CSI: Crime Scene Investigation (2000–2015): Season 13, Episode 5 - Play Dead - full transcript

(wolf howls)

(eerie moaning)

(evil laughter)

MAN:
What's up, man?

Shut your mouth and act like
you got some sense, girl!

Are you sure you have
the right address?

It's 1027 Washington Street.

(cackling in distance)

I don't even see any numbers.

Well, it's got to be just...

up there.



You better shut your mouth!

That guy has a gun.

It's probably just part
of his costume.

MAN:
Yo.

Cheerleader. Yeah, you.

Okay.

Forget the party.

Let's get a cab and go home.

MAN:
Want to party with us?

(man laughing)

(gasps) What is that?

(growling, slobbering)

(snarling)

(barking)



(screaming)

(barking)

- Come!
- STOKES: Hey.

- What's going on?
- Well, the dog's freaking out.

It, uh, won't let us
near the body.

It's like
he's guarding his kill.

STOKES:
Who called it in?

BRASS: Tinker Bell
and the cheerleader.

They got lost on the way
to a party.

At first, they thought
the body was a fake.

Happy Halloween.

STOKES:
Looks like the dog went

- for his throat.
- Yeah.

BRASS:
Animal instinct.

Well, his throat is
completely ripped open.

Must've bled out.

STOKES:
Any I. D?

Yeah.

Smith & Wesson.

Okay, well...

Gun hasn't been fired.

And a wallet.

(dog barking)

STOKES:
He's a cop.

K-9 Unit, Officer Mike Nelson.

So you think that's his dog?

So much for man's best friend.

Found something else.

- Want to give me
some light there? - Okay.

Oh, man.

Well, it looks like
methamphetamines, Jim.

So, we got a cop out of uniform
in a skanky part of town

with a bag of ice.

Something stinks here,

and I don't think it's the dog.

# Who... are you? #

# Who, who, who, who? #

# Who... are you? #

# Who, who, who, who? #

# I really wanna know #

# Who... are you? #

- # Oh-oh-oh #
- # Who... #

# Come on, tell me who are you,
you, you #

# Are you! #

(barking, snarling)

CSI Russell, Sergeant Varanski,

chief trainer
with the K-9 unit.

Sorry about Officer Nelson.

Is that dog
always that aggressive?

Sam? No.

He and Mike were partners
for eight years.

Best team in the department.

STOKES: Officer Nelson
was out of uniform.

Was he working undercover?

No.

He was off duty last night.

If he was off duty,
what was he doing

in the alphabets
with a bag full of meth?

Mike was a good cop.

They both were.

These dogs are trained
to attack, am I right?

They only bite to hold a suspect

- or to defend themselves.
- We're talking about

more than just a bite here,
Sergeant.

Nelson's throat was ripped open.

Can you think of anything
that would set that dog off?

He could be sick.

That would make
any dog lash out.

And he could've gotten
into Nelson's stash.

- I mean, look at him.
- (growls)

I'll take him into custody,

- get him checked out by the vet.
- No, no.

No, we have
to process him first.

He's got evidence
all over him.

STOKES:
Yeah, when we're done,

I'll make sure
he gets to you, okay?

Thank you very much.

Appreciate that.

(barking, snarling)

# #

Hey.

Brass found Nelson's truck

about a block from
the crime scene.

Had it towed in.

Find anything?

Yeah.

A piece of the dog's nail

and some dried blood
on the window.

Dog clawed his way out.

(barking)

So, if Nelson was off duty,
buying drugs,

why bring the dog?

Sergeant told me that the dog
lived with Nelson.

Went everywhere with him.

So, for protection?

Well, if that's the case,
why would you

leave the dog in the truck?

Maybe that's what
he was trying to protect.

In a neighborhood like that,

you leave your truck,
you never know

if it's gonna be there
when you get back,

especially on Halloween.

Department-issued envelope.

Full of cash.

Huh.

Must be at least
five grand here.

Could've been stolen
from evidence.

Could be this dog wasn't just
going after his partner,

he was going after a dirty cop.

Meet Barry Sloan.

Big-shot lawyer.

Lived alone.

But I bet he wasn't lonely.

This place reeks of money.

Professionally decorated,
impeccably clean,

all to impress the ladies.

