Lie to Me (2009–2011): Season 2, Episode 15 - Teacher and Pupils - full transcript
Dr. Lightman allows a wealthy client to shadow him as he tries to find out who critically wounded a Washington D.C. police officer in an apartment building taken over by drug dealers.
[Indistinct chattering]
[Engine idling]
Mommy!
Yeah?
Guess what?
What?
Miss Mornie gave me
a green ticket.
I got to go to the prize box.
Prize box?
That's fantastic, Sophie.
You know what I think?
I think that daddy would
like to hear about this.
Hey. It's Hardy.
I'm approaching the third floor.
What unit was
that disturbance call?
[Radio static]
Man: Unknown.
Somewhere on floor 3.
[Scoffs] [static]
Roger that.
I'll find it.
Hey, Jimmy, you know what?
I was supposed to be punched
out about 40 minutes ago.
[Static] Sorry, bro.
You caught the call.
[Static] [cell phone rings]
[Ring]
[Ring]
[Ring] Hey!
What the hell you...
[grunts and groans] [ring]
[Ring]
Hey, this is Nick.
You know what to do after the beep.
[Beeps]
It's me.
Um, guessing
you're not going to make
it home for dinner again.
Sophie really needs her father.
When you get home, we
need to talk about this
because
something has to change.
[Chimes]
[Nick gasps and exhales]
[Wheezing]
[Footsteps]
12.50 a share.
It's the best I can do.
If I'm going
to pull the trigger,
it has to be
at the right price, don.
You know, something tells
me you can do a lot better.
I can't do better.
Well...
I guess we're done here.
You walk out of here now,
don, and the deal's off.
Are you sure there's no
more money on the table?
Fine. $13.
Not a penny more.
My absolute limit.
Great.
We have a deal.
You drive a hard bargain.
And you have a private jet.
Seems fair.
[Indistinct chattering]
Not bad.
I pay you 10 grand,
and you make me 15 million.
Teach me.
The science, I mean.
Well, you got 8 years,
have you?
I want to shadow you.
I want to watch what you do.
How you do it.
I'm a quick study.
I'll pay you 30 grand
for the week.
[Cell phone rings] 50.
Yeah?
Right. Get Loker down
there with a camera.
40.
Oh, a cop's been shot.
I'm on retainer with the city.
45. Take it or leave it.
So why's the FBI on this?
Well, there was a shooting
on a federal housing project.
Ah, there he is.
Captain James, D.C. police.
Dr. Cal Lightman.
Given our present situation,
Lightman's the man.
What's the situation?
One of the bullets rendered
officer Nick Hardy
a quadriplegic.
He can't speak, can't move,
and we can't get
a clear response
to any of our questions.
So you want me to help
identify the shooters.
Yes.
911 got a call from
the Eastmont projects.
Tenants heard shots,
and they saw 2 kids
running from the building
in bloody shirts.
Now, they were caught
a few blocks away,
but no shirts
and no murder weapon.
But residue on
one of their hands shows
that he recently fired a gun.
But without the weapon, we
can't prove it was the gun.
Yeah. And the surgeon says that
Hardy doesn't even have much time...
maybe a few days, but more
than likely, a few hours.
Why are you so worried now?
That's one of my men in there.
You're concerned you don't
have the whole story yet.
Look, the kids
that we picked up,
they're just runners
for a small-time dealer.
They never carried weapons,
and they have no history
of violent crime.
And then, one day,
they just shoot a cop.
No, no. See, I think someone
told them to gun up.
But the question for you is,
can you read a man who can
barely move his eyes?
[Monitors beeping]
Ryan star: ♪ dream,
send me a sign ♪
♪ turn back the clock ♪
♪ give me some time ♪
♪ I need to break out ♪
♪ and make a new name ♪
♪ let's open our eyes ♪
♪ to the brand-new day ♪
Mrs. Hardy?
I'm Cal Lightman.
You Sophie?
How you doing, Sophie?
These are my colleagues.
They told me you'd come.
Um, Mrs. Hardy, maybe I can
take you and your daughter
to get something to
drink in the cafeteria.
I love you.
We'll be right back.
Ah, he liked that.
Look at the muscles
around the eyes.
They contracted a bit.
It made him happier.
While you're at it, Clara,
try and get ahold of Foster.
Come on.
Nick, I'm here to help find
out who did this to you.
I know you can't answer questions
the way you normally would,
but you just think it, and
I'll try to do the rest, ok?
I want to state for the record
that this show-up is
beyond unorthodox.
Shut up, counselor.
You getting something?
[Indistinct]
All right, Nick.
Are you 90 years old?
[Respirator hissing]
Are you 30 years old?
There.
Right there.
His pupils.
Can you bring those two over?
And lean them right in.
I know you're tired, but I need
you to concentrate, all right?
Were these two boys there
when you were shot?
It's a positive affirmation.
That's a "yes" to you,
counselor.
All right.
One at a time.
Did this one shoot you?
Nothing? Ok.
And the other?
In he comes now.
Did this one shoot you?
There it is.
Right. Well, they were both
there when he was shot,
but this one,
he pulled the trigger.
What's your next trick,
reading tea leaves?
This is all total garbage.
I'm giving my clients
back to social services
and taking them back to county.
No, you're not.
We know you were working
with someone.
If you fess up now,
we can protect you
from that person.
Look at that...
honest fear, it is.
Do not say anything.
There are no questions here.
My clients have a right
against self-incrimination.
They also have a right
to self-preservation.
They cooperate,
maybe we can cut a deal,
because we are going to find
who you were working for.
We were doing a job for...
I told you, you don't
have to say anything.
We were slanging
drugs for Tevon,
and suddenly, this cop
creeped up on us.
In our neighborhood,
someone comes up behind you,
you don't ask questions.
You shoot.
Went down before we even
knew he was the police.
[Beeps] He's lying.
Clara, how do I know
he's lying?
For 45 grand, why don't you tell me?
Ok. Um, here we go.
[Video rewinds]
Went down before we even
knew he was the police.
[Beeps] There.
Duping-delight.
Some people can't help just
the tiniest hint of a smile
when they think they've
gotten away with a lie.
Who's Tevon?
Their language is all past tense.
It's like they're unconsciously
cutting ties from this person.
Tevon's the dealer
they clocked for.
He runs the projects.
Real scumbag.
