretty sure I'm the kind of guy

who just can't be hypnotized.

Is he under?

Yeah.

He's tricky.
I wouldn't trust him.

Walter, your left hand
is a helium balloon.

Incredibly light.

Huh? Huh? Convinced?

I'd be convinced if he told
you how to open his vault.

All right. Walter?

How do you open your vault?

Well, first you put
your hands at 7:00 and 4:30...

OK, that's enough.
He's... he's hypnotized.

All right. Walter, forget
the combination.

I want to take you to the day

that you sustained your brain damage.

In Iraq?
Yeah.

In the Humvee?

Are you in a Humvee?

No. I'm on foot.

In Iraq?

No. I'm in Afghanistan.

Wait, I thought that
he was blown up in Iraq.

He was.

Walter?

I want you to leave Afghanistan
and I want you to go to Iraq.

Sorry.
I'm in Afghanistan.

What are you doing in Afghanistan?

Looking for a stolen Humvee.

There it is.

Walter.

Walter?

When I snap my fingers,
you can wake up.

Wow.

That was very helpful.

You were hypnotized but you
didn't do what I asked you.

He hijacked your hypnosis.
Is that possible?

Let's hit the sack, boys.

If we don't find
that bullet tomorrow,

a man gets fried at midnight.

What... just happened?

Walter.

All right, now, I'm Ross.

Dr. Sweets, you're
Glen Hogan, the victim.

Now, the bullet didn't
come from over here.

It came from there.

How could Ross get that wrong?

No. What he heard was
the echo off of his truck.

Where's the bullet at, Walter?

No, how could you know that
what Ross heard was an echo?

Flamenco dancers.

That's what I learned
when you hypnotized me.

No. Theoretically, you
can't be both hypnotized

and in control of
your own hypnotic state.

What can I say?
I've got a unique brain.

Nobody looked in this
direction for the bullet?

I'd like to say I couldn't
do it without you,

Dr. Sweets, but that's just wrong.

Although I admit,
you did make it easier.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

Now, either that beautiful
girl is a practicing Hindu

or she has a bullet in her forehead.

It's not insanity, Dr. Sweets.

It's a gift.

Hey, Willa, great hands.

All right.

I like your bathing suit.

Thanks.

It's so... individual.

Huh.

Ballistics on that bullet

you found in the billboard
are inconclusive.

Was it a .38?

Probably.

But it was definitely not fired

from Eddie Ross's service revolver.

Was it the bullet that killed Hogan?

Look, it's been 20 years.

If there was ever
any DNA on the bullet,

there's no trace on it now.

Does it raise enough doubt to keep
Ross out of the electric chair?

No. But get this.

It matched a bullet found in a murdered
veterinarian in fountain blue.

Murdered when?

Please say it's around

the time Hogan was murdered.

The next day.

What does this have
to do with Hogan's murder?

How good a shot was Ross?

He was a marksman.

He competed for Miami-dade
against other police departments.

Ross said he fired
at the shooter, right?

What if he didn't miss?

Wait a minute.

Are you saying the imaginary killer

ran off with a bullet in him?

That would explain why
nobody could find the bullet.

Say you're a bad guy.

You shoot at a cop.

The cop shoots back.

You've got a bullet inside you.

You can't go to the hospital.

They report that
sort of stuff, right?

So where are you gonna go?

Veterinarian.

I can evaluate and help, you know.

I do it all the time at home.

Bad guy kills the vet
to wipe the trail clean.

Yeah, OK, I've got to admit,
it sounds very Florida.

Do you now feel compelled
to find the second bullet?

No.

That's good.

I feel impelled.

So... is that better?

No, no.

Not in the least.

Hey, I'll catch you later.

Willa? I wondered where you went.

Thanks for a lovely day.

Isn't... this is Carmella's car.

Is it?

You're stealing Carmella's car?

I would never admit to that.

Can I come with you?

You'd be an accessory.

What, you mean, like cufflinks?

Get in.

I'll teach you a few legal terms.

