Blue Bloods (2010–…): Season 2, Episode 17 - Reagan V. Reagan - full transcript

Hey!

What is that?

You know, in case
you didn't eat.

Big trial starting
today and all.

Come on, it's your
favorite drink.

It's got yogurt and
wheat germ and tofu and

egg shells and...

some kind of
grass trimmings.

I am trying a
major murder case

in front of a judge
that likes to call me

"that Reagan chick"
when I'm not in the room.



I had steak and eggs
and B12 shot.

Great... then call this
dessert. Come on.

Shouldn't you be out catching
killers and robbers

and not worrying
about your sister?

Uh, I'm feeling
generous today.

Figured I'd give him
a 20 minute head start.

I'm late.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

This is a
very familiar story.

The defendant and Delamar,

the 28-year-old
nightclub hostess,

when she met Samuel Delamar,

a much older
investment counselor



and a multimillionaire.

They met, they married.

They did not live
happily ever after.

The people will
present evidence

that shows the defendant

enjoyed her husband's money

more than she
enjoyed her husband.

She had affairs.

They quarreled.

And after one final
bitter argument,

in front of shocked witnesses,

she returned to
the townhouse that

she shared with her husband,

and stabbed him to death.

Here you go.

Grave business
made palatable

Oh, good enough
if I get going.

Yeah.

All good, guys?

Oh, our host, Jimmy Reagan.

Ian Cameron.

Reagan, huh?
You two related?

Not at all. I've made through
investigations to be sure.

Ian is deputy commissioner for

counterterrorism
at Scotland Yard.

Ah...

Uh, lovely meal.
Thank you very much.

Can I ask you a question?

Where do you cops
really their your pieces?

Pardon?

Come on, you guys
gotta be packing something

other than a baton
and that accent.

What, ankle holsters?

Different cultures.
Different methods.

Again, Frank,
thank you.

You're welcome.

Pleasure.

Why didn't you just come right
out and call his men girls?

It's a legitimate question.

Excuse me, did anybody try
to discourage you

from going into
the hospitality business?

Hey, I succeed on
big drinks and great meat.

Not by kissing ass.

And your ancestors would be
spinning in their graves,

you taking
Scotland Yard to lunch.

It's a new century.

Ah, tell them that.

How?

I'm just saying.

Oh, we sent the menu for your

birthday dinner
over to the office.

Why? I want it the same
as it always is.

Your daughter called and
asked for a seafood option.

Can you get me some
Wellfleet oysters?

Well, usually when we...

Oysters are the
seafood of choice.

Anyone who has a problem
with that, let 'em eat cake.

Miss Reagan told you
this was a familiar story.

Well, maybe it's
familiar to her because

she's seen too many stories
where spouses are villains.

When married don't
actually love each other.

I don't know, maybe
she's reading something

in there from
her own experience,

from her own divorce.
Your Honor!

Mr. Kelly, counsel's
personal life is not

relevant to any part
of this trial.

Sorry, Judge.

Of course it isn't.

What matters here is
Ann Delamar's personal life.

Which has been
shattered by the death

of the husband she loved.

A death, in which the so called

evidence against her is nothing
but an ancient stereotype.

Yes, she is young
and attractive,

but so are millions of women.

So is, with all due respect,
Miss Reagan.

Does that mean
any man she marries

has to watch his back?

Sorry.

Bad example.

What the defense will show

is that Anne Delamar had nothing
to do with this murder.

We will show that
Samuel Delamar was engaged

in a shadowy
business arrangement

with at least one other man--

a man known as M--

that he quarreled
with this man

and that the
authorities failed to

pursue this clear-cut suspect

because they had,
conveniently in hand,

a familiar suspect--

the pretty, young wife.

So, you're sure you want
to be watching

a trial on your time off?

I mean, shouldn't you be taking
a nap or something

before you go on duty tonight?

My big sister kicking butt
in a murder case?

I'll bring out pom-poms and
start leading cheers.

Ah, I believe that would
be contempt of court.

Well, maybe I'll just
shoot your opposing counsel.

No jury will convict me.

That guy's a piece of work.
Yeah.

Defense Strategy 101:
Throw buckets of mud

and hope none of it
falls on your client.

Guess I missed
that course at Harvard.

Wait, is this some kind of

sentimental look
at the road not taken?