Yeah, I've spent some time
in bedrooms like this.

(chuckles)
Thought you were into cops.

I do marry cops, but...

I've dated some lawyers.

They're fun to argue with.

(chuckles)

Boy, they can be sleazy
sometimes, though.

Apparently, you're not
the only one who thinks so.

Police responded to a 911 call,
shots fired.

When they got here,
the shower was still running,

but Mr. Sloan is bone-dry.

GSW to the chest.

Blood is confined
to this area, which means

he must've been on the bed
or nearby when he was shot.

Shooter missed at least once.

Found a bullet hole
in the wall there.

Based on the trajectory,

looks like it came from
that direction.

(camera clicking)

Radial cracks indicate
that the force

must've originated
from the outside.

(gunshot)

Means our shooter was
on the outside of the window.

Who called it in?

(indistinct police radio
communication)

(helicopter passes overhead)

(indistinct chatter)

Mrs. Young?

- Ms.
- Ms.

I got tired
of being a housewife.

Dumped the husband,
kept the last name.

- And his Jag.
- Oh, lucky you.

I had to pay mine alimony.

So, what exactly did you hear?

Well, I get up early every
morning to do my meditation.

I had just reached an elevated
state of consciousness

when I heard: Bang, bang!

- So two gunshots in all.
- Yeah.

And what time was that?

I looked at the clock;
it was 6:05.

And did you see anything?

- Anyone?
- Nothing.

But then I had
this really bad feeling

it had something
to do with Barry.

Why do you think it had
something to do with Barry?

Mm, a lot of people hated him.

He was a real shark.

Divorce lawyer.

I've known quite a few of those.

One time, a brick came
flying through my window

with a note attached.

It said, "Burn in hell,
you scumbag lawyer."

Meant for Barry, but...

- they got my house by mistake.
- So, I guess

Mr. Sloan was not very popular
in the neighborhood.

Listen, I feel bad about
what happened to Barry, but...

you ask me, our property values
just went up.

That's a horrible thing to say.

The poor man just died.

And how exactly
do you know Mr. Sloan?

Oh, um, we've been neighbors
for 13 years.

Oh, uh, Marjorie Randell.

Look, when I had
my hip replacement,

Barry brought in
my mail every day.

So you two were good friends?

Oh, yes.

Did he ever discuss
his work with you?

Oh, he talked about it
all the time.

He loved his job.

Especially when he won a case.

Do you know
if he was in the middle

of a particularly messy one?

Barry just always said
that all divorces were messy.

Do you think that
that could've had

something to do with his death?

We will do everything
we can to find out.

(barking)

How you doing with Cujo?

I don't know.

He's still pretty riled up.

Well, why don't you wait
for Varanski.

He's on his way back.

He'll help you muzzle the dog.

- Then you can get your evidence.
- By the time

he gets here, all the evidence
is gonna be gone. Look at him.

Look at him.
He's licking it all away.

Hey, if you're thinking about
opening up that cage,

we're gonna have
another crime scene.

(sighs) Maybe he's just
threatened by me, you know?

I mean, he's in there,
he's cornered,

I'm coming at him with sticks.

Open the gate,
maybe he'll calm down.

Nick...

Hey, come on. Don't worry.

I had a bunch of dogs growing
up... know what I'm doing.

(cell phone ringing)

All right, look,
I got Doc Robbins.

Nick, that dog killed somebody.

Wait for Varanski. Please.

(Sam growling)

(barking)

Well, boy...

(sighs)

(barks)

I'm not gonna let you
destroy all my evidence.

(growls)

I'm gonna process you,

just like any other suspect,
whether you like it or not.

So... here's how
it's gonna go down.

I'm gonna let you
out of this crate,

and when I do,

you're gonna be cool,
and I'm gonna be cool.

Okay?

(growls)

(growls)

Easy.

Easy.

Easy, now.

(growls)

(growls, barks)

(barks)

(growls)

How about one of these?

Huh?

Want a little treat?

Cooperate, now, okay?

(barks)

Right in here.

Cooperate.

Right in here, bud.

Easy.

(whines)

Easy.

You got something
in your teeth there.

Easy.

- I'm not gonna hurt you.
- (growls)

Well, it looks like you got
your pound of flesh, eh?

