Blue Bloods (2010–…): Season 1, Episode 20 - All That Glitters - full transcript

-Foryou.
WOMAN: Thank you.

- And you. There you go.
MAN: Thanks.

[CHATTERlNG]

So, what did you think?

Well, who knew that beef lollipop
and foie gras mousse and mint

- could be so delicious?
- You're making fun of me.

No. I loved it.

Now I see
why it's so hard to get in this place.

I had the best day today, Maggie.

You should see your face right now,
you're beaming.

It's all the sun we got on the water taxi
at Battery Park.



Now, I gotta say, the Statue of Liberty
from that perspective

- really was something.
- Yeah.

Excuse me. I hate to interrupt, but
they want me to close out for the night.

Oh, sure. You need us to settle up?
No problem.

- How was everything?
- Fantastic.

My wife kept telling me
lowa's got nothing like this.

MAYA: That's the state that grows
all the corn?

- Or is it potatoes?
- No, corn.

Thought most of what I grow now
is turned into biofuel? Ethanol?

It's a renewable energy source.

My husband loves his work.

Cool.

Well, enjoy the rest of your trip.

For you.



Thank you. You sure I can't get you
anything else before I go?

LANCE:
No, we're fine.

I am just gonna go
and have my after-dinner cigar.

But not right outside, okay?

The smoke gets in,
customers hate it.

But a little ways down to the left
is cool.

I'll be back
before you finish your sambuca.

Okay.

FRANK: Hey.
- Sorry I'm late.

Well, you said you were running
a half hour behind,

so that makes you on time.

Long day?

Some eight-hour days feel
like a week.

Yeah.

Anything you wanna unload?

How are you?

Me?

Well, I'm headed for another run-in
with the Port Authority.

Ian Boyd was shot dead today.

Good. Who shot him?

A convenience store owner
he was trying to rob,

but not before he was able to kill
a young woman

who was also in the store.

She was trying to warn the owner,
she saw a gun.

Ian shot her.

She was pronounced dead
at the scene.

I'm sorry.

He should've been behind bars
for the last robbery.

That was a jury's decision.

Yeah. On a case that I lost.

And because I lost it,
he was back on the streets.

And because of that,
a young woman is dead.

You can't tell me I don't bear
some responsibility for that.

Okay.

Menus or another round?

Both.

MAN:
I'm telling you she's not there.

- Did you try the monkfish?
- I wanted to.

It all sounded good.
I had the bay scallops.

[GUNSHOTS]

MAN 1:
What was that?

MAN 2: Those were gunshots.
They had to be.

What's going on?

Oh, God, Lance. No. No.

Call 91 1!

Hurry, my husband's been shot!

POLlCEMAN:
Step back.

Let me get this straight.

The shots ring out,
but after a quick peek,

customers just go back to eating
their meals like nothing happened?

That's what they said.

Must be one hell of a restaurant.

Make you wait around for months
for a reservation,

they don't even let a man
getting shot interrupt their dinner.

What else you got for me?

Well, the victim was a tourist
from lowa, Lance Olson.

He's at St. Benjamin's Hospital
with the wife, Margaret.

Shot three times.

All his money
and his credit cards taken.

- You find the gun?
- No, not yet.

All right. Keep searching.
What about the canvass?

Some people were sleeping.

The ones that were awake didn't think
it was that big of a deal.

Gunshots not new
to this neighborhood

no matter how many fancy restaurants
they put on this street.

Canvass again just in case
somebody didn't answer their door.

Widen the search perimeter
for the weapon.

Right.

You know, Jack,
you know what I can't figure out?

A well lit-up area right here,
a nice little bench,

why is the husband
smoking next to a dumpster?

Well, the manager says
that's where they steer the smokers.

Iowan gunned down
in the Big Apple.

Press is going to eat this up,
so to speak.

- Yeah, well, it's not our problem.
- No.

Why are you still up?

Oh, Erin got some bad news tonight.
You remember the Boyd case?

Sure, where her eyewitness
got ripped apart on the stand.