Yeah, well, may have been
running drugs for him,
but that's not who
they were working for
when they bumped into Hardy.
Are you sure?
Yeah, I'm sure.
Sure as the lie on his face.
So whoever they were
really working for
scares them enough that
they would rather
serve up Tevon.
Or maybe there's a rival dealer
trying to recruit
some of Tevon's runners.
We should go talk to him.
I already told you, that's
not who they were working for.
So why do you want
to go and see him?
Well, the first rule of policeman,
Dr. Lightman...
um, stop for coffee?
Follow every lead.
Hey, Emily.
Hey.
Cal, we need to talk.
Maybe alone.
Uh-oh.
I'll just go get a snack
while you two talk about Clara.
Oh, good grief.
Sit down.
What about Clara?
Our accountant says we can't
make payroll next week.
Terrific.
Start the layoffs, then.
The situation is serious.
And keeping your
daughter here as buffer
is not going to keep me from yelling
until I get through to you.
All right, calm down.
What about clara...
formally, Mrs. bailout?
Maybe she's more valuable
than just a one-day ridealong.
Let me get this straight.
You're asking me
to ask Clara for a loan?
She could know people...
people with money who
could use our services...
she's our client, Gillian.
I don't ask clients for loans.
And I don't mix business
with pleasure.
Pleasure?
Hi.
If you want to discuss some
kind of business deal,
I'm open to it.
Well, that's much appreciated,
but, you know, your
money's no good here.
This would probably be
a bad time to ask
for the $300
I need for the dance.
Since when does it cost
$300 to dance?
I need a new dress, shoes...
Hair, manicure.
Well, clearly outnumbered here.
[Sighs] [paper rustles]
There you are.
Thank you.
I want receipts.
I just keep coming to you
with this problem,
and you keep ignoring it.
Well, find a loan, then.
I know some money men.
I could help you with this.
Ready?
Yes.
Whoa. You don't think you're
coming along, do you?
Absolutely.
No, she's my colleague.
Wherever I go, she goes.
Fine, but she's signing a waiver.
Ok.
I tell you what,
why don't you go with Foster
and sign the necessary papers?
While you're at it,
you can give her
the names of those money men.
Glad to help.
To the right.
Let's go before
she comes back now.
[Rap music playing]
♪ This bossy
that I'm sippin' on... ♪
Capt. James: Tevon moves
around the projects
every few months.
Makes it harder for the u.C.
S to keep a bead on him.
Our intel says he's
on the fourth floor.
Problem is, we don't
know which apartment.
[Indistinct rap music
continues]
We're the cops.
Who wants to be strip-searched?
[Indistinct chattering]
[Rap music continues]
Well, there's your apartment.
It's the first one
down on the left.
And how do you know that?
If you put a drop of water
in front of a swarm of ants,
you know, they'll avoid it 'cause
they think it's dangerous.
The kids did the same thing...
they steered clear
of that apartment.
Probably for the same reason.
All right.
Whoa, no. No.
You're a civilian, all right?
You stay in the stairwell.
Well, can I have a badge and a gun?
Can you deputize me?
Yeah, nice try.
Listen,
you get in any trouble,
you call us.
All right.
Thank you very much.
I walked this beat 20 years.
Pretty tough, all right?
Mm-hmm.
Yeah?
Police.
Tevon in?
No. Tevon ain't here.
Well, I guess we're just going to
have to wait for him, then, huh?
Yo, man, drop it!
[screams]
Hey, drop the gun.
What are you doing? We're cops.
Man, I got shot by a guy
saying they was cops before.
I ain't going for it then,
I ain't going for it now.
So y'all drop the gun,
or I'm pulling the trigger.
Mes: Son, you are playing
this all wrong.
No. What's wrong is
y'all creepin' round my door
trying to cap me, man.
Cal, in American accent: Captain
James, this is officer Lightman.
We got s.W.A.T. Outside.
The sniper has the subject
in sight
through the south window.
Good. I hope they shoot your
ass in the back of the head.
Shut up, bitch!
Officer James, please respond.
Do we greenlight the sniper?
Let me tell you something.
Those snipers are going to
put a bullet in your brain
unless you drop that gun
right now.
You have 3 seconds.
Put the gun down.
Put it down.
1, 2...
All right, yo.
Ain't knew
y'all was really cops, man.
Thought y'all was here
to mess with my business.
All right.
Cool, cool. Be.
Put it down.
Easy, man.
Cool.
Hey, man. Look.
All this is just one big honest mistake.
I know it was.
All right. Cool.
So was this.
Hey!
Hey!
Hey, come on, man.
Take a walk, honey.
[Grunts]
Hey! Hey, man!
Man, this ain't justice, man.
Hey, what this is about?
[Normal accent] Who's
your deputy now, then?
Yo, man, those kids are
straight-up liars, man.
All I told them to do
was run product,
and by product,
I mean chewing gum.
He's telling the truth,
except for the gum part.
See, man?
Listen to him.
What do you know about
the cop that got shot?
I know Jack, man.
Matter of fact,
where my lawyer at?
Where's your stash, tevon?
'Cause far as I can tell,
you've got drugs hidden,
ooh, 3 feet
from where I'm standing.
Listen up,
little English muffin.
You ain't about to get
in my head, man.
You better get your ass
a warrant.
Where am I going to get
a warrant, you wanker?
[Sniffs] I'm not a cop.
All right, then.
How about...
I start over here?
You think? Eh?
Hey, man. Come on, man!
That ain't necessary.
Come on, man.
[Boxes rattle]
What about in here?
All right, man.
Cool.
All right.
I'll tell you what you want to know.
Tell you all I know.
Look, I heard
a lot of loud shouting
and some gunfire going on
directly below me.
Then I seen those two punks
digging out of the back lot.
Go on, ask your boy over there.
He know everything.
He'll tell you I'm telling
the god-honest truth.
Yeah, well, he's got a point.
You heard shouting
from below you?
Listen, Hardy was answering
a domestic disturbance call.
Arguing was coming
from the third floor.
But he was shot before he
got to the right apartment.
Yeah, but did anyone talk to those tenants
during the follow-up investigation?
Well, there were some apartments
where no one was home.
Maybe whoever was
arguing downstairs
saw someone with the shooters,
but they got too scared
to talk, so they bolted.
Yeah. It's like
I always say,
follow every lead.
Right, tevon?
Whatever, man.
Man: I'm really
uncomfortable with this.