ROBBINS: When the kids were
little, I bought them a dog.

A mutt from the shelter.

Slept on my daughter's bed
every night...

part of the family.

Yeah, it's easy to forget
they're still animals.

ROBBINS: It's hard to make out
the teeth marks.

May have to call in
an odontologist.

Well, maybe the saliva
will give us

- the dog's DNA.
- You said our victim

had drugs on him.

I don't see any needle marks.

Could be a new user.

Maybe the drugs haven't
taken their toll yet.

I'll send blood and hair
over to Tox.

Multiple cuts and bruises,
defensive wounds.

Boy, this guy
put up quite a fight.

Why didn't he pull his gun?

I think I know why.

When the dog attacked Nelson,
he must have knocked him over.

(barking)

- (bone cracks)
- ROBBINS: The ang/e of the fa//

broke Nelson's arm
in two places,

rendering the arm useless.

Well, that explains
why he didn't shoot the dog.

One mystery solved.

# #

# #

Hey.

Hit the jackpot.

- Yeah?
- .38 Special.

Just like the slug
we took out of the wall.

That's not all I found:
Fingerprints on the windowsill.

Killer saw quite a show.

I found semen stains.

No way a guy

like Sloan wouldn't wash
his sheets, so they're fresh.

And he wasn't alone.

- Lipstick?
- Mm-hmm.

Maybe Mr. Sloan was sleeping
with someone's wife.

- Or girlfriend.
- Yeah.

His job didn't get him killed,
his penis did.

You're back from the vet?

Yeah. Yeah, they did
a full workup.

Dog's healthy as an ox.

And his tox came back
clean, too.

But if there's
behavioral issues,

there's not much they can do.

Well, I guess that makes him
a dead dog walking.

Yeah, unfortunately.

Well, his tox wasn't the only
one that came back clean.

No drugs in
Officer Nelson's system, either.

Hair analysis proves
that he wasn't a regular user.

If he wasn't buying drugs

in that part of town,
then what was he doing

- with all that cash
in his truck? - I don't know.

But I can tell you that he
didn't steal it from evidence.

Money came from
his personal bank account.

He made a series
of large withdrawals

within the last six months.

Well, he was into something.

Where's the dog?

- Animal Control.
- What?

No, they're gonna put him down;
you have to stop them!

- Why? What's going on?
- The dog is innocent.

He didn't kill his partner.

The saliva on Nelson's throat,
it isn't canine;

it was human!

(Sam snarling)

BRASS:
Start of the zombie apoca/ypse.

You know, we had a case where
a cheerleader, high on PCP,

ate another
cheerleader's stomach.

Nelson's killer
was high on something.

Why was Nelson
in Cracktown, anyway?

He could've been setting
someone up, you know,

planting evidence
to catch a bigger fish,

things go south,
he gets killed... I don't know.

But not before his partner
took a piece out of the killer.

That flesh from the dog's teeth
came back to...

an unknown male.

(panting)

(Sam whines)

I guess Nick sprung him
from Animal Control.

Ah, there he is. Sam.

Nick, wha?

Sorry, he just got away from me.

I can't have him
walking around CSI.

I know. Come on.

Sam, come on. Come. Hey.

- S... - Boy, you have a way
with dogs, Stokes.

Hey, this pain in the ass may
help us find Nelson's killer.

I mean, he is our only witness.

Aw, no, no, hey, come on.

That's my anniversary gift!

- Drop it, Sam.
- That is hand-carved.

One of a kind.

(whispers):
Drop it!

(growls)

BRASS: I know he's
a highly trained police dog,

but how the hell is
he gonna help with the case?

He won't even
drop an anniversary gift.

(Sam whines)

(barking)

(growling)

(gunfire)

Sergeant Varanski.

- (dogs barking)
- Hey, Nick.

Hey, man, how's it going?

- Good to see you.
- Good to see you.

Thanks for clearing his name;
you really saved his life.

- (Sam whining)
- What you got there?

- Huh? What you got, boy?
- (growls)

Say, if it's all right with you,

we'd like to hang on
to him for a while,

see if he can help us track down
Officer Nelson's killer.

Sure. If anyone can, it's Sam.

Best nose in the department.