You kidding? The more I see
the law in action,

the happier I am I'm a cop.

I'll see ya tomorrow.

See ya.

Ms. Reagan!

I... Could you...?

I... I just wanted
to say, you know,

it was nothing
personal in there.

Oh, really?
Dragging my personal life

into opening statements
isn't personal?

Well, maybe a little.

But, uh, all in the
service of the client, right?

Actually no, not right.

Hm!

I gotta go,
but thought for the day:

You might do better in court
and in your personal life

if you just
lightened up a little.

Wha...?

Mr. Kelly!

So tempting.

Mr. Kelly...

You forgot your bag.

Mr. Kelly?

Oh, my God.

Oh!

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Reagan V. Reagan
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Did he tell you
why he had to go?

No, he just looked
at his watch

and said, "I gotta go,"

which by the way,
was the least offensive

thing he said to me all day.

So, I take it you won't be
speaking at the funeral?

No.

Look, I told you guys
everything I know.

Yeah, but the thing is,
we haven't been able

to find anyone else who saw
or talked to him after you did.

Okay, but that doesn't
change the fact

that I've told you
everything I know.

What happened, by the way?

Well, it looks like
he was stabbed.

We found the knife,
but it was wiped clean.

So, someone slipped in,
stabbed him, no noise?

Sounds like you
know exactly how it happened.

Right. I killed him.

Well, you were the last person
to see him alive and

he was killed after you
had a heated argument with him.

In court. It's called
opening statements.

You buying this?

I don't speak.

I'm leaving.

Don't leave town.

We're watching you!

You Reagans sure know how
to have a good time.

Don't kill the messenger.

And why are you
the messenger?

Because charges on the PC's
credit card are press sensitive,

and I'd like to keep it
in this office.

How long's this
been going on?

Near as I can tell,

the bogus charges started in
last October's billing cycle.

They were smart.

They broke in
the counterfeit cards

using little things like
car-service rides

and event tickets.

I don't use a car service.

Well, you and I know that, but
the credit card company doesn't.

The foundation that
provides the credit card does.

Frank, you're the PC.

And the commissioner's
foundation

is your number-one fan club.

The last thing they want
to do is embarrass you.

$12,000 case of wine.

Which they probably unloaded
for ten, clear profit.

How bad's it get?

Well, the charges that goosed
the Foundation bookkeeping

include a $40,000 strand
of Mikimoto pearls.

What the hell's a Mikimoto?

An expensive kind of pearl
would be my guess.

You're having fun here.

Not at all.

And where are we
with catching them?

The credit card company's
running the patterns.

It looks to be about
30 onyx cards

that were scanned
and then duplicated,

and put into use.
I gotta hand it to them...

Hand'em what?

The onyx cards have
a really high limit.

And the people who use them,
are used to seeing

huge numbers at
the end of the month.

If you're going to run a scam,
it's the sweet spot.

I'll reach out
to special frauds.

See what we have on our side.

Set up drinks with
the chair of the foundation.

I want to clear this up
face-to-face.

Right away.

Might want to make yours
the house scotch.

You were there when
it happened, Ms. Reagan.

Across the street,
your honor.

And the police
don't know who did it?

I think I can
convince them to rule me out.

But, I believe we're hear
to discuss a mistrial?

No...

No what?

My client wants to proceed.

With out your partner,
Mrs. Marshall?

I'm just as familiar
with the case as he was.

We can go on
without him just fine.

That's a very touching
display of grief.

Will you want to recess
for the funeral or no?

I just want to clear my name and
get my life back, your honor.

I believe I have
that right.

If the defense is going to imply
that whoever killed Mr. Kelly

is the same mysterious villain

that supposedly
killed Mr. Delamar

that will confuse
and mislead the jury.

These are two separate
and distinct cases.

I'll thank you, counselor,
not to instruct me.

I was not trying
to instruct you, Judge Haywood.

I was merely trying
to point out that...

I've already had
the jury sequestered.

There'll be no confusion
regarding the two separate

and distinct cases.

I'll see you both
tomorrow morning...

...in court.

Thank you, your honor.

This dead lawyer
hung with a rough crowd--

drug dealers,
rapists, murderers.

Could have tangled with
an unsatisfied customer.

Mm-hmm.

Anything in the briefcase?

