CSI: NY (2004–2013): Season 8, Episode 17 - Unwrapped - full transcript

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Yeah, might have met you at
the right place, wrong time ♪

♪ Lake house to the shore line ♪

♪ Saw it in your face,
it was a sure sign ♪

♪ Wasn't no truth coming
from these small lines ♪

♪ Pent up, feeling like
I can commit a war crime ♪

♪ Lord, I'm a good man,
make shorty all mine ♪

♪ Ha, we know
that boy'll be fine ♪

♪ He can't love you like I can
love you, that's all mine ♪

♪ He ain't good for you,
baby, he ain't ♪



♪ The best of all time ♪

♪ Another summer brings
a summer love ♪

♪ And every summer there's
two people that be coming up ♪

♪ Some don't make the cut
and never come up again ♪

♪ Some just being the cut,
never... cuts again... ♪

- You know you're lying.
- I am not.

Yes, you are.

Alicia said, Michelle's
been asking all day,

"Where's Aunt Elaine?"

Aunt Elaine this, Aunt Elaine that...

Come on, baby.

Four, five, six, son.

That right there's
a straight kill, it's all me.

No mention of Uncle Kelvin.
Not one word.



-That there is a sloppy roll, man.
- Huh?

That rock's off the slab.

Let's see how popular
Uncle Kelvin gets

- when he starts spreading these
birthday presents around. - Yeah.

You need to step off that pile.

Only one way that's happening.

Uh-uh. We're here to visit.

You let them be.

That's Mary Witherspoon's son.

I know who it is.
They'll settle it.

They always do.
Take off that jacket.

I don't want youo get blood
on the girl's jacket anyway.

That's it...

Huh?
What you want to do?

Back up, son.
Back up!

They really didn't say
nothing about me?

Uh-uh.
I don't believe it.

They didn't say anything.

You need to step off
that pile, son. What?!

Do something, punk.

Oh. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. No, no.

Help!

Somebody help!

Don't cry.

No. Hey.

Don't cry.

Stay with me.
Come on, come on.

Get help.

- Get me help.
- Oh, man.

- Get me help.
- We're gonna get help.

- It's gonna be okay.
- Hey, yeah, 911.

They shot Mr. Kelvin over here,
man. He's bleeding real bad.

Stay with me. Stay with me.

Stay with me.
2378 Atlantic.

Hurry up!

No! No! No!

Kelvin Moore.

He was an accountant
with Pineridge Financial.

Grew up in the building.

He and his wife Elaine
were here visiting

her sister Alicia in 6F.

The presents were
for Alicia's daughter.

Kelvin's wife give us anything?

She's still in shock.

Paramedics are trying
to calm her down.

Kids playing dice in the street
got a look at the shooter, but

the best they could do was--
male, medium build,

ski mask, hoodie.

Hmm. No wallet.

Her wallet's gone, too.

Busy building lobby,
middle of the day.

Pretty brazen.

Or pretty desperate.

Everyone I speak with
around here talks

about Kelvin like
he was a saint.

Then let's make sure
we find the sinner.

♪ Out here in the fields ♪

♪ I fight for my meals ♪

♪ I get my back into my living ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. ♪

Do you know what
day it is tomorrow?

Yes, and you don't need to be
thinking about that right now.

I can't help it.

Tomorrow, Lucy's gonna be
opening her presents

with that ridiculously
cute smile

on her ridiculously cute face,

I'll be thinking about this.

Uh... get lost.

I got this.

No, it's fine.

I've seen a lot worse.
I'm good.

And I'm great, but it's...

you know, it's a little
cramped in here,

and I can't do
three things at once,

and you know,
Danny's got the street,

and the shooter's escape route.

So, somebody needs to go
talk to the wife.

You.

Go.

Thanks.