There is one problem, though.

I can't get him to do anything.

He won't even drop
that stupid totem pole.

- Maybe you're not
speaking his language. - No?

What's that, "dog"? I could
try barking or something.

French.

Sammy was born
just outside of Paris.

All the dogs come to us
fully trained.

Laisser tomber/

(whines)

There you go.

- Go ahead, take his leash off.
- Okay.

(barks)

Venez/

Asseyez-vous.

Fini.

Guess I better brush up
on my French.

Well, that and, uh...

earn his respect.

(quietly):
Right.

- Hey.
- Hey.

So, you know those
fingerprints I collected

outside the vic's windowsill?

- Yeah.
- Got a hit in AFIS.

Brent Walsh.

A casino worker
in the middle of a divorce.

And Mr. Sloan was his lawyer.

WALSH:
That arrogant,

- despicable piece of crap.
- I take it

you weren't satisfied
with his services.

I'll say.

He was too busy
satisfying my wife.

They were sleeping together?

Sloan is supposed
to protect my assets,

not hand everything over
to that bitch.

That's when I got suspicious.

So you went to Sloan's house
last night.

Yeah. I snuck in the side yard

and I peeked in
the bedroom window.

That's when I saw that scumbag
sleeping with the enemy.

(moaning)

BRODY: And then you waited
for your ex-wife

to /eave, and you shot S/oan.

WALSH:
No. / don't even own a gun.

I didn't want Sloan dead.

I wanted him disbarred,
unemployed, homeless.

But you were there.

You had motive.

I peeked in the window,
and then I left.

- Where'd you go?
- I went to work.

I'm a blackjack dealer at
the Tangiers, graveyard shift.

I checked in at midnight
and finished my shift at 8:00.

You can check surveillance.

I will.

Where can I find Mrs. Walsh?

At my house.

With my cat.

And all my stuff.

You got something
on Officer Nelson?

Yeah. I checked
his phone records.

Couple hours before he died,
Nelson got a call

from a pay phone around
the corner from the crime scene.

Liquor store cam

caught a glimpse
of our mystery caller.

Judging by the outfit,
I'd say she's a working girl.

What's that in her pocket?

Yellow bandana.

Just like the one
we found on Nelson.

I'm thinking
he got the drugs from her.

DNA proved that a man killed
Nelson,

but if she was there,
she could be involved, right?

- Or, at the very least,
a witness. - Okay.

I'll have Brass round up
all the hookers in Cracktown

that look anything like her;
maybe our police dog

can pick her out of a lineup.

(sighs):
Oh, boy.

Ladies, can I have
your attention for a second?

Hi. First of all,
thank you for coming in.

Did we have a choice?

No, not really.

But I'll get you out of here
as soon as I can.

Okay, open up your jars there.

Go ahead, open them up.

Yeah, reach in
and pull out the pipe,

and hold it in your hand.

I'd rather hold on to your pipe.

Uh, thank you,
I appreciate that,

but my wife frowns
on that kind of thing.

Where do you want me
to put this?

Just hold on to it.
By doing that,

you're transferring your scent
on to the pipe.

If I rub it,
will it get bigger?

Young lady, as long as
you're holding it, I'm happy.

All right, put them back in.

Thank you. Put the lids on.

There you go. Come on.

Look, Sam, I know we got off
to a bad start,

and I know
you miss your partner.

You guys were together
a long time.

(whimpers)

But I want the same thing
you do:

To catch his killer.

I can't do that
without your help.

You understand?

So... want to go to work?

# #

Hey, Sam. How you doing, boy?

(whines)

Okay. Trouvez.

(sniffing)

(sniffing)

(sniffing)

(barks)

Recognize this?

Officer Nelson's partner did.

He identified you
as the working girl

who gave Nelson this bandana,

which was full of
methamphetamine, by the way.

Hey.

Carly, we know
you called Officer Nelson

from a pay phone last night.

We know you met up with him
and gave him the drugs.

And then you killed him.

Gave him the drugs, that was it.

Well, why would you do that?
He wasn't a user.

Ms. Green,
we know all about you.

We know that Officer Nelson
arrested you

for possession
and prostitution,

and sent you to prison
for nine months.

Must have hated him for that.