Yeah, newspaper, breath mints,
half-eaten tuna sandwich.

Trial prep notes...

"ADA is Erin Reagan.

Cold fish."

Ooh.

"Play warm to jury
for contrast."

Well, if your sister saw that,
maybe she did kill him.

Well, it's partially true.

Kelly got a text
right before he was killed.

"Meet me at the benches
at Foley Square.

I can help you find M."

M?

Beats the hell out of me.

It looks like Kelly
had a date with this killer.

I live in the Delamars' house.

But that night, I was off work.

I went with my sister
to the movies.

And what,
if anything, did you see

when you returned to the house?

I was walking by Mr. Delamar's
study when I heard a noise.

I looked in and saw
Mr. Delamar on the floor...

eyes open...

not moving.

And, uh, Mrs. Delamar was
next to him, kneeling.

And in her hand was
Mr. Delamar's letter opener,

covered with blood.

When she saw me,

she said, "Call the police,

Mr. Delamar is hurt."

In the days
before his death,

how did the relationship between
the Delamars appear to you?

Objection. The witness
is a housekeeper,

not a marriage councilor.

She is also a
human being with ears and eyes.

She can answer the question.

Very bad.

Arguing, close doors...

Thank you.

So part of your job,
Mrs. Polanski,

was to eavesdrop on
your employers?

No.

I just heard things.

Did you hear an argument between

Mr. Delamar and a male visitor
a few days before he was killed?

Yes, Mr. Delamar answered the
door himself.

I never saw him.

Did they argue?

Yes, there was shouting.

Something about
money, I think.

I give you Defendant's One:

Mr. Delamar's datebook.

Do you see the notation
for the time

that visitor arrived?

Yes. 2:00.

It says M.

So Mr. Delamar and a man named M

had a loud argument
about money.

Objection.
Asked and answered.

Withdrawn.

Mrs. Polanski...

after Mrs. Delamar

asked you to call the police,

what else did she say?

That she found
Mr. Delamar that way.

She heard a noise,
so she went in there

and there he was.

Thank you.

Redirect.

Mrs. Polanski.

Who did you see kneeling over
Mr. Delamar's dead body

with a bloody
letter opener?

A man named M,

or the defendant, Mrs. Delamar?

Her.

Thank you.

Counselor, wait up!

Just in time
to buy me lunch.

Unless you're going
to arrest me for murder.

Actually, it's neither.
I got date with Mrs. Marshall.

The defendant's attorney?

Well, that's in your world.

In my world, she's
the victim's partner.

I don't know, apparently Kelly
was trying to find some,

uh, mysterious "M" person
that got him killed.

Not you, too.

What do you mean,
"not me, too"?

The defense is pointing

to some phantom "M"
as the actual killer.

Well, that's
the Delamar case.

I'm dealing with
the Kelly case.

Ms. Marshall said Kelly was
trying to find

somebody named
Monroe or something.

Look, somebody gives me
information on a homicide,

I got to look in to it.

It was looked into.

By a little
organization called

the New York City
Police Department.

You may have heard of it.
And?

Not a trace.
All right.

That was then,
this is now.

Oh, well fine.
While you're at it,

why don't you look for
a one-armed man.

What are you talking about,
a one-armed man?

Look, Kelly was a
sleazebag defense attorney

who had sleazy clients.

Anybody could have
killed him.

So what?

You are being used, Danny.
Okay, you know what?

If I'm being used,
I'll make that

determination for myself, all right?
Well, I certainly hope so.

And there was a one-armed man.

He had one arm--
I saw the movie.

Hey.

Sorry I'm late.
What'd I miss?

Nothing.
Nothing.

My wife, Sharon,

and Sam Delamar to went
to high school together.

I met him at
the 35th reunion

and I started
investing with him.

He did very well.

Sam was a great
stock picker.

And we socialized
with him and Ann.

Including the night
he died Mr. Harris?

Yes.

And how did that go?

Not well.

In what way?

We're talking about
this and that.

We just returned from a vacation
in Italy and, um,

Sam made a comment about
a credit card bill.

He said that Ann was
spending too much.

And how did Mrs. Delamar
react to that?

She said that, um,

he had plenty of money
and what was the problem.

And, uh,

he said it would
probably be cheaper

to hire her by the hour

and, uh, he would find
some way to cut her off.