♪ Don't look ahead,
there's stormy weather ♪

♪ Oh, oh-oh ♪

♪ Another roadblock
in our way ♪

♪ Oh, oh-oh, oh ♪

♪ But if we go,
we go together ♪

♪ Oh, oh-oh ♪

♪ Our hands are tied here
if we stay ♪

♪ Oh, we said our dreams
will carry us ♪

♪ And if they don't fly,
we will run ♪

♪ Now we push right past
to find out ♪

♪ How to win
what they all lost ♪

♪ Oh-ah, oh-ah ♪

♪ We know now we want more ♪

♪ Oh-ah, oh-ah ♪

♪ A life worth fighting for ♪

♪ Oh-ah, oh-ah ♪

♪ A life worth fighting for ♪

♪ Oh-ah, oh-ah ♪

♪ We know that we want more ♪

♪ Oh-ah, oh-ah ♪

♪ A life worth fighting for ♪

♪ Ah, ah-ah, ah, ah,
ah-ah, ah-ah ♪

♪ A-oh ♪

♪ A-oh ♪

♪ Ah, ah, ah-ah, ah-ah ♪

♪ A-oh. ♪

The door opened behind us, and

the guy walked in.
He was black.

He was... he was
wearing a ski mask.

Do you remember anything
strange about him at all?

His eyes, or his teeth, or the
way that he walked or talked?

I remember the gun.

It was silver and shiny.
He said...

Wallets! All your jewelry!

We'll give you
whatever you want.

Shut up!

Okay.

Relax, man.

- Take it easy.
- Shut up!

Hurry up with the jewelry!

Bitch.

I said hurry...

Don't!

Oh!

Oh, my God!

No.

No.

If I just could have gotten
the bracelet unclasped faster.

Don't do that to yourself, Elaine.

It's not your fault.

We moved away from here
after we got married,

and he landed the
job at the firm.

Kelvin was never afraid
of living on this block.

He was afraid of dying here.

My sister and Kelvin were
so happy together,

best friends.

They grew up in this
building together.

They met when they were
in the first grade.

Started dating when they were
seniors in high school.

Thank you.

Whoever did this ain't
from around here.

Clyde. Clyde Duvall.

Clyde lives next door.

He's like a big brother to me.

Kelvin had a way about him.

Even the punks
on the corner respected him.

He never forgot
where he came from,

either. He fixed up
the playgrounds

and the basketball courts
with his own money.

So, it wasn't
a secret around here

that Kelvin and Elaine were
doing all right for themselves?

Folks knew he was
a big shot accountant

with a Manhattan condo
and a fancy car,

if that's what you mean.

Who else would have
known that Kelvin and Elaine

were coming here to visit today?

Just me. You know, it
was a last minute thing.

Unless Elaine and Kelvin
told somebody.

I just... I just can't
believe that he's dead.

You know, he was
such a special man.

- Everybody loved him.
- Not everybody.

What do you got for me, Sid?

If I had a nickel for every time
I heard that question.

I'm afraid I've spoiled everyone
around here over the years.

The age-old tradition

of the investigator
being present at autopsy

is to answer questions

that might assist the
medical examiner,

moi, in determining the cause

and mode of death,
not the other way around.

Well, that's what
the book says, but

I don't think they knew

about Sid Hammerback
when they wrote it.

You always have more
answers than questions.

That's why you're the best.

Flattery will get you
everywhere.

Some type of
oil-based substance.

COD is clear-cut.

Fatal through and through

entering the lower left side
of the chest and exiting

at the upper right scapula,

traversing the torso
at an upward angle,

causing massive damage
to internal organs.

Here's what concerns me.

Lindsay's DD5 complaint report

has the shooter and the victim

face-to-face at close quarters,
struggling over the gun.

Elaine Moore says

the gun discharged while pressed
into her husband's chest.

That's right.

Take a look
at the entrance wound.

No stellate tearing or burns.
Definitely not close contact.

And based on the caliber
of gun, type of ammo

and the GSR pattern
on the clothing,

I'm saying the shot was fired
from five to seven feet away.

Elaine Moore's story
doesn't fit the evidence.

We know the science
doesn't lie and people do.

A shot from five-to-seven
feet away is a lot different

than a close-contact wound.

Maybe Elaine was too shaken up and
she's just filling in the blanks.

But we can't talk to her again

until we have more evidence
to go at her with.

So the money clip on the wallet

turned out to be money--
I got a print.

That was completely
submerged in a puddle.

Not long enough for the lipids
and oils to wash away.

I used a small particle
reagent process

to pull a useable print.

Morris Davis.

Been arrested a bunch of times,
but more importantly,

lives next door to the building
where Kelvin was killed.

Let's pay him a visit.

♪ I'm sing-selling,
diamonds have a risk ♪

♪ A biopsy might show you
what the weapon is ♪

♪ Remove my brain to buy my...

She was fat as hell.

Morris Davis?

Oh, I thought for sure

we were gonna be
doing some running.