BRASS: So, last night,
you lured him downtown

and got one of your
junkie friends to kill him.

No, that's bull.

Mike was the only person
who gave a damn about me.

He even visited me in prison.

Okay, so why did
you call him then?

Mike used to pay me for info.

When something new
hit the streets,

I'd turn it over to him.

Help him go after the dealers.

Are you telling me
you're a C. I?

You were Officer Nelson's
confidential informant?

Yeah.

It was Mike's way
of giving me a second chance.

Look, I gave him the drugs, told
him what I knew and beat it.

When I left, he was still alive.

What are you doing?

The GCMS is broken,
and the repairman's on vacation.

So you're fixing it yourself?

Are you even qualified
to do that?

I am a man of many talents.

I'm just saying,

defense attorneys
love to challenge

our findings in court,
and if this is not fixed

exactly to code,
you are gonna be in...

Okay, can... can we just
forget the GCMS for a moment?

Can you and I talk about...

you know?

No.

So, we're just gonna pretend
like it never happened?

Yes.

Now, when you are
up and running,

I need results on the red smudge
on my victim's shirt, please.

- Okay.
- Okay.

(chuckles)

Thanks for stopping in.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

So, you and Hodges doing it?

What? No.

I think it's great, really.

He's funny,
he's charming, smart.

He's like an awkward
Jimmy Stewart.

Okay, you know what?
I kissed him.

- Once.
- Really?

I was at the hospital.

My dad had been shot.
It just happened.

And now things are all awkward
between us.

(sighs)

Did you get anything
off the gun?

Uh, did not get any prints,

but it is definitely
our murder weapon.

Striations matched the slug
we pulled out of the wall.

And this is where
it really gets good.

The gun was registered
to Barry Sloan himself.

Shot by his own gun?

Mm.

So, Brent Walsh's alibi
checked out.

But he claims that his ex
was sleeping with the vic.

(moaning)

Which would give her access
to Sloan's house and his gun.

Let's bring her in.

Hey, Doc, got your 911.
What's up?

Body was just brought in.

Fingerprints matched a person of
interest in your dead cop case.

Okay, let's take a look.

That's Carly Green.

I interviewed her
earlier today.

What-what happened to her?

Found her at the Blue Siren
motel with a needle in her arm.

Apparent overdose.

Yeah.

- Heard Hooker Number
Four O.D.'d. - Carly Green.

Detective just logged in the
evidence from her motel room.

Lots of condoms, needles.

Live hard, die hard...
so to speak.

Bloody bandage.

Did Russell say anything

- about Carly having
other injuries? - No.

Doc's doing her autopsy
right now.

But I did find
this LVPD envelope.

It looks just like the one
we found in Nelson's truck.

There's 800 bucks in there.

Carly Green said Nelson
was paying her as a C.I.,

so I checked with
Sergeant Varanski.

Said Nelson hadn't worked
narcotics in over a year.

Well, Nelson must have been
paying her from his own pocket.

Unless he was paying her
for something else.

I mean, she was a hooker.

She wasn't a thousand-dollar-
a-night hooker.

Something was going on
between them.

ROBBINS: Carly Green
didn't commit suicide.

D.B., take a look.

Needle didn't hit a vein.

RUSSELL:
She has track marks.

She was a regular user.

You'd think she'd know
how to find a vein.

That's what kept me looking.

Found this.

It's a needle mark
right in the middle of her back.

She couldn't do that herself.

So Carly Green was murdered.

Well, there's more.

Ms. Green was also pregnant.

Based on the thickening
of the uterus

and the size of the fetus,
I'd say about ten weeks.

You know, she told me

that Officer Nelson
was the only person in her life

who ever cared for her.

You think he was the father?

Well, he spent a lot of time
visiting her in prison.

He was giving her money.

All right.

Let's take a sample
of the fetus's DNA.

- Have Henry run it.
- Absolutely.

All this time,
I thought he was a dirty cop.

Well, maybe he just got involved
with the wrong woman,

trying to make things right.

I didn't have sex
with Barry Sloan.

Yeah, you did.

The night he died.

We pulled your DNA
off of his penis.

Mrs. Walsh?

All right, I did.

I know it was wrong to sleep
with my husband's attorney,

but sex with Barry was...