Well, he shot
and killed a young woman

in a robbery attempt earlier tonight
before the bodega owner killed him.

How's she taking it?

As you can imagine.

Poor baby.

She's successful
because she's so hard on herself,

but she pays dearly for it.

And I still worry about her
like she's...

Like she's your own kid.

Does that ever go away?

Not really.

I'll make some coffee.

Well, if I wasn't awake,
I would be now.

What happened?

A tourist was shot
on the Lower East Side.

He's critical.

Mrs. Olson?

Detective Reagan.
My partner, Detective Curatola.

He just got out of surgery.

They think they stopped the bleeding,
but they said it was very bad.

Uh... We know it's a trying time
for you.

We need to ask you some questions
and we're hoping that you can help us.

What am I going to do
if he doesn't pull through?

We understand you're the first person
to find your husband after he was shot.

Did you see anyone?

Anything? Anybody follow him
out of the restaurant?

I heard the gunshots
and I ran outside.

My husband was lying
on the ground.

It's my fault.

I dragged him here.

I came here with my girlfriend
shopping and seeing shows and...

I love it here
and I wanted him to as well.

Mrs. Olson, when you were outside,

did you see anything?
A car, anyone around?

I don't know.

Right when I was coming out,
somebody passed me.

Did you get a look at them?

It happened so fast.

Was it a man, a woman?
Did you see what they were wearing?

- Were they short, tall?
- A man.

He had on one of those sweatshirts
with a hood.

Do you know what color?

Blue? It was dark-colored.

How about his face?

He had the hood up.

I didn't get a good look
because Lance...

Mrs. Olson,
the manager of the restaurant said

that your husband paid
a very large bill in cash.

Is it typical for him
to carry a lot of cash around?

He likes to pay cash.
He says businesses appreciate it.

Okay, so he had a lot of cash on him.
Who would have known that?

Today, yesterday?

We got in,

we stayed in the room
at the hotel all night.

This is kind of
a second honeymoon.

We've been married ten years.

The bellman, the cab driver.

The waitress at the restaurant tonight,
Lance gave her a really nice tip.

That's Lance, nice to everyone.

You've been very helpful.

We'll find out who did this
to your husband, Mrs. Olson.

Thank you.

Caucasian male,
approximately 74 years old.

- Fixed posterior...
- Condition the body's in,

he's been dead at least a day,
I'd say.

Hundreds of people walk by
and nobody bothers to call, you know.

Guess they figure he's homeless,
who cares?

But he was someone's loved one.

Figure, just being human
should earn you better, right?

JAMlE: Yeah.
- I mean...

Excuse me, Dr. Trent.

Reagan, it's our second crime scene,
you can call me Laura.

Laura, I was just wondering, are you
writing it up as natural causes?

Well, insulin found on the body
initially indicated complications

arising from diabetes,

but neon green fluid
in the mouth cavity

could be antifreeze.
Have to wait on the tox screen, though.

- So you're calling it a homicide?
- Preliminarily.

Lots to learn back at the lab.

So it's totality of circumstances.

Exactly. Why are you so interested?

I'm only on the job six months,
I figured the best way to learn

is to ask questions
from smart people.

Well, you're right.

Ask questions, keep an open mind,
work hard.

I appreciate your taking the time,
Dr.-- Laura.

Keep up the good work, Reagan.

Thanks, I'll try.

Attaboy.

- What?
- Shame on you, Reagan.

- What?
- Hitting on a doctor over a body?

Do you also flirt at funerals?

I'm just trying to learn, okay?

You jealous somebody else
might have something to teach me?

Knucklehead, go.

Okay, sarge.

Can we just jump right in?

- Do you have another speed?
- No, I don't.

Tourism in New York
is a multibillion-dollar industry

partly predicated
on a kind of safari model.

They're gonna be disappointed if they
don't get close to the lions and tigers,

but really disappointed
if one of them eats them.

It's a fine line.

That's a harsh way to put it.

Yes, it is, but that's the version
the press will hammer you on.

This is a safe city.

Not for white lowa farmer, Mr. Olson,
it turned out, and he's the story.