That's nice.

- Ain't got no reason to run.
- All right.

The man who was killed
here earlier today

might be a good reason.

I ain't have nothing to do with that.

Nah, I think, I think you did
have something to do with it.

I found your prints on his wallet.

- I found that wallet.
- Oh, come on, son.

You can do better than that.

No, no, no, I found the wallet
and I swear, I-I took the money

but I never looked inside.

Ain't know that wallet
belonged to Mr. Kelvin.

Yo, watch where you going!

Did you get a good look at
the guy who bumped you?

Nah, he was a brother, though,

tall, with his hoodie
pulled down tight.

Yo, I ain't got no use for this
money if it belonged to Mr. Kelvin.

It's mostly all there.

Y'all can lock me up if you want.

The way I see it,
you're turning in the money.

How well did you
know Mr. Kelvin?

Everybody knew him till he
moved out a couple years ago.

He was like the nicest
dude on the block.

Always playing hoops,
breaking up fights,

telling the kids to stay in school.

Tried to tell me,

but I guess I was
too headstrong to listen.

Well, if you liked Mr. Kelvin

as much as you say you did,
maybe you'll give me a call

if you hear any names
floating around the street.

I'll keep my ears open for real.

Well, we got a kid here who's
trying to do the right thing.

- You buying his story?
- Well, makes sense.

What doesn't make sense is

a stickup man dumping the
wallet he just killed for

with cash and credit
cards still inside.

Hey, guys,
that granular substance.

I found on the vestibule floor

turned out to be a cheap
mix of porcelain.

I'm not sure how long
it's been there

or if it has anything
to do with our crime.

Great! Sounds promising.

Now, the note paper I found

on the vestibule floor
is very promising.

It took me a while to figure it out,

but it's a New York State
inmate I.D. number.

So what's your theory?

That the killer jotted down
his inmate number

and left it behind at the
scene of the murder?

Wow, it is a tough crowd today.

Will you give me a second?

My theory is...
I don't have a theory,

but this guy sure looks
good as a suspect.

"Willis Frazier."

Career criminal just
released on parole

after serving a five-year stretch
for armed robbery with a gun.

Yeah, he grew up on that block,
and how's this for a coincidence:

he missed his scheduled visit with
his parole officer this morning

around the same time Kelvin was
being robbed and murdered.

So what are the chances that
parole's gonna issue a warrant?

Pretty promising.

Here is your ticket to the dance.

Flack is your date.
He's meeting you there.

Hands!
Let me see your hands now!

You, too!
Hands!

Hands!
Get up!

So tell me about your
relationship with Willis Frazier.

There's nothing to tell.

No?

You were pen pals when
he was in prison.

You sent him two letters a week.

You put money in his
commissary account every month.

We used to date. Simple as that.

It's not so simple, though.

You were at his apartment hours
after your husband was murdered.

He was comforting me.

Really?
All the people in your life,

you turn to your ex-con
ex-boyfriend for comfort?

You were having an affair,
Elaine.

This is Willis'
inmate I.D. number.

We found it in the vestibule
where your husband was killed.

That was in my bag.
It must have fallen out

when the guy who killed
him took my wallet.

You know what I think, Elaine?
I think you're playing me.

I think the tears and the
grief, they're all an act.

I think you had Willis kill
your husband.

Oh, my.

Armed robbery, assault,
possession with intent.

All before your 21st birthday.

I paid my debt.

Well, I want to believe you, Willis,

but my only hesitation
is this murder thing.

Aw, so you gonna think
whatever you gonna think.

You're a hard man, I can see that.

Nobody messes with you
or takes what's yours,

like Kelvin, when he married Elaine.

I was on the inside, and
Elaine was on the outside.

She moved on.

I never blamed Kelvin for that.

You mean to tell me
all those years in prison,

knowing Kelvin had
the woman you wanted

and was living a life
you could only dream about,

you never felt jealous?

Willis.

Willis and I had something
Kelvin couldn't give me:

passion.

So the man you wted

was sent away, and you
settled for Kelvin.

Don't say it like that.
I didn't settle for him.

He was the most caring
and loving man

that I ever knew.

I loved him.

You just loved Willis more.

but I can't hide it, either.

Elaine was made for me.

So when I got out, we picked
up where we left off.

Only one problem, though:

Kelvin.

I wouldn't kill Kelvin.
He never did nothing to me.