He just kept you
coming back for more.

We have evidence that you were
not the only woman

who came back
for more last night.

(chuckles) Your DNA had company
on his penis.

You know, the thing
about a three-way is,

someone usually ends up
being the third wheel.

It wasn't like that.

I had wild sex with Barry.

When I was looking
for my clothes,

I found lace panties in his bed.

- Not mine.
- Then whose?

Barry said he couldn't
remember her name.

Some neighbor he was screwing.

And how'd that make you feel?

Not angry enough to kill him,
if that's where you're going.

But you were angry.

Ooh, you bet your ass I was.

We got into a big fight.

Then I went home.

What time was that?

Around 5:30, 6:00.

Hmm. That's right around
the time he was killed.

(sniffs)

If you're really hungry, I'll
share half my sandwich with you.

(chuckles)

No, it's for the dog.

He's not eating for some reason.

Well, he lost his partner,
you know?

He's probably still grieving.

Yeah.

Okay, here's where we are.

Henry matched the DNA
from the fetus

to that piece of flesh that you
pulled from your dog's teeth.

So Carly's baby daddy
isn't Nelson.

It's the guy who killed him?

That's right. Yeah.

He killed Carly, too.

That bloodied bandage
we found in her motel room?

- Yup.
- Also the killer's DNA.

And that's not all Henry found
in the bandage.

Bacteria and leucocytes.

The killer's wound is infected.

From the dog taking
a bite out of him.

He's going to need
medical attention.

Robbins already checked
all the local hospitals

and free clinics in the area.

No dog bites reported
in the last 24 hours.

Well, there are
some back-alley clinics

near the Blue Siren motel.

What are you gonna do?

You don't have a name.

You don't know
who you're looking for.

No... but Sam does.

Hey, Sam?

I got a little something
for you... here.

(cell phone chirps)

(cell phone beeps)

Thank God.

Hey, I don't know
how he got in here,

but you got to get him out.

I know, David. I'm sorry.

Hey, boy.

Hey.

(sighs)

I should have known
I'd find you in here.

You really loved him, huh?

It's hard when
you lose a friend.

You know, I lost a friend once.

Partner in the line of duty.

Think it'll always hurt,
'cause...

well, I know
I'll never see him again.

But you know
what you can do for Mike?

Together, you and me...

we'll get a little justice.

Sound good?

(Sam whines)

(quiet whirring)

Did you know that,
in a lifetime,

the average woman eats
four pounds of lipstick?

And that helps our case how?

I confirmed the red smudge on
Barry Sloan's shirt as lipstick.

We knew that.

Yes, but did you also know
that lipstick,

like food, can go bad?

And to preserve its shelf life,

cosmetic companies
used to use formaldehyde.

There's formaldehyde
in my lipstick?

Formaldehyde is a carcinogen,

so cosmetic companies
these days use metheneamine,

which is a different type
of preservative.

Okay, so what about
the lipstick in our case?

Well, the lipstick
in our case contains

straight formaldehyde,
and was manufactured

by a company that went
out of business in 1972.

Are you sure the GCMS
is working properly?

- I fixed it myself.
- Oh, whatever you say.

But who wears
40-year-old lipstick?

FINLAY:
Mrs. Rande//...

Oh, call me Marjorie.

Marjorie, you told me
that you and Barry Sloan

were good friends.

That's right.

Good enough to have
left lipstick on his shirt?

CSls are searching
your house right now,

and when they compare
your lipstick

to the smudge on Barry's shirt,
I'm betting it's gonna match.

Lots of women wear lipstick.

This sample was much older than

all of the women
that Barry was sleeping with.

Were the two of you
intimately involved?

My husband left me ten years
ago, for a younger woman.

I never thought
I'd fall in love again.

(chuckles)

Till I met Barry.

For years,
I never told him how I felt.

He always had some
beautiful woman on his arm.

But the other morning,

/ heard him arguing
with one of them.

Look, I never said
we were exclusive.

You made me think we were.

Come on, okay?
We've been having fun.

You really are a scumbag,
you know that?

Go to hell.

She was so mean to him.

So you saw an opportunity
to make your move.

Well, I wanted him

to know that he was...
appreciated.

That he was loved.

Marjorie.