James: Knock,
say it's you,
and he opens the door
voluntarily.
We don't have 3 hours
to wait for a warrant.
[Cell phone rings and beeps]
Yeah, Lightman.
You ditched me,
which is not good
for business or pleasure.
It gave me minor pleasure.
Ugh, sure.
[Knock on door]
Hey.
How you doing?
Good.
Yeah?
What's your na?
Olivia.
What?
Who's Olivia?
Is that your doll?
Can I have a look?
Take a seat.
It's all right.
I won't bite you.
What the hell is going on?
I'm on the phone
with a very mean lady
who wants me
to hear her secret.
I don't want to hear her secret.
I want to hear yours.
You got a secret,
don't you, Olivia?
Such professional behavior.
I can't imagine why your
company's drowning in red ink.
[Beeps]
Mr. Jenkins isn't home.
He's dead.
Oh, yeah?
When did he die?
Last night.
I saw them taking him away in a bag.
Who took him?
The corner men.
It said it on their backs.
Hey, sweetheart,
do you mean the
coroners took him away?
Did they have "coroner"
written in yellow
on the back of their jackets?
Uh-huh.
And they had a belt...
Like yours.
What do you mean,
a belt with a gun?
Like the police?
How many cops work
these projects?
About a dozen.
I want pictures.
I've got the district book
in my car, but...
good, I'll grab it
on the way out.
You're takin' a hell of a leap
that cops were moving
this body.
I mean, how's a little
girl supposed to know
if what she saw
in the middle of the night
were coroners,
criminals, or cops?
Coroners don't have guns,
and criminals don't carry
their weapons in holsters.
Right, Olivia?
See?
Where is he?
Where's Lightman?
He left before us.
I thought he was here already.
That was the morgue.
No 70-year-old white males have
come in in the past 24 hours.
Plus, there were no signs of
foul play at Jenkins' apartment.
It's like
the old man just vanished.
And none of this means
it was cops taking
a body out of the building.
Well, that's what
we're trying to find out.
Follow every lead, remember?
There isn't a single witness
who was at that scene to
corroborate your theory.
Actually, there was a witness.
And I think I know
why Lightman isn't here.
All right. Nick,
these are pictures
of the cops
that work those projects.
Let's see
if any of them were there
when you were laying
on the floor, shall we?
[Respirator hissing
and monitor beeping]
That's officer hollander.
That's confirmation.
Well done, mate.
And another.
Your pupils are on fire.
You're on a roll.
And again.
You've been holding on
long enough
just to tell me this,
haven't you?
Do you want me to help you
say good-bye to your family?
Right, then.
Hey.
Hi. Um,
your husband wants you
to know something.
Wants to tell you something.
I'm going to translate,
if that's ok.
Mm-hmm.
Cal: Ok. Nick,
when Janine was with you
earlier,
you were happy.
You showed happiness.
Is that 'cause you love her?
Yeah, that's a yes.
I see remorse.
Am I reading that right?
We'd been fighting.
He was working
long hours, and...
I wanted him home.
[Sniffles]
Where he'd be safe.
Yeah.
Do you care about
any of that anymore?
No. He loves you
very much,
you and Sophie.
He always will.
You can't fake that look.
[Sobs]
What...
what's he saying now?
Nothing.
He's gone.
I'm sorry.
What?
[sobs]
No.
[monitor beeps rapidly]
[Flatlines]
[Sobbing]
How did you read
remorse on him?
I didn't.
I read it on her.
James: All of these men are
in the same unit.
They cover
the Eastmont projects.
But why would my men sneak
a body out
in the middle of the night and
leave one of their own to die?
I know. It doesn't seem
sporting, does it?
Now, we're going to need
a lot more information
before we confront
these officers.
We got a 70-year-old white
male matching our description
that just turned up.
Hey, you see?
The coroner just misplaced
the body in the morgue.
It happens all the time.
I knew my guys were clean.
Yeah, but we didn't find
this body in the morgue.
We found it in a dumpster
3 blocks from the projects
in a body bag
like that little girl said...
badly beaten
and stabbed to death.
All right.
Let's see how you handle the morgue.
Yeah, that's Mr. Jenkins,
all right.
Ok, I IDed a guy.
Now I got to go back
to running a building.
Hey, what are you so ashamed of?
Nothing.
You see my face?
What's the expression
on my face?
What's it say to you?
Does it say anger?
Does it say impatience?
Look, I'm just creeped out
by dead bodies, that's all.
Really?
Yeah.
All right, come here.
Come here.
All right. Look at this guy.
Go on. Look at it.
See, you are telling the truth when
you say that you're creeped out,
but why no shame for this one?
What's your problem
with Jenkins over there?
Nothing.
You asked me to come
identify Mr. Jenkins...
you see, that's a lie.
That's a lie right there.
Come here.
Identify him again.
Identify him again.
It's Mr. Jenkins.
You see?
Right there, that's deceit.
Why are you lying
about this man's name?
I don't have to be here.
You don't have no authority...
let me explain
something to you.
Your building are registered
as section 8 housing.
That's a federal program.
So trust me, I have
the authority.
Why don't you take a wild
guess on what this is.
That's the tenant list.
The unit Jenkins lived in
was registered
with the federal government
as a Mr. Kashdan.
There's hundreds of tenants
covering 3 buildings.
I can't keep track of them.
That's a lie.
All right.
How about we try this again?
What do you know
about Jenkins' death?
I don't know anything.
That building is filled with
junkies and gangbangers.
The place is dangerous.
Ok.
That's lie number 2.
One more of those,
and I'm going to let
Reynolds and James
out there flip a coin
over who locks you up tonight.
I'll take heads.
Look, I converted the building
to section 8 housing.
I provide an apartment, the
feds pay me 90% of the rent.
But you know
what you really get is
a building full of
crackheads and ex-cons.
Things just got out of hand.
You know,
I'm smelling fear here.
Oh, yeah.
Of this one.
And this one.
And these other two.
How does he know that?
Eyelids.
Uppers are severely raised,
lowers are tensed.
Why are you so afraid
of these cops?
Look, a few years ago,
they tell me
they're gonna round up
all the skells in the building,
force 'em out, whether
they want to go or not.
I would replace the
crackheads and the hookers
with people who wouldn't
completely ruin the place.
But you'd leave the original
tenants on the federal register
so that the government would
continue to pay their rents.