You expect me to take
you at your word?

You missed your parole
visit the very morning

your girlfriend's husband
was shot to death.

I work nights.
I overslept.

Oh, honey, you've got to do
a lot better than that.

I don't have an alibi, but
all I can say is that...

Kelvin Moore was a good man.

He treated Elaine like gold
while I was away.

I would have never
laid a finger on him,

and that's the God's truth.

We have a serious
problem here, Elaine.

And what's that?

Your version of what
happened this morning.

You said that when
the suspect came in,

you and Kelvin were
standing at the buzzer,

that he demanded your wallets
and your jewelry

and that he pistol-whipped you
when you were too slow.

- That's not what happened.
- That is what happened!

I couldn't get the clasp
on my bracelet undone.

The guy was getting anxious,
Kelvin tried to rush him...

No!

He just shot him.

Here's the thing, Elaine,

if the gun had been held up
against your husband's shirt,

there would have been burn marks

on the entry wound
and on his shirt.

There weren't any.

There would have been a distinct
gunshot residue pattern,

but the GSR pattern
on your husband's shirt

would indicate that he was shot
from a distance.

The gun was at least five feet away.

Also, the bullet that
killed your husband

was travelling
at an upward trajectory.

You know what that means?

It means, that it entered
your husband at a low angle

and it exited at a high angle,

so either the shooter was
extremely short

which we know he wasn't,
or he was on the ground.

So I don't remember every detail.

My husband was murdered
right in front of me.

You got the placement
of the gun wrong,

you got the distance
of the shooter wrong.

You're lying, Elaine.

I need to know why.

Elaine had no explanation for the
inconsistencies in her story?

No, and when I started
to press her, she shut down,

so I had to cut her loose.

Willis was the same.

Parole won't hold him until
we have something more.

I look at Elaine and I
don't see a murderer.

Even now.

There's gotta be a piece missing.

Well, the missing piece is the
third person in that ***.

And Willis had motive, means,

and the track record of violence.

Yeah, so now we just need
to find the evidence.

Maybe I can help.

I just processed the dark smudge
they found on our victim.

Turns out to be mostly axle grease.

Pretty common, but I did find

traces of naptha kerosene
and corrosion inhibitors.

- Jet fuel?
- Jet Fuel B, to be precise.

Kelvin had no reason to come
in contact with Jet Fuel B.

So what was it doing on his hand?

Hey, there.

Hey, I'm having
a crisis of conviction

in the middle of a toy store.

Okay.

My head says pick the
developmentally-stimulating blocks

made from organic recycled wood,

but my heart says princess doll!

Well, I'm sure whatever you pick,

Lucy's gonna love.

Oh, you have obviously never
disappointed a three-year-old.

I always say, go with your gut.

Oh... or we could
go with ponies!

Should I send a
squad car to rescue you?

Well, what is everybody else bringing?

Wait a minute.
This isn't about Lucy, is it?

Of course not.
This is about meeting

your friends for the first time,
and that's a lot of pressure.

If they see in you even a
fraction of what I see...

you'll be a hit.

You're a sweet man, Mac Taylor.
Go solve crime.

Hey.

I opened up Elaine Moore

had at the crime scene--
each one

had identical wrapping paper.

Same as the wrapping paper that
I found out in the street.

The suspect tracked it
out of the vestibule.

Except... none of the wrapping
paper on these presents was torn.

Piece of paper Danny found didn't
come from one of these packages.

Check this out.
What do you see?

A void in the blood spatter.

That looks like
the edge of a box.

None of the packages had blood
spatter matching the void.

So there was another package
at the crime scene.

Something the suspect took that

Elaine neglected to tell us.

Whatever it was,

looks like Kelvin Moore
was murdered for it.

Police!
Open up!

- You got a warrant?
- We can get one.

- Or you could ask nice.
- May we come in?

- Where's Elaine?
- I don't know.

- Try her apartment.
- We have.

Then we tried her work,
and now we're here.

Well, she's not.

Well, when was the
last time you saw her?

Last night, when
we left the precinct.

You haven't spoken
to her on the phone?

I called a few times,
but she's not answering.

- Aren't you worried?
- I am.

- Did you call the police?
- I'm not too fond of police.

Look, Willis, if
you care about Elaine,

you got to tell us what's going on.
We can help you.

Elaine has been acting strange
since before Kelvin was killed.