Could I ask what you're doing?

I am cogitating upon
the notion of inconclusive.

Oh, that's a coincidence
'cause so am I.

I'm alluding to your mental state.

Yeah, I got that.

I am alluding to ballistics.

I think we've been looking
for the wrong gun.

.38 caliber revolver?

Ballistics said that
was inconclusive,

which means that there was
an irregularity they couldn't explain.

I think our shooter
misled police by using

ammunition designed
for a different revolver.

The casings for a .38 and
a .357 are the same diameter.

Look at that.

So, if you're telling me
that someone can look crazy...

But be totally sane,
I have to tell you

that the opposite could also be true.

Well, true as that may be,
look in the mirror,

that is not what I'm saying.

I'm saying our killer shot Hogan

with a .357 loaded
with .38 caliber ammo.

You know it would be great

if we didn't get pulled over.

I'm not scared.

Everybody's got to get
arrested at least once, right?

I'm on probation.

Relax.

You only live once, right?

I've never stolen a car.

Boy, does it feel great or what?

Well, you didn't steal the car.

I did.

Does that break some
kind of criminal code?

Yes, Kevin, it breaks
the code of the underworld

to drive a car
that someone else stole.

I carry a .45 auto.

King of the one-shot-stop.

I favor the 9-millimeter auto.

Ross carried a .38.

So did Hogan.

Can you think of
anybody that fired a .357?

Clint Eastwood, man...
Way back in the seventies.

No. Internal affairs.

They carry .357s.

No, no, he said fire, not carry.

Yeah, internal affairs.

Those guys barely need
guns at all, right?

Excuse me.

Mr. Sherman.

Hey, I figured out why
you take all those antacids.

Is that right?
Yep.

Since you take a lot of painkillers,

it upset your stomach.

Do you know why you take
all those painkillers?

I do.

I'm old, got arthritis.

I like that, but no.

It's because Ross shot
you after you killed Hogan.

That bullet's still inside of you.

Damn.

That makes sense.

Internal affairs, man.

Who watches the watchers?

Sweets!

# Tryin' to make
some sense of it all #

# but I can see it
makes no sense at all #

# is it cool to go
to sleep on the floor? #

# I don't think that
I can take anymore #

# clowns to the left of me

# jokers to the right

# here I am, stuck in
the middle with you #

Ohh.

Let me borrow your gun.

Hell no, man.

It's against regulations
to give a civilian a gun.

You know that.

Really?
Really.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Detective Coleman?

Yeah?

Right now all we have
is circumstantial evidence

that you shot Hogan.

That was enough to
put Ross on death row.

Well, if you shoot me, it's definite.

Do you really want
to kill me that badly?

You're annoying as hell.

It might be worth it.

Do you think he's that crazy?

His eerie calm implies
either fatalistic acceptance

of his fate... or a psychotic break.

Eh, I'm going to risk it.

Here come the police.

I'm gonna walk away.

You want to shoot me
in the back, go ahead.

I don't think you have the stones.

# Jokers to the right

# here I am, stuck in
the middle with you #

Don't shoot him in the back.

You shot a retired cop in the back

with a gun you stole from
an unconscious policeman?

Yes, I did.

You shot an unarmed man
in the back as he walked away?

Yes. Well, in the back of the ass.

It was actually a pretty good shot.

Did you have a reason?

Yeah. He kept leaning to one
side like he was farting.

Oh. So you shot
a man for passing gas?

The butt cheek that he was favoring,

that's where the bullet was.

So I shot him in the same place.

OK, I'm trying...
I'm trying really hard

not to find you insane, but you're
making it very difficult for me.

The missing bullet was in
the old man's rear end.

I sure hope so, otherwise,
I'm going to prison.

Couldn't you find a more humane
way to get the bullet out?

Yeah. We could get a warrant
to take him into custody,

and then get a warrant
to get an X-ray,

and then get a warrant
to remove the bullet.

I just thought it was wrong
to let an innocent man go

to the electric chair while
lawyers argued about warrants.