So you would get
2 rents per unit.
But I didn't get
any of the money.
The cops kept it all.
Uh-uh.
Ok. I got 10%.
But the cops took
the rest of it.
6 figures a year.
Cal: And you told
no one about this?
Who am I supposed to go to
when the problem are
the police?
Did you kill Jenkins?
No.
That's true.
Jenkins threatened to rat
if we didn't cut him in.
He was a big mouth,
crazy old man.
I tried to tell him
not to make waves.
His testimony alone
isn't going to be enough.
His name is the only name
on those rent documents.
Nothing leads us to the cops.
Well, let me have a crack
at the shooters, then.
These kids, they know the
cops can get them anywhere,
even in prison.
That's why they panicked
and shot officer Hardy
and tried to serve tevon up.
Nothing scares a con
like a dirty cop.
If Hardy hadn't stumbled
on those kids...
It's what cops call
mutt-luck.
You all right there, Captain?
'Cause I'm sensing
a little guilt.
Yeah, well,
you'd feel guilty, too
if you assigned a man
with a wife and daughter
to the beat
that got him killed.
Listen, we'll take over the
investigation from here.
I appreciate everything
you guys have done.
Thank you very much.
Ok.
[Sighs]
Emily: Now?
Cal: Yeah, go on.
Ok. Ok.
Ta-da.
Aww.
Look at you.
You look beautiful, Em.
[Chuckles] Thank you.
I can't believe you made
me get dressed here.
Well, you know, for 300 bucks,
at least I should get
a picture, right?
There.
[Indistinct]
[Chuckles] [phone beeps]
You know, there was a time
when me and your mum couldn't
get you into a dress.
I used to eat nothing but yellow
foods, too, but things change.
I wish they didn't have to.
So, what's going on
with you tonight?
I'm working late.
I've got a client.
Oh, with Clara.
What? No.
It's business.
No. That's...
that's a lie.
I can see that thing
your eyes are doing.
What?
They did it again.
[Scoffs] Do me a favor.
You've have better luck
reading a Chinese phone book.
All right, here we go.
Oh!
All right, now.
You see this?
Mm-hmm.
No less than 6 inches
between you and dick.
Dad?
What?
Come on. It's Richard,
and you know it.
Oh, in that case, 12 inches.
[Giggles]
[Both grunt]
You got a coat?
Yeah, this is a coat.
That's not a coat.
Yes.
It's a shrug.
You look great.
I've spent a fortune and
not looked half as good.
Thank you.
Have fun with your client.
You have fun, too.
The equity fund manager's
waiting at the boardroom.
Yeah. We should go.
We're going to be late.
Good luck.
You can fill me in over dinner.
So to speak.
Or not.
Focus. Hmm?
Right.
John and George, right?
They're talking about
their new secretary.
And John says,
"I took her out last night,
"and we went at it all night.
Yeah, she's better
than my wife."
So the next day, George comes in.
He says,
"I took her out last night.
"We went at it all night.
I think you're right.
I think she is better than your wife."
[Laughs]
[Chuckling]
Right. Well,
you're the boss,
you know, 'cause everyone else,
they waited just a millisecond
before they laughed.
You, you laughed, but truth,
you found it offensive, right?
Being the family man
that you are, right?
You, you got turned on by it.
And you...
well, you'd heard it before,
but you laughed anyway.
Your laugh was fake. So.
That's what we do, gentlemen.
We read people.
If you're lying,
cheating, or deceiving,
your face will let us know
before anything you're
saying ever does.
Well, I look forward
to working with you.
Well, you sure know how to
show a girl a good time.
Well, it's been a while,
has it?
You know, everyone needs
a reminder now and then.
So, what's this really
all about, Clara?
I don't follow.
Oh, that's 'cause
you've been too busy trying
to lead, haven't you?
Mmm. I paid good money
for that privilege.
Doing you a favor.
45 grand?
That's chump change for
someone like you, isn't it?
Now, if you were really
interested in what I do,
you'd have made a play
for me by now.
Well, no.
I mean, not play for me.
A play for firm.
Over your dead body.
What's your game, Cal?
[cell phone rings]
[Muffled grunt]
[Ring]
[Beeps] Hello, Em.
What?
Now, say that again.
All right.
You say nothing
until I get there,
you understand?
Nothing.
What's wrong?
You take the car.
The bastards arrested
my daughter for drugs.
Oi!
Cal Lightman.
Where's my daughter?
Mr. Lightman,
let's talk in here.
Where's my daughter, officer?
I can understand your
concern, also being a dad.
These kids today, huh?
Yeah.
So, where is she?
Take a breath.
It's ok. She's coming.
Seriously, take a breath, pal.
Well, see,
I just want her back.
You're going to let
her go, right?
You seem like a smart guy,
doting dad.
We all make mistakes.
Correct?
Oh, yeah.
There a reason not
to let her go?
Oh, no.
Can't think of one.
All right.
All right, well, thank you.
Don't mention it.
That's it, then?
You tell me if that's it.
I think we understand each other.
Oh, yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
Here she is now.
Dad! I didn't do it, I
didn't do anything. I swear.
I know that, love.
I absolutely, sweetie.
Count yourself lucky, Emily.
Most kids around here
don't get bail
when they're caught
with enough cocaine
for
an "intent to distribute."
Come on. Let's go.
Come on.
I want to officially notify you
that this is now
an FBI investigation.
Wait a minute.
Wait.
I came down here
because you told me
you were looking for a new
focus in the investigation.
Ah. The new focus is the
relationship between you
and your boy hollander.
I told you I'd take care
of hollander and his men.
He crossed a line.
That was my daughter.
Yeah, and I'm sorry about that.
You know what? That better be
genuine concern for my Emily,
'cause as you can see,
my blood is well up,
my judgment is way out of
whack, so keep talking.
Those men were
totally out of line.
You know, the other night,
you lied about the
reasons for your guilt.
You are to blame
for Hardy's death,
but not because you sent
him off to the projects,
but because you're up
to your eyes in this
with hollander and his thugs.
Or should I say your thugs?
And that wasn't
a bloody question.
You know what? This is a lot
more complicated than you think.
Why? Whose side
are you on, James?
'Cause on the one hand, you
grieve for Hardy's death, right?
But somehow,
you're involved with
the men responsible
for it. So...
He was a good man.
James,
why don't you save the b.S.
For his widow
and answer the question?