She was making
whispered phone calls

she didn't want
to tell me about.

I don't want to get her
in any trouble.

She's suspected of having
her husband killed.

There's not much more
trouble she can be in.

Elaine didn't kill Kelvin
and neither did I.

But she lied to us about
how Kelvin was murdered.

When people lie, they usually
have something to hide.

We think Kelvin's murder was
connected to one of the packages

Elaine had on her.

- You know anything about that?
- The gifts she had for her niece?

Yeah.

Elaine was here when I got off the
night shift, but not to see me.

She had those gifts

with her 'cause she wrapped 'em
here, but she didn't say why.

Then she left.

A few hours later
Kelvin was dead.

And I found this.

Hawkes found traces of porcelain
at the crime scene.

So what's that mean?

♪ And we finally awake ♪

♪ And walk into the sunny day ♪

♪ Enemy throws
all my money away ♪

♪ Enemy knows
how to make me always pay ♪

♪ I always pay ♪

♪ Enemy lies don't cross
my mind ♪

♪ Enemy talks,
talking so nice and kind ♪

♪ So nice and kind. ♪

You ever heard
of a Maneki Neko?

It means "beckoning cat."

It's supposed to bring
good luck to shop owners

- who display it.
- Sure, I've seen 'em.

They are supposed
to have their paw up.

This one's just lying there.

I know, but the coloring
and design details

resemble that of Maneki Nekos.

Also there's some type of
Japanese calligraphy on its base.

What's that telling us?

Nothing yet, but I did
confirm that the porcelain

matches the trace that we found

on the vestibule floor
where Kelvin was killed.

You know, all the other gifts

that Elaine had were
toys for her niece.

This statue doesn't fit.

Well, I'm not so sure

the statue is as important
as what was inside.

I found white powder
on several pieces.

Came back as cocaine.

Oh, wow, okay,
the statue's hollow,

large enough to hide
a significant amount

of illegal narcotics.

I'd say about two kilos.

Yeah, and they were sealed
inside, so Elaine had

to smash it open
to remove the drugs.

Then Elaine wrapped the drugs

to match the gifts for her
niece, took them to Alicia's.

But why?

Suggests both Elaine
and Alicia are involved

in some kind of drug ring.

Maybe Kelvin, too.

It's crazy, Mac,
neither Kelvin or Elaine have

any kind of a criminal history,
let alone drug dealing.

What's Alicia's background?

She's a single mom with two jobs.
She's not exactly Tony Montana.

Well, it's what the
evidence points to.

This murder was about drugs.

Yeah, well, I just talked

to my buddy in Narcotics.

He said he doesn't know anything

about moving coke
inside cat statues,

but he mentioned Maximo
and Liebert Webster, okay,

two mid-level drug dealers.

So what's their connection
to Elaine and Kelvin?

Narcotics got a tip from a CI

who was inside the Webster
brothers' apartment.

He said he saw a stash
of two kilos of coke,

so he executed a warrant a few
hours later, comes up dry.

Nobody gets locked up.

Two kilos is the same amount

Elaine may have gotten
out of the statue.

Yes, and the warrant was for the
apartment right across from Alicia's.

Two days before
Kelvin was killed.

Alicia, it's Detective Flack.

Open up.

NYPD.

Open up.

They're not here.

Who's not here--

Alicia or the Websters?

None of them.

Those punks cleared out
a day after the raid.

What do you know about them?

They're dangerous.

They've been dealing out
of that apartment for months.

Other than that...

What about Alicia?
She have any contact with them?

There's two kind of people
in this building.

People like them...

Yeah, scumbags.

And people like me and Alicia.
We work hard, we mind our business,

and we try not to get caught
in the cross fire.

You said Alicia's not around.
You happen to know where she is?

Uh-uh.
It was earlier.

I did hear her and the kid
rush out to catch the bus.

She always comes back
after she sees her off.

She didn't come back
today, though?

Haven't seen either
of them since.

Yo.
Hey.

I've been trying to translate

the symbols on the
bottom of the statue,

figure out if we can trace
the origin of the drugs.

Do you know how many variations

of Japanese calligraphy there are?

Four, Grasshopper.

Dozens, okay?

I spent hours

searching through
Japanese symbols,

then Chinese, then Korean.

Couldn't find a match to
the bottom of the statue.

- Oh, so a dead end?
- No, breakthrough.