Everything all right?

I heard you arguing
with that woman.

I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to wake you.

Oh, no, no, you didn't.

I just wanted to make sure
that you're okay.

You are so sweet.

I don't deserve you.

- Mmm.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

What the hell are you doing?!

I thought that...

You're kidding, right?
Hey, come on,

you're old enough
to be my mother.

(scoffs)

He humi/iated me.

(crying):
Just like my husband.

And you've been carrying
that anger and that pain

for all those years
since your husband left.

So when Barry rejected you...

you snapped.

(bullet thumps)

Marjorie, we know
that the gun was Barry's.

How did you get it?

He gave it to me.

There'd been some break-ins
in the neighborhood,

and he wanted me to be safe.

I just wanted to be loved.

Is that so bad?

(siren wailing in distance)

Clinics down here
fly under the radar.

If you can call them that...
no licensed doctors,

no nurses, no questions asked.

BRASS: Well, whatever
you want to call it,

we're down to our last two.

I mean, could be
the dog's lost his mojo.

Well, he can do this.

(Sam panting)

That's it.

Trouvez.

Go on.

(Sam whines)

(barks)

He's got something.

(barks)

BRASS (sighs):
Great, he wants a burrito.

No, no. Hang on a second.

(Sam sniffing)

(Sam whines, growls softly)

(curious groan)

(growls)

- (barks) -That's him!
- Police! Stop!

- (gunshots)
- Move! Move!

BRASS (over radio): Shots fired!
Officer in pursuit! Send backup!

(panting)

(Sam barks)

(barking)

Hey!

(gunshot,
gun clatters on ground)

- (growling)
- (yelling)

Get him off me!
I didn't do nothing!

I don't know, I'm kind of new
at this whole dog thing.

Let me see, uh, hmm...
release him.

(yelling)
Get him off me!

STOKES:
No, no, no, drop him.

No, uh, it's...

- Hmm.
- (yelling continues)

Laisser tomber.

(Sam barks)

(panting)

You see, the dog over there

thinks that you killed
his partner,

Officer Nelson.

- (siren approaching)
- You know what I think?

I think he's right.

You're under arrest for murder.

Take this scumbag
to the hospital,

then book him.

Good job, Fido.

STOKES:
Hey, Sammy.

- (chuckles)
- (Sam whining)

Oui. Tres bien.
(chuckles)

Good boy.

Good...

(Sam whining)

I need a little help here, boys!

(Brass speaking indistinctly)

Okay, sign it. Sign it.

(sighs)

Did you get a confession?

Vinnie was a regular songbird.

He wanted Carly
to get rid of the baby,

so she went
to Nelson for help.

Well, Vinnie followed her.

He sees them.

He's loaded on methamphetamine,

he's tweaking out of his mind,

he kills Nelson
right in front of her.

Poor Carly.

Too scared to talk to us.

Vinnie couldn't take the chance,
so he kills her.

And her baby.

STOKES: / don't know;
/'m sti// waiting.

He's been in there
for a couple hours.

Nah, nah, I'm okay.

Hey, listen, I got to go.

I'll call you back, okay?

All right.

So?

How's he doing?

Sam made it through surgery.

And?

Vet said he's going to be okay.

(chuckles)

Wow.

Well, that's-that's good.

I didn't even know
Sam had been shot.

He just kept going.

Mm. That's Sam for you.

Ah, here he is.

Hey, how you doing, boy?

Huh?

You did it, Sam.

You caught Mike's killer.

He's going to prison
for a very long time.

And we got some justice.

But don't you ever scare me
like that again,

you hear me?

You know, uh...

Sam was going to retire
at the end of the year,

spend the rest of his days
with Nelson, just being a dog.

Nelson didn't
have any family, so, uh,

Sam's going to need a new home.

Well, I guess he could
come live with me.

That'd be nice.

What do you say, Sam?

I'll take good care of you.

Now, there's gonna be
a few rules, okay?

No drinking out of the toilet,

and, uh, we watch
football on Sundays,

and we root for the Cowboys.

- (whimpers)
- Okay?

And when my girlfriend's over,
you got to sleep on the floor.

All right? Is that a deal?

(laughing)

(laughs):
Okay, boy.

Ah, geez.