I am not going to try and parse
this tragedy along racial divides.

All due respect, it's not your choice.
The elephant's already in the room.

I could speak to the facts,
I don't have to join the circus.

Like it or not, you're gonna have to play
to the house on this, just a little.

Just enough to show
that you share the outrage.

I do, Garrett. A man was murdered.

- You know what I mean.
- I hate that, "You know what I mean."

- I'm just doing my job.
- I hate that too.

I can stall until Monday
without looking like we're stalling.

The press conference
must be timely,

but independent of any progress
on the case.

- There can be no rush to judgment.
- Done.

- Thank you.
- Welcome.

All right, thanks.

Well, we can forget
about the cab driver.

Picked up two fares after he dropped
the Olsons at the restaurant.

GPS shows him in Yonkers
at the time of the shooting.

Well, this waitress,
I don't know what to say.

Has no record,
but we can't find her anywhere.

- Won't answer her phone or her door.
- She's a possible, though.

I mean, she works in the restaurant,
sees Mr. Olson pull out that cash.

She calls an accomplice.
Mr. Olson goes outside to smoke,

- accomplice shows up, it all goes bad.
- Right.

Well, I have her employee record
from the restaurant.

I'm thinking maybe an emergency
contact can help us out somewhere.

What about robberies
in the neighborhood?

Four in the last year.
Two of them went unsolved,

one guy's still in Rikers,
and the fourth one is Brian Stratton.

Walked because the victim
never showed up.

- Wait. You said Brian Stratton?
- Yeah. Why?

Brian Stratton's
her emergency contact.

- The waitress? You kidding me?
- Yeah. Wait one sec.

And look at this.

His number was called
from the restaurant phone

- just before she clocked out.
- Our possible just became a probable.

[ROCK MUSlC PLAYlNG]

Door's open.

- Looks like we're invited to the party.
- Yeah.

- Think they're rolling on E?
- The love drug? This should be easy.

Hey, you Ecstasy heads.
Hey, you two, get down.

Get down.

You wanna dance your way
out of here?

- Oh, yeah. Totally.
- Yeah, all right.

N.Y.P.D.

[MUSlC TURNS OFF]

N.Y.P.D., morons.

Come with us for questioning
in an assault case.

Make that questioning
in a murder case.

Lance Olson just died.

What do you know?
Get some clothes on.

REPORTER 1: Mrs. Olson.
REPORTER 2: Mrs. Olson.

[REPORTERS CHATTERlNG]

REPORTER 3:.
Is there any update?

Mrs. Olson has suffered
a terrible loss.

She will have the full resources
of the city at her disposable.

The person responsible
for this heinous crime

will be brought to justice.

You have my word and that of the
district attorney's office. Excuse me.

- Your sister's on the case?
- Oh, yeah.

- Do you Reagans ever take a day off?
- Not if we can help it.

What about the waitress and her
boyfriend? Back down to Earth yet?

- We'll find out. Which one you want?
- I'll take the dancer.

- Since you had your turn with her.
- Ha, ha. Funny.

Ever been to prison, Maya?

I mean, they got no Ecstasy there.

Nothing to make the mean people
suddenly turn nice.

- I know.
- So, what's your plan?

Bump and grab, get what you can.
But you didn't have any idea

- Brian was gonna bring a gun.
- There was no gun.

All we did was go score some E.

- She called me to pick her up.
JACKlE: Right.

Fancy electronics,
a couple hundred weekly on E.

Money for that's gotta be
from somewhere.

- We didn't jack anyone.
- You know what?

Maya's probably already told my
partner everything he needs to know.

And she's probably got a sweet deal.
I guess you're not getting one.

Come on, Maya, just talk to me,
all right. I promise you'll feel better.

You'll go easy on the drugs
and everything?

I'll see what I can do.
Talk to the ADA,

but you need to tell me the truth
right now.

How we'd get extra cash
is every once in a while,

I get a bunch of customers' numbers
and sell them.

Credit card numbers.

The guy I work with
waits before using them

- so it doesn't track back to me.
- What about the shooting?