This symbol-- it
doesn't mean anything.

It's not a Chinese character
or Japanese or Korean.

It's a company logo.

Good Luck Ceramics?

Yeah, supplies novelty stores

in the tristate area with all
kinds of Asian-themed pottery.

This one's their knockoff
of a Maneki Neko.

They call it the Lucky Bobcat.

Is it a top seller?

No, they're not exactly
flying off the shelves,

except at Haiku Novelties in Chelsea.

They've ordered four cases
every month for a year.

Nobody needs that much luck.

Okay.

Yes, everything is going to be fine.

Okay.
This is going to be over soon.

All right.
Just go home...

Go. Run. Go.

Don't move!
Stop! Alicia! Stop!

Oh! Oh, my God!

Let me go!

Get up!

Get up, Alicia! Get up!

Alicia, get up!
No...!

I need to go!
They have my child!

What?!

The men...
the men across the hall!

They said that if I didn't
give them the drugs,

they'd kill my daughter!

Be advised,
we have a possible kidnapping victim

and hostage situation
at this location.

That's our
friend Old Man Winter.

Oh! But I'm just afraid

that you might
melt or something!

Is winter good?

NYPD!
Police!

Come here! Come here!
Get down!

Do not move!

Do not move!

Okay, you're all right.

There's a gun on the couch!

Gun on the couch!

I haven't had an easy life...

Detective, I've been raising
my daughter on my own,

and she needs me.

Whether you go to jail or not

depends largely on what
you say to me in this room.

This is your chance
to tell the truth, Alicia.

I don't have anything
to hide anymore.

The most important thing I need
to know is who shot Kelvin.

I don't know.

Why don't you start by telling
me why Kelvin and Elaine

were bringing you two
kilos of cocaine.

Kelvin didn't know
about the drugs.

Elaine was bringing me the package.

It was three days ago.

I was home with my daughter.

can we invite, like, a couple
of friends of something?

Yeah, you can.
I'd say three friends...

Just... five?

Michelle, go to your room.

These men were banging on the door...

Open the door, man!

Hey, open it or we kick it in.

What do you want?
What do you want? Shh!

Hurry up, man.

They gave me the drugs,

they told me to hold the drugs.

Now, we gonna be back
when the cops are gone.

You talk, you die, you hear me?

Let's go.

The girl first.

Then you.

Michelle, close the door.

And then... more banging
on the door.

I look, it's the police.

Uh, just a second.

I was scared, you know, I...
I dumped 'em.

Dumped it.

And I opened the door,
and the police...

they were telling me
they wanted me to move

to the back of the apartment,
in case there was gunplay.

I was scared, you know?

I didn't know what would happen
if they found me with the drugs.

They would've protected you.

I didn't have time to think,
you know; I was afraid.

I have to live in that
apartment building.

Those... those men,
they have people.

I understand.

What happened when they
came back for the drugs?

Hey, tell me, hmm?
Why I shouldn't kill you right now.

I'm going to get you the
money, I swear to God.

Leave my daughter alone.

I want the coke!

Please don't hurt her.

Two keys is what I gave you.
That's what I want back.

Tomorrow.
Or you watch your kid die.

I didn't deserve this.
I'm a really good person.

If you're telling me the truth,

there's not a D.A. in the city
that will prosecute you.

Elaine had the money, who had
the connection for the drugs?

This guy I grew up with--
Deron-- people call him D.

He's been out of the
business for awhile,

but he knew a guy on Canal

who's been dealing
weight for years.

So, did D know anything
about when and how

you were coming to the building
to deliver the package to Alicia?

No.

He gave me the number,
he told me to drop his name,

he didn't want to know anything.

He's got a family now;
a job.

What about the guy at the shop?
Or what about your boyfriend Willis?

The guy in the shop
barely spoke English.

I gave him the money,
he gave me the statue.

Willis had no idea
what we were doing.

You know, he's just out of prison.
He's on parole.

I couldn't take a chance on him
getting caught up in this.

All right, so, then, I
need you to tell me

exactly what happened
in the vestibule.

The truth, Elaine.

Really?

They might've said something.

Wallets.

All your jewelry.

We'll give you whatever you want.

Shut up!

Oh!
Hey! Relax! Relax!

Don't move.
Take it easy.

Where is it?

Where is it?

Where is it?
Where is it?

Where's what?
What are you talking about?