See, Walter is able to discern
between right and wrong.

But what if they only
find your bullet in his...

In there?

Well, then I guess I got
a lot more finding to do.

I'm screwed.

What am I going to do?
My dad's going to kill me.

- I told you to slow down.
- That doesn't help now.

That's the past.

How's about thinking
of something useful?

Just... quit panicking, OK?

You stole this car. Not me.

Who do you think the cops are
going to believe, you or me?

Uhh.

You're on probation.

Hey, chicken little,

what we're going to do is walk away.

Walk away?

There's nothing to tie this to us.

We'll go in different directions.

Yeah, I don't even know which...

Which way is home?

Uhh.

That way.

I'm outta here.

Good knowing you, Kev.

Oh, well, good.

It's nice to see you here with
both your lawyer and your shrink.

Can I take my client home?

Not my jurisdiction.

2 bullets removed
from Coleman's butt.

The older one was fired from
Ross's weapon 20 years ago.

The newer bullet was fired
by Walter with Bronski's gun.

That is a relief.

I did not want my Christmas
dessert to be butterscotch pudding.

Both bullets, the one
from the billboard, as well

as the one from the dead
veterinarian matched Coleman's .357.

Why did Coleman
kill the veterinarian?

Who cares?

Obviously because the vet refused to remove
Ross's bullet from his gluteus maximus.

Well, my work is done.
Found the 2 bullets.

No, wait.

Don't you want to know
why Coleman killed Hogan?

Just don't care.

I bet it was because
they both loved Gloria.

Romance gone bad.

I don't give a flying fudgesicle.

How could you not...
how could you not want to know?

I mean, this is
a whole murder mystery.

Walter doesn't care
about murder mysteries.

I really don't.

Walter just likes to find things.

Does that make Walter crazy?

I feel like someone
is crazy in all this...

I just hope it's not me.

Oh, God.

So, Coleman caught
Bronski and Fontana

pocketing cash from drug busts.

They offered him a cut
to look the other way.

He took it.

Gloria found out about Bronski
and Fontana, told Hogan.

Hogan went to internal
affairs and told Coleman.

Coleman knew that Bronski
and Fontana would flip on him,

so he killed Hogan.

Huh.

Huh?

The finding stuff is way more
interesting than the murder stuff.

Who's making breakfast?

You and me.

Are you seeing
Kevin Montgomery today?

Nope.

Why, what happened?

Just the usual reasons.

The usual boy-girl reasons.

So, did Walter pass
the insanity test?

Uh, no.

No, he did not.

What?

What's the matter?

Walter failed the crazy test.

I'm gonna miss
helping you out, Isabel.

The test doesn't matter.

The only thing that matters

is what teen idol FBI shrink
boy puts in his report.

I'd like to certify Walter.

I think he's an amazing talent.

I... am very unique.

But I'm leaving here with no insight

into what compels
Walter to find things.

Tell the man, Walter.

I was, um...

I was in Iraq...

In a Humvee with 7 men...

West of a town called Al Mawali.

I was looking for a very
active insurgent bomb maker.

My job was to find him.

But what happened was...

What happened was...
is that he found me first.

Understand?

Drove right over one of his IEDs.

Was the explosion what
caused your brain damage?

The explosion is
what killed 6 good men.

Ripped them apart.

And I woke up 2 months
later a changed man.

Changed how?

When I set out to find something now,

Dr. Sweets, I either find it...

Or I die trying.

Now you know what compels me.

Hey! How's it going?

How's it feel to know you did exactly

what Jesus wanted you to do?

Dr. Sweets, are you
staying for breakfast?

Uh, no, I'm... I'm going to
go back to the real world.

But... thank you for your hospitality.

# I know just because...

Dr. Sweets?

Yeah?

# I'm in misery...

Can you tell me
what you're going to do?

I'm going to sign off on Walter
for a period of 6 months.

Really?

Yeah.

Ha!

You won't regret it.

If you ever need anything found...

Believe me, I know.