Ann stomped
out of the restaurant.

A few minutes later,
Sam left.

He said he was going to
go home and talk to her.

And the next morning,
I heard he was dead.

Thank you.

Mrs. Harris,
I'm sorry about

the inconvenience, but I don't
have the exact time

I'll be calling you
to the stand.

Do you really need me?

Well, if you can
add anything to what

your husband
said about the argument.

Well, I'm sure I... I can't.

Walter's so much more
precise than I am.

Sharon is absolutely terrified
of public speaking.

I understand.

I will be as as
brief as possible.

I've known Sam Delamar
since we were kids.

I'm afraid I'd break down.

I don't think I...
I'd be good for anybody.

I promise-- if I don't really
need you, I won't call you.

Chairman's ten minutes out,

and mortified that
he's keeping you waiting.

And I'm mortified about
the credit card charges.

Which aren't your fault.
We can just call it even.

Well, look at this.

Batman brought Robin.

This drink's been watered down.

What, a Shirley Temple?
No.

What's the good word?

Partnership, actually.

With you?

Who's the patsy?

Uh, there's three of them.

I see my bartender
and two of my waiters

came to me with
an offer and I took it.

Like what?

Like I get some cash
and a bank note.

They run
the day-to-day operations

for a piece of the net.

Where does a bartender and a
waiter get that kind of cheddar?

Out of my till.

No...
good guys.

They work hard,
and they live cheap.

Well...

congratulations, I guess.

I got two bad hips,
a neglected third wife,

and the liver
the size of a salmon.

I can't work full-time anymore.

Where will you go?

I'll still be here, but
just for the dinner seatings.

And always on
your birthday.

Here we go.

Case file on the Delamar murder.

Oh, I'm sure the detective
that was handling it is, uh,

glad we're reinvestigating.

Yeah, actually, he did kind of
tell me to go screw myself.

Ah, making friends
wherever we go.

So, what's in it?

Oh, we got the prenup that made

Delamar worth more dead
than divorced.

We got a report from
a P.I. who tracked down

Mrs. Delamar's boyfriend.

And she and her husband
were still together?

Maybe he forgave her.

Maybe she renounced
her sinful ways.

Yeah, that always happens.

All right, I got
Delamar's phone records here.

You got Kelly's over there?
Yeah, right here.

What turned up on the phone

that texted Kelly
and got him killed?

It's a prepaid cell,
so it's untraceable.

Okay, but look at this,

Delamar called the phone
that sent the text to Kelly.

Maybe he was trying
to track down Monroe, too.

You think it's a coincidence?

No.

Yes, I'm trying to reach Monroe.

I'm a lawyer, um,
I was working with

Roger Kelly on the Delamar case.

I think Monroe may
have something

that could help me there.

Okay.

11:30 it is.

Well, imagine that.

Guy says he can
help me find Monroe.

Sound familiar?

By the benches in Foley Square?

Nope. Crab House.

Nice suit.

Yeah.

I'm a successful lawyer,
can't you tell?

I'll have to call
all my single girlfriends.

Well, careful.

I feel like I look like my
sister's creepy ex-husband.

You see any likelies?

Uh, not really.

But the dude next
to me wants me to

mother his children, so...

Hey, I'm here.
Where are you?

Okay.

I'll see you in a minute.

He wants me to wait outside.

He's in a car.
He's gonna pick me up.

Danny, you wearing a vest?

It's a four-piece suit, Jack.

I don't like this.

Let's just give it a minute,
all right?

Reagan, don't get in the car.

Don't worry, Jack.

Let's just ride it out
and see what happens.

This could be our guy, Jack.

Whoa, whoa, Danny!

You all right?

Yeah.
What the hell?

Are you trying to get
tread marks on your forehead?

What do you mean? I'm trying to
get a look at the guy's face!

Oh, God.
Did you get the plate?

No.

What are you doing here?

Shouldn't you be out
pursuing the mythical Mr. M?

Actually, I came to
tell you that I think

the mysterious Mr. M tried
to kill me last night.

Detective,

I hear you
made some progress

in the investigation
we discussed.

Actually, I got nothing
conclusive yet, Counselor.

Don't be modest.

I think the jury should hear
all about it.

You're gonna
subpoena me?

To testify at our trial...
for the defense.