What is he talking about?

Where is what?

Move.
What's going on, Elaine?

What's he talking about?

No... no... no!

No! No, baby... baby...

Baby, look at me.

Are you okay?
Baby? Baby?

Stay with me...

No, no...
baby... baby...

So Kelvin is dead and
the drugs are gone.

It's just hard for me to
imagine why, at that point,

you and Alicia didn't
come to the police.

We were scared.
We didn't know what to do.

We were gonna go to the
precinct this afternoon,

when Michelle got off
the bus from school.

She never made it.

Those men, they called me,
they told me

"You will never see her
alive again..."

unless I bring the drugs to the motel.

I need to think, Alicia.

Because somebody knew what was
in that package,

and they knew exactly when
it was gonna be delivered.

How about Clyde?

No, I ha-hadn't even
seen Clyde in days.

Think-- then who?

- Who could it have been?
- Nobody. Nobody else knew. I swear.

We have the how and the why,
now we just need the who.

They either told someone

or someone heard the
conversation they had.

Alicia said they
spoke over her cell,

and she was alone in the apartment.

Yeah, Elaine said the same thing.

What are you thinking?

The answer is in Alicia's apartment.

Alicia, tell us exactly
where you were standing

when you were on the
phone with Elaine,

telling her to bring the
drugs to the building.

I was...

here, looking out the window.

Were you leaning against the wall?

Mm, yes.

I watch my daughter get off the
school bus, every afternoon.

I mean...
I don't understand--

what difference does it make
where I was standing?

I don't know what
you're trying to do here

but I want you out
of my apartment-- now.

You killed him, Clyde.

You killed Kelvin Moore.

I didn't kill nobody.

You heard Alicia
leave this morning,

just like you heard her
on the phone with Elaine,

telling her about the
trouble she was in.

You heard all of it
through this wall.

You knew the drugs were
coming into the building,

you knew how, when and where.

You waited for them.

You know you're lying.

I am not!

Two kilos-- that's, like,
40 grand cash,

walking through the door.

But that wasn't enough.

You wanted Kelvin's wallet.

When you grabbed it
from his hand,

you left something behind--
Jet Fuel B.

The same fuel you used to
pump into those jetliners

before you lost your job
with the airline,

a couple of months ago.

I'm guessing the gloves
you wore during the robbery

were the same ones you
used to wear to work.

And I bet they're somewhere
in this apartment,

along with that gun.

Where you think that
gun is now, Clyde?

Turn around!

There are two kind opeople
in this place, Clyde,

people like Kelvin Moore,
and scumbags like you.

Let's go.

Clyde saw that package coming
into the building as money,

so he decided to take it
without any regard

for what would happen
to you and your family.

Mommy!

Oh, God! Honey!

- Are you okay?
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, my God.

Are you sure? Oh, God...

Are you okay?

Look, I know you must think
I'm a horrible person

for cheating on my husband.
I loved Kelvin.

Just not the way
everyone wanted me to.

I don't think you're
a horrible person.

I just think it's sad
that you didn't realize

that the greatest gift you had
walking into that building yesterday

was standing right next to you.

♪ ♪

Hey.

Hey.
Hey!

What do you got there?

Is that the, uh, Mac
Taylor action figure?

Sold out.

I went with old reliable,
a little teddy bear.

Speaking of old
reliable teddy bears.

Mac Taylor! Come on, we can't
be late for Lucy's birthday.

Hi.
Hi!

- You must be Christine.
- Yeah.

I'm Jo.

Hi.
Nice to meet you.

How are you?

- Hey. Adam.
- Hello.

Sheldon Hawkes.
Hello.

- Don Flack. Hi.
- Hi.

I guess I went
a little overboard.

Wow.

My birthday's next month,

and you and Mac are
definitely invited.

I hope, uh, horses, blocks
and princess dolls are okay.

Oh, Mac will have
a blast with those.

Mac will have a blast with what?

Inside joke.

When you've been
part of the group for

a little while longer,
we'll let you in on it.

Oh, uh, Adam, can you
hold that for a second?

We'll be right behind you.

What was that for?

'Cause I felt like it.

'Cause you made me feel like it.

And letting me into your
world the way you have

has just changed my life.

I can't stop smiling.

I can't stop thinking about you.

For a long time,

this place and those guys
have been my whole world.

They've helped me through
some tough times.

Now I have you.