You guys think that I'm
running a crew of dirty cops?
No, I don't think it.
I see it.
Why are you protecting them?
I'm not protecting them.
No, you're protecting yourself.
I'm coming at you, James,
with everything I've got, and
you know that, don't you?
Not just because
of my daughter,
but because of
Hardy's wife and kid.
You do remember them?
A lot of people in those
projects are good people,
just trying to live
their lives.
Which is hard enough without
dealers and pimps and scumbags.
Well, I smell
police vigilantism.
Well, the people in that
building called it safety.
You don't have to see
what we see,
day after day, year after year.
4 years ago,
I pulled a baby out of a
dumpster for the last time.
That's when I had hollander
and his crew set an example
of a couple of
the problem tenants,
so the rest
of the trash would know
that they were n tolerated
in my projects.
Your projects?
My projects!
Somebody's got to own them.
If we just did things by the book,
which doesn't exist, anyway,
nothing would get done.
I swear on my mother's grave,
I didn't know hollander
was running a rent scam,
and I didn't know anything
about any killings.
So, you really believed that
you were doing good there.
I know I was doing good.
You can't be that naive.
Naive? No. Arrogant.
Arrogant enough to believe that
my men would never let me down.
Yeah, well, they did.
So you're going
to help us end this,
if it's the last thing you do.
You're going to go pick up
hollander and bring him back here.
We'll grab the other turd.
[Telephone rings]
Officer Tressler,
FBI.
You're under arrest.
You can't just arrest an officer of
the law 'cause you feel like it.
Come on. Let's go.
Let's go.
Now you know how my daughter felt.
Oh, there he is.
[grunts]
I'm glad you could come.
What's the matter?
Did I strike a nerve?
What, don't you like being
yanked out of your life
to be here with me?
You got nothing on me.
This is bull.
How's your daughter doin'?
Oh, she's doing fine.
Grades have dropped a bit.
Now, the boys have
already started talking.
We've just got a couple of
quick questions for you.
[Buzzer]
[Door shuts]
You have no right to keep us here.
Get me a lawyer.
People who show
genuine guilt and remorse
are more likely to confess.
You read that on which one?
Officer Tressler.
At the police station,
Lightman read that
Tressler wasn't comfortable
with what his partners
were doing to Emily.
Yeah. If a member
of a group dynamic feels
that the group has strayed
from its moral code,
that member's discomfort
manifests itself
in physical distancing
from the group,
micro-expressions
of disagreement.
And Lightman said that
this guy was showing
all of those at the precinct.
He's doing it right now.
He's on the opposite side of him.
[Beeps]
Hi.
How you doing?
You know what?
He's the worst kind
of cop, don't you think?
He's a good cop.
His voice trailed off.
He doesn't believe that.
I'm sorry.
Could you say that again?
It's mind games.
It's all mind games.
You know, you can go.
Yeah,
we don't need you anymore.
We've got him.
Seriously, off you go.
What? What,
you scared, are you?
You scared to leave
without your boyfriend here?
I think I want a lawyer.
He used the word
"think."
He's equivocating.
He wants to unburden himself.
You know, I think I know what
Captain James was doing,
or thought he was doing,
in those projects.
He was taking out trash, right?
Ooh, look at you.
That's pride, that is.
He's puffed up like a peacock.
Lawyer.
Now, that's fair enough.
Yeah, you can have a lawyer.
But I'm not asking you to say
anything to incriminate you.
No.
Not verbally, anyway.
His face has already told me
you killed Hardy.
That's a lie.
I did not!
No, no, I'm sorry.
I mean had him killed. Had him killed.
Had him killed.
That's it. Right.
Those kids...
It was an accident.
Well, now we're getting
somewhere.
Ok. Ok. We're through.
We're through here. Let's go.
Here we go.
You know, you left Hardy,
a father and a husband,
to bleed out alone.
He's gonna do you next,
you know that, don't you?
All right. Shut up.
That's enough.
Make me.
Go on. Make me.
No. I want you to...
make me.
Then you went after
my daughter.
No.
No?
Well, his Adam's apple
says yes.
You know, look at it.
It's like a cork in a storm.
And you see that look?
That's very common
on people with intent
to commit murder.
16, my daughter.
She's 16.
Some man you are.
Don't look at him.
He can't help you.
I didn't want to.
Reynolds: You didn't
want to what?
What, threaten my family?
No, but you did, though,
didn't you?
You went along with it,
didn't you?
'Cause you're scared of him.
I'm not. No.
No?
Coffee break?
Yes.
Yes. [indistinct]
[beeps]
Wait.
I only knew about the two
boys killing Jenkins.
Excuse me?
We saw Hardy lying there,
bleeding out.
But Jenkins was already dead.
His apartment door was
wide open.
Hollander: That's enough.
We closed it,
and we moved the body later.
You killed Jenkins to shut
him up about your rent scam.
Right? That's it.
I just wanted to make
a few extra bucks,
and then, this Jenkins guy
starts causing trouble.
Shut up.
What are you doing?
You're smarter
than this. Come on.
And next thing I know, hollander
tells me that he's dead,
and we have to move the body.
Reynolds:
Oh! Lightman!
[Exhales]
You know, prison's too
good for you, mate.
But I suppose
it will have to do.
I've made a couple of calls.
I've let them know
you're coming.
I said 45 grand, by the way.
Consider it a discount
for ditching me.
Oh, yeah.
Hey. So, Captain James
will cut a deal,
but the rest of 'em are
looking at a life sentence.
Well, if I was on James' jury,
I'd be inclined to give
him a second chance.
Here.
Hmm.
Would you like
some more good news?
Yeah?
You got the loan?
7 figures.
It'll keep us afloat
for at least a year,
long enough to get us
back on our feet.
Congratulations.
Well done, Foster.
You should thank Clara for getting
us in touch with the equity firm.
I'm just excited we're going
to be working together.
Excuse me?
Come again?
Well, as the majority
investor of that equity firm,
I can't wait to turn this place
into the cash-cow
it should be.
Sky's the limit.
I'll leave you two
to celebrate.
I'll call you tomorrow to
talk over some details.
Your place or mine?
Well, your place is mine, now.
That's the best you can do?
So, you've been hanging
around with me for,
you know, a few days now.
That makes you
an expert, does it?
I told you, I'm a quick study.
I believe in business
and pleasure.
Proud of you.
For what?