Special Frauds is certain
Jimmy's is one of the places?

Along with about a dozen other
high-end restaurants.

There's a plastics fabricator
in Washington Heights

where they think the bogus
cards are being manufactured.

Took all my boys there for their
first beer with the old man.

And how many years
of birthday dinners?

20-odd.

Do you think he could have
that kind of activity going on

in his store
and not know about it?

Absolutely.

What makes you so sure?

Nothing.
I'm just not cynical enough

to believe
Jimmy could be in on it.

That's a luxury
I wish I could afford.

What do you want to do here?

Nothing I can do.

Ms. Marshall,
call your next witness.

Thank you, Your Honor.

The defense calls
Detective Daniel Reagan.

Do you swear or affirm
to tell the truth,

the whole truth
and nothing but the truth?

I do.

"Meet me by the benches
in Foley Square.

I can help you find M."

How long
before Mr. Kelly's murder

was that text message sent?

About ten minutes.

As an expert homicide detective,

what conclusion
would you draw from that?

That Mr. Kelly
was probably killed

by the person
who sent that message.

Probably?

At this moment, do you
have any other suspects?

No, I don't.

Detective, since you've began
investigating this murder,

has someone tried to kill you?

Actually, yes, somebody tried
to run me down in a car.

Is this
connected to your search

for a person named M?

That's hard to say.

Really? So what were
you doing at the time

that this attempt was made
on your life?

I was trying to trackdown
the person known as M.

So, tracking down M is
a dangerous occupation.

As an experienced
homicide detective,

would you say

that M was a murderer?

Well, I can't say that
at this time.

Is that your current
working hypothesis?

Yes, that is my current
working hypothesis.

So, why, under this hypothesis,
would M murder Mr. Kelly?

Maybe M was afraid

that Mr. Kelly was going
to expose him.

Exposed as what?

Detective...

...what could M possibly
be afraid of being exposed of?

Objection.
Calls for a conclusion.

The witness is an expert
homicide detective.

The objection is overruled.

It's just a theory.

Fine, Detective.

What is your theory as to what M
was afraid would be exposed?

That he was the killer
of Samuel Delamar.

Thank you.

Your witness.

Detective...

...isn't it possible

that a mugger killed
Roger Kelly?

It's possible.

Or

a dissatisfied criminal client
from his past?

Yeah, that's possible, too.

And you don't actually know who
tried to run you down, do you?

No, I don't.
In fact,

isn't it possible
that incident involved

a random drunk driver?

I suppose that is possible, yes.

Or some

other criminal
with a grudge against you.

Who knew I would be there
at that exact time?

Please let me ask the questions.

This mysterious Mr. M--
have you ever seen him?

No.

Do you have any concrete proof

that he even exists?

No, I don't.

So, isn't it just as likely

that Mr. Kelly was
killed by a mugger

and that you were run down
by some random drunk driver

than that the two of you
have been attacked

by this alleged person
that no one has ever seen?

Actually, that's less likely.

Based on what?

Based on a series of deductions.

Deductions based on what?

One text message?

It's not one text message.

Mr. Kelly received
a text message

saying somebody
could take him to M.

Ten minutes later,
he was killed.

I called the number
the text message came from.

I asked for M, two hours later,
I was almost killed.

I had a ham sandwich for lunch,
I mislaid my keys.

The ham sandwich is not why
I mislaid my keys.

I didn't realize we were talking
about deli meats, Counselor.

I'm a detective
investigating a murder.

I look for clues.

I find a clue,
it leads me down a trail,

I follow the trail.

Okay.

How many murderers are you
looking for currently?

I have three open cases
right now.

How many people drive drunk
in New York at any given time?

I don't know.
Lots, I assume.

So, is it

possible that you've been
following the wrong trail here?

Absolutely.
Anything is possible.

Right. Have you
ever suspected

someone of murder,

and then learned
they didn't do it?

Yes.

New information came to light.

So, in those cases,

you had been following
a trail that wasn't there?

At that point
in the investigations,

yes, but as I said...

And if new information
hadn't come to light,

innocent people may have gone
to prison?

I don't think so.

There are checks and balances
in the system for that.

Well, it's a good thing,

because you are trained
to follow a trail

whether one exists or not,

and if you can't come up
with a trail,

you have nothing to do.

That's a really big
oversimplification.