- We had nothing to do with that guy.
- Come on, Maya.

Brian picked me up and we went
to East River Park to score.

- That's it. I swear.
- Come on.

Did you see anyone
outside that restaurant?

No.

But a couple of blocks away,

we saw this black guy
tearing down the street in a hoodie,

maybe blue.

We nearly ran over him
on Brian's Vespa.

We almost hit this crazy black dude
with my bike.

Does that help?

Remember him enough
to work with our sketch artist?

Waiting tables,
you get a good memory for faces.

I hope you're telling the truth
because if not,

you're gonna remember this face
for a long time.

FRANK: Extra uniformed officers
and anti-crime teams

have already been rotated
into the popular tourist areas

in the Lower East Side
and other neighborhoods

that are famously
our city's nightlife destinations.

REPORTER 1: Sir.
REPORTER 2: Commissioner.

Isn't that a case of too little too late?

No, it's a question
of reacting appropriately

to a tragic incident
that occurred in this city.

I would like to stress this here,
we have seen no uptick

in any of the metrics
that we depend on that says to me

that the death of Mr. Olson
was part of a trend or wave

or whatever term you choose
to overlay on it.

REPORTER 3:. Commissioner?
- Yes.

You yourself have ordered
an increased police presence

in exactly the kinds of neighborhoods
where this murder took place.

So that our citizens and visitors alike

could enjoy
an added sense of security.

And I didn't hear a question.
What's next?

Here's my question, commissioner.
Can you honestly say--?

If I say it, it's my honest opinion.

--that the effect of this brutal murder
in terms of the profile of the city

and the $30 billion
in tourism revenue we depend on

can somehow be minimized

by your department's
comforting statistics?

Are you finished?

Yes, sir.

What we're really talking about here
is that a well-to-do white male,

visiting from the Midwest
was murdered in our city.

Now, with the right kind
of purposeful slant,

you can resurrect
an image of New York

as a city of mean streets
and roaming predators,

one that sells newspapers
and advertising minutes.

But from where I sit,
the death of Mr. Olson,

of two girls from Harlem
in a drive-by shooting,

of an elderly man
from a mugging in the Bronx,

these are all equally unacceptable.

We try every day
to do everything we can

to prevent them
from happening again.

Thanks for coming.

REPORTERS:
Commissioner.

Those two flakes weren't lying
about their alibi.

I found the drug dealer in the park
where they said he'd be.

And he lD'd Brian and Maya's pictures
out of a dozen I have here.

Said they show up every Thursday
like clockwork.

Well, I got the artist sketch
of Maya's description.

It's in the hands of every uniform
and detective on the Lower East Side.

Checking it
against surveillance cameras,

dog walkers, stoop sitters,
anybody with eyes on the streets.

I don't know.
You think this guy's for real

- or a hallucination of some stoners?
- I don't know. Their alibi held up.

[CELL PHONE RlNGS]

Hold on, partner.
We may be batting a thousand.

A bodega owner just recognized
the sketch. Let's go.

OWNER: It's Pierre.
- Does he have a last name?

No, just Pierre. He's Haitian.

He drives a cab 12 hours a day then
jogs in the neighborhood afterwards.

You know, I've told him
a black man running at night

is just asking for trouble.

But he says it keeps him sane.

He comes in for water
and plantain chips after his run.

- Do you know where he lives?
OWNER: No.

- Is he in some kind of trouble?
- Just need to talk to him.

Look, you say Pierre drives a cab.

Happen to know
which company he drives for?

Steady Cabs. Real sweatshop.

Pierre says he gets only 80 bucks
for a 1 2-hour shift.

- Good. You've been a real help.
- I hope so.

Most of my customers are a pain,
but Pierre, he's one of the good ones.

Good to know.

Here's number three.

That's the number the guy
from the cab company gave us.

WOMAN: Yes?
- Police.

Can you open the door, ma'am?
We need to ask you a few questions.

- What's this about?
- Looking for Pierre Dornay. Is he here?

That's my husband.
What's this about?