Admit it.
You were holding out for
more than just a handshake.
You're enjoying
this, aren't you?
7 figures.
You know, this is
all your fault.
You're welcome.
[Engine idling]
Mommy!
Yeah?
Guess what?
What?
Miss Mornie gave me
a green ticket.
I got to go to the prize box.
Prize box?
That's fantastic, Sophie.
You know what I think?
I think that daddy would
like to hear about this.
Hey. It's Hardy.
I'm approaching the third floor.
What unit was
that disturbance call?
[Radio static]
Man: Unknown.
Somewhere on floor 3.
[Scoffs] [static]
Roger that.
I'll find it.
Hey, Jimmy, you know what?
I was supposed to be punched
out about 40 minutes ago.
[Static] Sorry, bro.
You caught the call.
[Static] [cell phone rings]
[Ring]
[Ring]
[Ring] Hey!
What the hell you...
[grunts and groans] [ring]
[Ring]
Hey, this is Nick.
You know what to do after the beep.
[Beeps]
It's me.
Um, guessing
you're not going to make
it home for dinner again.
Sophie really needs her father.
When you get home, we
need to talk about this
because
something has to change.
[Chimes]
[Nick gasps and exhales]
[Wheezing]
[Footsteps]
12.50 a share.
It's the best I can do.
If I'm going
to pull the trigger,
it has to be
at the right price, don.
You know, something tells
me you can do a lot better.
I can't do better.
Well...
I guess we're done here.
You walk out of here now,
don, and the deal's off.
Are you sure there's no
more money on the table?
Fine. $13.
Not a penny more.
My absolute limit.
Great.
We have a deal.
You drive a hard bargain.
And you have a private jet.
Seems fair.
[Indistinct chattering]
Not bad.
I pay you 10 grand,
and you make me 15 million.
Teach me.
The science, I mean.
Well, you got 8 years,
have you?
I want to shadow you.
I want to watch what you do.
How you do it.
I'm a quick study.
I'll pay you 30 grand
for the week.
[Cell phone rings] 50.
Yeah?
Right. Get Loker down
there with a camera.
40.
Oh, a cop's been shot.
I'm on retainer with the city.
45. Take it or leave it.
So why's the FBI on this?
Well, there was a shooting
on a federal housing project.
Ah, there he is.
Captain James, D.C. police.
Dr. Cal Lightman.
Given our present situation,
Lightman's the man.
What's the situation?
One of the bullets rendered
officer Nick Hardy
a quadriplegic.
He can't speak, can't move,
and we can't get
a clear response
to any of our questions.
So you want me to help
identify the shooters.
Yes.
911 got a call from
the Eastmont projects.
Tenants heard shots,
and they saw 2 kids
running from the building
in bloody shirts.
Now, they were caught
a few blocks away,
but no shirts
and no murder weapon.
But residue on
one of their hands shows
that he recently fired a gun.
But without the weapon, we
can't prove it was the gun.
Yeah. And the surgeon says that
Hardy doesn't even have much time...
maybe a few days, but more
than likely, a few hours.
Why are you so worried now?
That's one of my men in there.
You're concerned you don't
have the whole story yet.
Look, the kids
that we picked up,
they're just runners
for a small-time dealer.
They never carried weapons,
and they have no history
of violent crime.
And then, one day,
they just shoot a cop.
No, no. See, I think someone
told them to gun up.
But the question for you is,
can you read a man who can
barely move his eyes?
[Monitors beeping]
Ryan star: ♪ dream,
send me a sign ♪
♪ turn back the clock ♪
♪ give me some time ♪
♪ I need to break out ♪
♪ and make a new name ♪
♪ let's open our eyes ♪
♪ to the brand-new day ♪
Mrs. Hardy?
I'm Cal Lightman.
You Sophie?
How you doing, Sophie?
These are my colleagues.
They told me you'd come.
Um, Mrs. Hardy, maybe I can
take you and your daughter
to get something to
drink in the cafeteria.
I love you.
We'll be right back.
Ah, he liked that.
Look at the muscles
around the eyes.
They contracted a bit.
It made him happier.
While you're at it, Clara,
try and get ahold of Foster.
Come on.
Nick, I'm here to help find
out who did this to you.
I know you can't answer questions
the way you normally would,
but you just think it, and
I'll try to do the rest, ok?
I want to state for the record
that this show-up is
beyond unorthodox.
Shut up, counselor.
You getting something?
[Indistinct]
All right, Nick.
Are you 90 years old?
[Respirator hissing]
Are you 30 years old?
There.
Right there.
His pupils.
Can you bring those two over?
And lean them right in.
I know you're tired, but I need
you to concentrate, all right?
Were these two boys there
when you were shot?
It's a positive affirmation.
That's a "yes" to you,
counselor.
All right.
One at a time.
Did this one shoot you?
Nothing? Ok.
And the other?
In he comes now.
Did this one shoot you?
There it is.
Right. Well, they were both
there when he was shot,
but this one,
he pulled the trigger.
What's your next trick,
reading tea leaves?
This is all total garbage.
I'm giving my clients
back to social services
and taking them back to county.
No, you're not.
We know you were working
with someone.
If you fess up now,
we can protect you
from that person.
Look at that...
honest fear, it is.
Do not say anything.
There are no questions here.
My clients have a right
against self-incrimination.
They also have a right
to self-preservation.
They cooperate,
maybe we can cut a deal,
because we are going to find
who you were working for.
We were doing a job for...
I told you, you don't
have to say anything.
We were slanging
drugs for Tevon,
and suddenly, this cop
creeped up on us.
In our neighborhood,
someone comes up behind you,
you don't ask questions.
You shoot.
Went down before we even
knew he was the police.
[Beeps] He's lying.
Clara, how do I know
he's lying?
For 45 grand, why don't you tell me?
Ok. Um, here we go.
[Video rewinds]
Went down before we even
knew he was the police.
[Beeps] There.
Duping-delight.
Some people can't help just
the tiniest hint of a smile
when they think they've
gotten away with a lie.
Who's Tevon?
Their language is all past tense.
It's like they're unconsciously
cutting ties from this person.
Tevon's the dealer
they clocked for.
He runs the projects.
Real scumbag.
Yeah, well, may have been
running drugs for him,
but that's not who
they were working for
when they bumped into Hardy.
Are you sure?
Yeah, I'm sure.
Sure as the lie on his face.