Is it?
Yes!

Who killed Roger Kelly?

I don't know.

Who killed Samuel Delamar?

I don't know.
Then, Detective,

I don't know why
we are listening to you at all.

Can you pass
the potatoes, please?

Although I do suppose

it's possible that
they're not actually potatoes.

Maybe they're Brussels sprouts.

Those are potatoes.

Of course they're potatoes.

No, honey, they may look
and smell like potatoes,

but you never know.
Maybe I'm just

jumping to a wrong
conclusion here.

Is this by any chance about
something besides potatoes?

Danny, she was tough

with her cross, but
that's her job.

Yeah, I understand
it was a tough cross,

and I understand
she was doing her job.

What I don't understand
is her making all of our

training and all our years
of experience

look like it
counts for nothing.

Like we're a bunch of
clowns sitting around

guessing at things.

Danny,
there's no version of this

where Erin would make
that argument.

I did not make that argument.

Please pass the corned beef.

Did you mean,
the alleged corned beef?

Is there any chance

we could just eat our dinner?

Look, she did her job,

you did yours,
end of story, right?

It's like

they're ten and eight again.

Which was bad enough
when they were ten and eight.

You didn't have to ride
between them on car rides.

You got to drive.

I had ears.

Are you sure she did it, Mom?

Yeah.

I mean,
could Uncle Danny be right?

That's what the trial is for,
to find out.

She did it.

And I never said she didn't.

You didn't.
I did what I was required to do.

You just went out there
and said...

All right, all right,
that's enough!

You two

are doing the dishes.

If making us do the dishes is
supposed to get us talking,

it's not working.

It was Pop's idea.

Far as I'm concerned,

it's just about getting
the dishes done, which does

seem to be working.

It's fine by me.

Oh, it's fine by me.

Remember the football
and the hat?

She hid his football,

so he snatched
her favorite hat.

Could have ended there.

Yep, but then she went

and microwaved my football.

Only after you took scissors
to my hat.

Sounds familiar.

I rest my case.

Hey. Nice Sunday
with the family?

They disowned me.
Oh.

All of them.

Hey, Jack, this guy Monroe--
if he really exists,

then he must have had a
beef with Delamar, right?

So we're saying.
Okay, I keep thinking,

what could the beef be about?

Now, Delamar-- he
loved to pick stocks.

He's supposed to be
a genius at it.

The kind of roll he was on--
nobody could be that smart.

Take a look at this.

He bought six stocks

right before the
companies either merged,

got acquired or made some big
news announcement.

Now look at his phone records.

The calls between
him and Monroe

spiked up right before each one
of the big stock buys.

So, Delamar got
inside information

from Monroe?

Well, if him and Monroe have
some kind of beef

or some kind of falling out
over money...

Delamar ends up dead.
Exactly.

But the one thing
I can't figure out is,

each one of these deals was done

by a different bank,
or a different law firm.

So, where could Monroe
be sitting

that he would know
about all these deals?

Could be a legal printer.

A what?

A legal printer.

These deals generate
fat contracts,

they need tons of copies.

There's gotta be a dozen
of them around the city.

That's it.
I'm good.

Let's split up
and go check them all out.

I'm good.

You gotta call my lawyer.

Everything we do here
is legally privileged.

I can't let you see anything
without a subpoena.

Okay. But you did do the
printing for the deals

on this list, right?

I gotta ask my lawyer
if I can even tell you that.

And I'm gonna do that
tomorrow because tonight

is my wife's
sister's anniversary,

and if I'm not in Great
Neck by 5:00, I'm toast.

Unless you want
to arrest me.

Give me an excuse
to miss it.

Hey, just say the word.

I was kidding.
Well, I'm not kidding.

Look, just tell me,

who in here would be able
to see the documents

and know what's
in these deals?

These guys.

Our employees have been
here 20 years on average.

They're bonded
and vetted up the wazoo.

What happens
in Rosebrock Printing

stays in Rosebrock Printing.

Well, what about money trouble?

Any of these guys
ever need an extra buck?

Get in hock with their bookie?

Anything?
We take security seriously.

We monitor their financials.

There are no cameras
or cell phones

allowed in the plant.

We have a full-time
security manager

keeping an eye on everything.

This is him
right over there.

Monroe, could you
talk to this guy?