We need to speak to him.
Can you get him please?

Pierre, it's the police.
They want to talk to you.

- Hey! Go around, Jackie. Hey!
- Yeah.

DANNY:
Hey!

Hey! Stop!

Police!

Hey!

Pierre!

Hold up!

Hold it!

Hey!

Stop!

Where you going? Where?
Get your hands down and turn around.

- Turn around.
- I did nothing wrong.

Yeah, right. And I'm Mother Teresa.

DANNY: Oh, and here they come,
the vultures.

Only channel on their police
scanners they care for.

All right, come on.

Step back.

Step back. I said move it.

- Hey.
MAN: Freedom of the press.

DANNY:
Come on. Come on.

Step aside.

Come on, innocent people do not run
from the police, Pierre.

In my country, they do.

Is that because you were a dirty cop,
so they ran from you?

- I did nothing wrong.
- Your record from Haiti says

you were thrown off the force
for stealing.

That is a lie.

I was trapped in the earthquake
for three days.

I prayed to live.

And a man,
he said that God sent him to dig.

And so he dug day and night
until he found me.

I knew from that point on,
I must always be a good man.

So when I saw the others stealing
on the force, I told.

They made up their lie
to silence me.

Wow, that's a touching story.

- It's the truth.
DANNY: All right.

Let's say you are telling the truth.

That would put you two blocks
from the restaurant

around the time of the shooting.
Did you see anything? Hear anything?

No. No, nothing of notice.

Except a man walked passed me.

And what makes him so special?

He walked quick, quick,
and he turned his head away

Iike he purposely didn't want
to be seen.

- Anything else?
- His clothes.

It didn't match.

On top he wore a big hoodie

and on the bottom were nice trousers
and shiny leather shoes.

It was strange.

Police got a break in the fatal shooting
of Iowan tourist Lance Olson

when a Haitian cab driver,
Pierre Dornay,

was taken into custody
for the brutal murder

of the heartland visitor
to New York City.

Lance Olson, a pioneer

in the development
of sustainable biofuels that...

All right, well,
the wife didn't wanna tell me,

but since she lost her job,

Pierre's more and more desperate
for money.

I'm thinking this is a guy
in the wrong place at the wrong time.

Witnesses put him
running from the scene of the crime--

Where he apparently jogs
every night.

When we go to talk to him,
guy dives out the window.

Come on, that's guilty as hell.

I know he looks guilty, Jackie,
but it doesn't feel right.

Maybe it's a coincidence.
Look at the media.

The heartland pioneer attacked
by the scary immigrant.

They're throwing this guy
to the wolves. It doesn't feel right.

Well, explain that to your sister.

Detectives, I hear
you have a good suspect in custody.

Well, that's a matter of opinion,
which at the moment is split.

- You have anything on motive?
- They're drowning in debt.

I mean, he has a list of thefts,
although none of them are violent.

We know he's a step away
from robbing someone

and hurting them at the same time.

We should go back to the wife.
See if she can identify the suspect.

Whoa, she said
she didn't get a good look at the guy.

A statement she made a few hours
after her husband was shot.

- Give her another opportunity.
- Opportunity for what?

To make something up? She said
she didn't get a good look at the guy.

To tell us whether,
upon further reflection,

she can identity a suspect.

Of course
she can identify the suspect now.

His face is all over the TV. Come--

If she identifies Pierre now, it's gonna
have stink on it and you know it.

Look, we have a visitor to the city

who, in one moment is holding hands
with her husband across dinner,

a few hours, later he's dead.

I think she should have the chance,
if she can,

to put the man responsible away.

Okay.

Doc.

Got more questions?

I have a favor to ask.

I'm listening.

I've misplaced my memo book
containing my notes

from the homeless man scene.

Did the dog eat
your homework, officer?

I wish.

It's gonna make me look like a jerk

if I have to ask my boss
to log me on the system

to get the information for the reports.

- Yeah, that doesn't look good.
- No, it doesn't.

So I was wondering if...

If I'd log you in here?

Makes you a hero
and me just a little bit less of a jerk.