So whoever they were
really working for
scares them enough that
they would rather
serve up Tevon.
Or maybe there's a rival dealer
trying to recruit
some of Tevon's runners.
We should go talk to him.
I already told you, that's
not who they were working for.
So why do you want
to go and see him?
Well, the first rule of policeman,
Dr. Lightman...
um, stop for coffee?
Follow every lead.
Hey, Emily.
Hey.
Cal, we need to talk.
Maybe alone.
Uh-oh.
I'll just go get a snack
while you two talk about Clara.
Oh, good grief.
Sit down.
What about Clara?
Our accountant says we can't
make payroll next week.
Terrific.
Start the layoffs, then.
The situation is serious.
And keeping your
daughter here as buffer
is not going to keep me from yelling
until I get through to you.
All right, calm down.
What about clara...
formally, Mrs. bailout?
Maybe she's more valuable
than just a one-day ridealong.
Let me get this straight.
You're asking me
to ask Clara for a loan?
She could know people...
people with money who
could use our services...
she's our client, Gillian.
I don't ask clients for loans.
And I don't mix business
with pleasure.
Pleasure?
Hi.
If you want to discuss some
kind of business deal,
I'm open to it.
Well, that's much appreciated,
but, you know, your
money's no good here.
This would probably be
a bad time to ask
for the $300
I need for the dance.
Since when does it cost
$300 to dance?
I need a new dress, shoes...
Hair, manicure.
Well, clearly outnumbered here.
[Sighs] [paper rustles]
There you are.
Thank you.
I want receipts.
I just keep coming to you
with this problem,
and you keep ignoring it.
Well, find a loan, then.
I know some money men.
I could help you with this.
Ready?
Yes.
Whoa. You don't think you're
coming along, do you?
Absolutely.
No, she's my colleague.
Wherever I go, she goes.
Fine, but she's signing a waiver.
Ok.
I tell you what,
why don't you go with Foster
and sign the necessary papers?
While you're at it,
you can give her
the names of those money men.
Glad to help.
To the right.
Let's go before
she comes back now.
[Rap music playing]
♪ This bossy
that I'm sippin' on... ♪
Capt. James: Tevon moves
around the projects
every few months.
Makes it harder for the u.C.
S to keep a bead on him.
Our intel says he's
on the fourth floor.
Problem is, we don't
know which apartment.
[Indistinct rap music
continues]
We're the cops.
Who wants to be strip-searched?
[Indistinct chattering]
[Rap music continues]
Well, there's your apartment.
It's the first one
down on the left.
And how do you know that?
If you put a drop of water
in front of a swarm of ants,
you know, they'll avoid it 'cause
they think it's dangerous.
The kids did the same thing...
they steered clear
of that apartment.
Probably for the same reason.
All right.
Whoa, no. No.
You're a civilian, all right?
You stay in the stairwell.
Well, can I have a badge and a gun?
Can you deputize me?
Yeah, nice try.
Listen,
you get in any trouble,
you call us.
All right.
Thank you very much.
I walked this beat 20 years.
Pretty tough, all right?
Mm-hmm.
Yeah?
Police.
Tevon in?
No. Tevon ain't here.
Well, I guess we're just going to
have to wait for him, then, huh?
Yo, man, drop it!
[screams]
Hey, drop the gun.
What are you doing? We're cops.
Man, I got shot by a guy
saying they was cops before.
I ain't going for it then,
I ain't going for it now.
So y'all drop the gun,
or I'm pulling the trigger.
Mes: Son, you are playing
this all wrong.
No. What's wrong is
y'all creepin' round my door
trying to cap me, man.
Cal, in American accent: Captain
James, this is officer Lightman.
We got s.W.A.T. Outside.
The sniper has the subject
in sight
through the south window.
Good. I hope they shoot your
ass in the back of the head.
Shut up, bitch!
Officer James, please respond.
Do we greenlight the sniper?
Let me tell you something.
Those snipers are going to
put a bullet in your brain
unless you drop that gun
right now.
You have 3 seconds.
Put the gun down.
Put it down.
1, 2...
All right, yo.
Ain't knew
y'all was really cops, man.
Thought y'all was here
to mess with my business.
All right.
Cool, cool. Be.
Put it down.
Easy, man.
Cool.
Hey, man. Look.
All this is just one big honest mistake.
I know it was.
All right. Cool.
So was this.
Hey!
Hey!
Hey, come on, man.
Take a walk, honey.
[Grunts]
Hey! Hey, man!
Man, this ain't justice, man.
Hey, what this is about?
[Normal accent] Who's
your deputy now, then?
Yo, man, those kids are
straight-up liars, man.
All I told them to do
was run product,
and by product,
I mean chewing gum.
He's telling the truth,
except for the gum part.
See, man?
Listen to him.
What do you know about
the cop that got shot?
I know Jack, man.
Matter of fact,
where my lawyer at?
Where's your stash, tevon?
'Cause far as I can tell,
you've got drugs hidden,
ooh, 3 feet
from where I'm standing.
Listen up,
little English muffin.
You ain't about to get
in my head, man.
You better get your ass
a warrant.
Where am I going to get
a warrant, you wanker?
[Sniffs] I'm not a cop.
All right, then.
How about...
I start over here?
You think? Eh?
Hey, man. Come on, man!
That ain't necessary.
Come on, man.
[Boxes rattle]
What about in here?
All right, man.
Cool.
All right.
I'll tell you what you want to know.
Tell you all I know.
Look, I heard
a lot of loud shouting
and some gunfire going on
directly below me.
Then I seen those two punks
digging out of the back lot.
Go on, ask your boy over there.
He know everything.
He'll tell you I'm telling
the god-honest truth.
Yeah, well, he's got a point.
You heard shouting
from below you?
Listen, Hardy was answering
a domestic disturbance call.
Arguing was coming
from the third floor.
But he was shot before he
got to the right apartment.
Yeah, but did anyone talk to those tenants
during the follow-up investigation?
Well, there were some apartments
where no one was home.
Maybe whoever was
arguing downstairs
saw someone with the shooters,
but they got too scared
to talk, so they bolted.
Yeah. It's like
I always say,
follow every lead.
Right, tevon?
Whatever, man.
Man: I'm really
uncomfortable with this.
James: Knock,
say it's you,
and he opens the door
voluntarily.
We don't have 3 hours
to wait for a warrant.