I gotta get
to Great Neck.

Hey! Hold it!

Hey!

Hey!

Come here! Come here...

You know, we never got to talk
at the crab house, buddy.

Maybe we'll get
to do it now, huh?

Come on.

Okay, Monroe, here's the bad news:

we searched your house, we found
your car with the bullet hole,

courtesy of my partner.

We also found the cell phone
that was used to text Kelly.

So what's the good news?

We don't have
any good news for you.

No. Plus, we found,

uh, your bank accounts
in the Cayman Islands.

Got a pretty nice
nest egg there.

Seems you were going
to retire early with millions.

That was until Kelly
started snooping around, right?

And, of course,
you couldn't sit by

and let that happen,
could you?

So, bingo, you're looking
at two murders

and attempted on a cop.

What two?

- How do you get two?
- Come on.

Don't play stupid with us.

One, Kelly, two, Delamar.

We know you know
how to count, all right?

Seeing it was you and Delamar
who split up all those profits

from the stocks you
illegally told him to buy.

So why'd I kill him then?

I don't like money?

Well, maybe you didn't
feel like splitting it.

Maybe you wanted to blackmail
him for some more,

and he had a problem with that.

Yeah, maybe I was in Las Vegas
when he got killed.

Yeah, sure you were.

No, you could look it up.

I must be in about

20 casino videos, plus

there's a hooker named Shelley,
might remember me.

Probably not.

Look...

we know you were
in Delamar's house

and we know you argued with him.

Maybe, but not that night.

I came in one night about
a week before he was killed.

He left a key out for me
so I could let myself in.

But that night I was early,

and, right there, in his office,
I see two people screwing.

His wife and the boyfriend?

No, not the wife.

It was Delamar
and some, uh, old broad.

Short blonde hair, his age.

Yeah, I didn't want to see that.

So it wasn't that
guy killed Delamar.

And it wasn't the wife.
Nope.

Come on, we'll ride
there together.

It's funny.

All of a sudden, you realize

that your next
big birthday is 60,

and you've been married for
30 years, and you think,

"What's gonna happen now?"

And you realize that
nothing's gonna happen now.

You go on some trips,
you take up oil painting,

you try to enjoy yourself,
but nothing happens.

You're not gonna
start a new career,

you're not gonna discover
some invention...

fall in love.

I fell in love.

With Samuel Delamar.

I had a crush on him
in high school,

he had a crush on me,
and we were shy,

never mentioned it
until our 35th reunion.

So, 35 years too late.

But it wasn't too late.

No.

What happened that night...
at the restaurant?

What we said.

Sam and Ann fought about money,
but she was really mad

because she knew
she was losing him--

she didn't know to me--

but Walter was suspicious.

I've never been able
to hide my feelings,

so when the Delamars left,
he asked me point-blank.

And I told him.

And he was hurt,
and he was angry,

and he said he was gonna go
see Sam over to his house,

but when he got home, he said
that he couldn't face Sam,

and he'd just left.

And when you heard Sam was dead?

Well, everyone said
that Ann killed him.

The police, you.

And if it wasn't that...

I couldn't
think it was my husband.

I couldn't even imagine.

Mr. Harris.

We pledged to love each other.

That mattered... to me.

I guess I better
call a lawyer.

Frank!

I don't have you in my book.

I'm not here to eat.

There's two detectives
out back.

If your partners have any brains
at all, they'll go outside,

surrender themselves,
take the ride in and cooperate.

Tell me what's going on.

Anybody dumb enough to scam
the top cop's credit card,

you don't want them
as partners anyway.

Frank, I can't tell you
how sorry I am.

Well, we were both victims.

Right?

You know I have to ask.

I had no idea.

For my birthday,
let's shake it up a little...

have a key lime pie
instead of a cake.

Hey.

What's going on?

Well, we dropped the charges
against Ann Delamar.

Walter Harris is pleading to
manslaughter, heat of passion.

Hm. Never really saw
that one coming.

No, neither did I.

I guess it was good
you were following a trail.

Look, what happened in court,
what I said...

I know.

I was doing my job.

I know you were.

And, in my opinion,
you do it a little too good.

Peace offering.

To replace the one
I put in the microwave.

New hat...
All in one piece.

You might want to put it on.

It's cold outside.

I'll give you a lift.

Think quick.

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