You're lucky I have a soft spot
for rookies.

- I owe you one.
- Mm.

A favor from a rook
might not mean much, but--

Hey, you never know.

You say he spoke his mind,
I say he shot himself in the foot.

Then let's just agree to disagree,
shall we?

The mayor would appreciate
a clarifying statement.

Every reporter there understood
exactly what he was talking about.

There's nothing to clarify or rescind,
end of story.

- The mayor requested it, end of story.
- Okay, here you go.

The commissioner regrets
that in his statements to the press,

he didn't emphasize the need
for visitors

to exercise reasonable caution
in emerging neighborhoods

where the underprivileged
are being pushed out.

- Oh, here you go.
FRANK: Where a bodega

that still takes food stamps
sits next to a restaurant

that gets 50 bucks a plate
for mac and cheese. How's that?

Okay, I give up.
But the mayor won't.

Thanks for dropping by.

- You're an idiot.
- Thank you.

- She's right, you know.
- No, I don't know.

Your position won't be compromised
by embracing the fact

that tourism is good
for New York City.

Equating the murder
of a white wealthy tourist

- to an old man mugged in the Bronx--
- That's not what I said, you know it.

- I know it's how it was perceived.
- Only by someone

- who didn't bother to listen.
- The mayor listened.

We're done here, Garrett.

Detective Reagan, ma'am. This is--

Erin Boyle of the
Manhattan district attorney's office.

I'm Margaret's sister, Leslie.

We were hoping to speak to her
if we could.

Come on in. She's resting.

This is my husband, Mark, and--

I'm Carl Perry, friend of the family.

He was kind enough to fly us here.

I'll go get Margaret.

So you two are from lowa also?

Yeah. We're...

We haven't had a murder
in my hometown

for five years, detective.

You lure people here
with your glitzy advertising

and then put a fancy restaurant
in a hellhole,

while the armed criminals
roam the streets.

You guys just get in or something?

Yeah, this morning,
and we're just staying long enough

to get my brother-in-law's body
and fly him back home.

All right, all right, Mark,

take it easy, all right?
They're here to help.

How are you doing?

I'm numb.

Mrs. Olson, we could use your help
if you're up to it.

You said that you didn't clearly see
the face of the man

who was running from your husband
after he was shot.

Has anything come back to you?

I don't think so.

We'd like to put you
in front of a lineup

to see if anything
would jog your memory.

They said
that you arrested somebody.

Did you see any of that
on the news?

No. I can't bear to watch it.

Do you think
you could handle the lineup?

I'll do anything
to put Lance's killer behind bars.

Okay. Let's go.

All right, I want you to take a look
at all the men in this lineup.

Tell me if you recognize any one
of them.

- Number five.
- Number five.

I recognize him.

Okay, where do you recognize
number five from?

That's the man I saw running away
from Lance after he was shot.

- She picked him.
- She got lucky.

We have two independent witnesses
that corroborate.

Come on, we just served this guy up
on a silver platter for her.

Well, then he'll have 20 to life
to commiserate

with all the other murderers
who insist they're innocent.

I read eyewitness testimonies
are responsible

- for a lot of wrongful convictions.
- But that cuts both ways.

Sometimes it's the closest account
to what actually happened.

And the best shot
at making your case.

Jurors hear what happened
from a layperson, they perk up.

Which is fine, Grandpa,
as long as the witness really saw

- what they say they did.
- She lost her husband.

What is she gonna gain by lying?

I don't know. But all I do know
is first she said she didn't see a face.

Then suddenly she saw a face.

Of course, it turns out to be this guy
who's plastered all over television.

Oh, Mom let us watch TV
when you arrested that man.

He looks like a bad guy.

What do you mean,
he looks like a bad guy?

- You know? Scary.
DANNY: Boys, listen.

We've all arrested guys,
bad guys and scary guys, okay?

But you can't tell if a guy's bad or not
just by looking at him.

We put a guy in handcuffs and we
walk him in front of the news cameras.

Sometimes they look very scary,

and it's really because
they're scared themselves.

- Oh.
- Dad, you wanna weigh in on this?

Yes, I do.

The lamb was perfect.

Too bad they didn't have lamb
at your press conference, Francis.

- Whoa, Poppy.
- Just telling it like it is.

Sis, I think you're the one in
the most difficult position here.

Oh, actually, it's the Haitian guy
who's in the worst position here.

I'm clearing.

I like these cabinets.
They're original to the house. Cool it.

I know you two are supposed to be
all grown up, but humor me here.

Danny, what makes you think
this guy is innocent?

I don't know if he's innocent. I think
with all the pressure on this case,

the guy could use a devil's advocate
on the inside.

This guy gave us a clue that
only a good cop would know, Dad.

Does that point you
towards another suspect?

It opens the door to the possibility

that maybe
this wasn't just another street crime.

- Erin.
- He's got motive, opportunity.

The wife puts him
practically tripping over the body.

Danny wants to complicate this.

I don't know
why you're so hot for this guy.

He's an ex-cop
with a hard-luck story.

Sympathize with him all you want,
don't let it cloud your judgment.

- I'm not.
- Yeah, you are.

Erin, you can't undo what happened
with lan Boyd.

- I'm not--
- Not with this case, not with any case.

You think I'm rehashing that here?

Two felony murders,
grieving relatives.

You tell me.

You're not gonna back off of him,
are you?

If he's the guy, I want him as bad
as anybody else, including you.

And if he's not,
I'd love some solid evidence.

You'll get it. By the book.

I'll hold off on the indictment.

Well...

You know, when Jamie was born,

we tried to move you two into
the same room. Remember that?

- Sort of.
- We couldn't afford it, but next day,

your mom and I started looking
for a bigger house.

True story.

Come on in.
You wanted to talk to me?

We just wanted to tie up
a few loose ends, Mrs. Olson.

Will this take long?

I need to meet everybody
to sign the transfer permit

so we can take Lance's body home.

We're just looking at this case from
every angle before we wrap it up.

You see, all along we've looked
at this as a crime of opportunity,

but we wanted
to at least consider the fact

that maybe it wasn't random.

What do you mean?

Well, maybe somebody wanted
to harm your husband.

Business associate, an enemy.

Lance doesn't have any enemies.

So this morning, we revisited
your husband's phone records,

especially while he was here
in New York.

But we decided
to go back a few months

and there's a lot of calls
to a Carl Perry.

Carl. He and Lance
did business together.

You're not suggesting
he had something to do with this?

You know, Mrs. Olson,
this would be a really good time

for you to be frank with us.

You see, when we accessed
Carl's phone records,

we noticed a lot of calls
to your home

at times that your husband's
calendar shows he wasn't there.

And your credit card record shows
three weekends at a Hotel Mandolin.

Pretty romantic place
and you weren't with your husband.

We have the hotel confirming
right now

that you were actually with Carl.

You wanna talk about it,
Mrs. Olson?

My husband was away so much.

So consumed by his work.

And Carl,
he thought he was in love with me.

It was so wrong and stupid,
but I broke it off.

And I swore to myself
I'd make it up to Lance.

That's what this trip was about.

I asked you before,

do you really think Carl could do
something like this?

No, it's impossible.

Well, jealousy's a strong motive,
Mrs. Olson.

You never really know
what someone's capable of.

JACKlE:
Thanks very much for coming in.

Come with me.

COP 1: Way to go.
COP 2: It's all set.

COP 1:
Good to go.

- What's up? Is he sweating?
- He's trying not to show it.

- Got anything useful out of her?
- They met at dinner

for Lance's biofuel investors.

Apparently, there was a spark
she just couldn't ignore.

And then at the Hotel Mandolin

where the two of them
were canoodling last year,

she learned that Carl was a junky
for champagne and breakfast in bed.

And partial to bacon,
extra, extra crispy.

- All right. Let's see if we can use it.
- Mm-hm.

This list of Lance's business
associates will be very helpful.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

And one other thing.

You're a pilot.

I mean, you pilots,
you prepare for emergencies, right?

You do, like, dry runs.

You don't want anything to happen
you're not prepared for.

Right. So hypothetically,
if you wanted to kill someone,

say someone like Lance, you'd
probably do a dry run, wouldn't you?

What are you saying?

Now, this is crazy.
I don't have to hear this.

You're gonna hear everything
I gotta say.

- Why would I kill Lance?
- Because you love his wife.

That's what Margaret's
telling my partner in the other room.

In fact, she's saying
a whole lot of things about you.

Let's see. She's talking about
the Mandolin Hotel,

and champagne breakfast in bed,
and how you like crispy bacon,

and yeah,
talking about the dry run you did.

Here's a receipt.

It's your receipt
from one month ago.

The same restaurant where
Lance was killed. Imagine that.

I came to New York on a business
deal and I met Ray Lawrence

and we went to dinner.
Ask him about it.

I did.
He said you chose the restaurant.

I don't know where to eat here.
He suggested and we decided on this.

So how about the waiter?

Who you asked where somebody
would go if they wanted to smoke.

Lance smoked, didn't he?

I come from lowa to New York
and I eat at the same restaurant

and I have a smoke,
what does that prove?

I'll tell you what it proves.

It proves everything
that Margaret is saying.

That you wanted to be with her

and you wanted
to have Lance's money too.

- I know what you're trying to do.
- Do you?

How's it going in here?

Well, that's up to Carl here.

You got a big decision to make, Carl.

Your girlfriend's in there saying
that you planned the whole thing,

begged you not to go through with it.
That her story?

In a nutshell, yeah.
She's very convincing.

DANNY:
Oh, yeah, she had to be convincing.

She convinced you
to kill her husband

and she convinced
two seasoned detectives

that her sob story was true.

It would be a real shame if she
pulled this one over on you too, Carl.

You're lying to me.
You're trying to manipulate me.

Okay.

So Margaret gets her freedom
and Lance's money

and you get 25 to life.

Unless, of course,
you got some information

that contradicts her story.

Because we could just recommend

that you're the one
that gets the deal here.

[DOOR OPENS]

I really need to get back to the hotel.

No. You really need to sit down
for what we have to say to you.

Sit down.

Your boyfriend Carl has been
chatting it up in the other room.

He just confessed
to shooting Lance.

Oh, my God.

Carl shot Lance. Why?

She's good, huh?

Remember this? You recognize it?

It's Carl's phone.

Wow, that's the first honest thing
you've said.

What about this?
You recognize this?

MARGARET [ON TAPE]: It's done,
babe. You'll find my sister here.

Everyone will feel so sorry for me
and then we'll be home free.

That isn't what it sounds like.

Sure it is, it's your voice.

There's plenty more
where that came from.

You traded in Lance for Carl,
except Carl, he had an ace in the hole.

He kept a few choice messages
of yours.

And all that happy anticipation
about spending Lance's money

just without Lance.

You know, I really hate
when people do bad things

and blame it on my city.

I want a lawyer.

That's the second honest thing
you've said.

Get me a lawyer!

Just needs your signature.

"For immediate release.

The police commissioner today
reluctantly announces

the unexpected resignation--"

Long-planned resignation.

"Long planned resignation

of deputy commissioner
of Public lnformation, Garrett Moore."

I know what it says.

I particularly like the part right here.

About exploring new avenues.

Makes unemployment
sound exciting.

Glad you approve.

"Signed Frank Reagan,
Commissioner."

All in all,
much better than the last one.

Do you have a pen?

Pains me to do this,
I want you to know.

Patrick.

Duignan, neat, water back,
on my pal here.

You cheap bastard, on my salary?

At least you still got one.

Oldest story in the book,
you know.

The lovers kill the husband
for his money.

You came here to gloat?

Well, I could.

That would make me
a lousy brother, though.

On the other hand,
if I came to tell you

that Nicky was with Linda
and the boys

and they got us a corner table
at Chops, well...

I could use a Scotch and a steak.

I figured you could.

Since I kicked your ass this time.