[Cell phone rings and beeps]
Yeah, Lightman.
You ditched me,
which is not good
for business or pleasure.
It gave me minor pleasure.
Ugh, sure.
[Knock on door]
Hey.
How you doing?
Good.
Yeah?
What's your na?
Olivia.
What?
Who's Olivia?
Is that your doll?
Can I have a look?
Take a seat.
It's all right.
I won't bite you.
What the hell is going on?
I'm on the phone
with a very mean lady
who wants me
to hear her secret.
I don't want to hear her secret.
I want to hear yours.
You got a secret,
don't you, Olivia?
Such professional behavior.
I can't imagine why your
company's drowning in red ink.
[Beeps]
Mr. Jenkins isn't home.
He's dead.
Oh, yeah?
When did he die?
Last night.
I saw them taking him away in a bag.
Who took him?
The corner men.
It said it on their backs.
Hey, sweetheart,
do you mean the
coroners took him away?
Did they have "coroner"
written in yellow
on the back of their jackets?
Uh-huh.
And they had a belt...
Like yours.
What do you mean,
a belt with a gun?
Like the police?
How many cops work
these projects?
About a dozen.
I want pictures.
I've got the district book
in my car, but...
good, I'll grab it
on the way out.
You're takin' a hell of a leap
that cops were moving
this body.
I mean, how's a little
girl supposed to know
if what she saw
in the middle of the night
were coroners,
criminals, or cops?
Coroners don't have guns,
and criminals don't carry
their weapons in holsters.
Right, Olivia?
See?
Where is he?
Where's Lightman?
He left before us.
I thought he was here already.
That was the morgue.
No 70-year-old white males have
come in in the past 24 hours.
Plus, there were no signs of
foul play at Jenkins' apartment.
It's like
the old man just vanished.
And none of this means
it was cops taking
a body out of the building.
Well, that's what
we're trying to find out.
Follow every lead, remember?
There isn't a single witness
who was at that scene to
corroborate your theory.
Actually, there was a witness.
And I think I know
why Lightman isn't here.
All right. Nick,
these are pictures
of the cops
that work those projects.
Let's see
if any of them were there
when you were laying
on the floor, shall we?
[Respirator hissing
and monitor beeping]
That's officer hollander.
That's confirmation.
Well done, mate.
And another.
Your pupils are on fire.
You're on a roll.
And again.
You've been holding on
long enough
just to tell me this,
haven't you?
Do you want me to help you
say good-bye to your family?
Right, then.
Hey.
Hi. Um,
your husband wants you
to know something.
Wants to tell you something.
I'm going to translate,
if that's ok.
Mm-hmm.
Cal: Ok. Nick,
when Janine was with you
earlier,
you were happy.
You showed happiness.
Is that 'cause you love her?
Yeah, that's a yes.
I see remorse.
Am I reading that right?
We'd been fighting.
He was working
long hours, and...
I wanted him home.
[Sniffles]
Where he'd be safe.
Yeah.
Do you care about
any of that anymore?
No. He loves you
very much,
you and Sophie.
He always will.
You can't fake that look.
[Sobs]
What...
what's he saying now?
Nothing.
He's gone.
I'm sorry.
What?
[sobs]
No.
[monitor beeps rapidly]
[Flatlines]
[Sobbing]
How did you read
remorse on him?
I didn't.
I read it on her.
James: All of these men are
in the same unit.
They cover
the Eastmont projects.
But why would my men sneak
a body out
in the middle of the night and
leave one of their own to die?
I know. It doesn't seem
sporting, does it?
Now, we're going to need
a lot more information
before we confront
these officers.
We got a 70-year-old white
male matching our description
that just turned up.
Hey, you see?
The coroner just misplaced
the body in the morgue.
It happens all the time.
I knew my guys were clean.
Yeah, but we didn't find
this body in the morgue.
We found it in a dumpster
3 blocks from the projects
in a body bag
like that little girl said...
badly beaten
and stabbed to death.
All right.
Let's see how you handle the morgue.
Yeah, that's Mr. Jenkins,
all right.
Ok, I IDed a guy.
Now I got to go back
to running a building.
Hey, what are you so ashamed of?
Nothing.
You see my face?
What's the expression
on my face?
What's it say to you?
Does it say anger?
Does it say impatience?
Look, I'm just creeped out
by dead bodies, that's all.
Really?
Yeah.
All right, come here.
Come here.
All right. Look at this guy.
Go on. Look at it.
See, you are telling the truth when
you say that you're creeped out,
but why no shame for this one?
What's your problem
with Jenkins over there?
Nothing.
You asked me to come
identify Mr. Jenkins...
you see, that's a lie.
That's a lie right there.
Come here.
Identify him again.
Identify him again.
It's Mr. Jenkins.
You see?
Right there, that's deceit.
Why are you lying
about this man's name?
I don't have to be here.
You don't have no authority...
let me explain
something to you.
Your building are registered
as section 8 housing.
That's a federal program.
So trust me, I have
the authority.
Why don't you take a wild
guess on what this is.
That's the tenant list.
The unit Jenkins lived in
was registered
with the federal government
as a Mr. Kashdan.
There's hundreds of tenants
covering 3 buildings.
I can't keep track of them.
That's a lie.
All right.
How about we try this again?
What do you know
about Jenkins' death?
I don't know anything.
That building is filled with
junkies and gangbangers.
The place is dangerous.
Ok.
That's lie number 2.
One more of those,
and I'm going to let
Reynolds and James
out there flip a coin
over who locks you up tonight.
I'll take heads.
Look, I converted the building
to section 8 housing.
I provide an apartment, the
feds pay me 90% of the rent.
But you know
what you really get is
a building full of
crackheads and ex-cons.
Things just got out of hand.
You know,
I'm smelling fear here.
Oh, yeah.
Of this one.
And this one.
And these other two.
How does he know that?
Eyelids.
Uppers are severely raised,
lowers are tensed.
Why are you so afraid
of these cops?
Look, a few years ago,
they tell me
they're gonna round up
all the skells in the building,
force 'em out, whether
they want to go or not.
I would replace the
crackheads and the hookers
with people who wouldn't
completely ruin the place.
But you'd leave the original
tenants on the federal register
so that the government would
continue to pay their rents.
So you would get
2 rents per unit.
But I didn't get
any of the money.
The cops kept it all.
Uh-uh.
Ok. I got 10%.
But the cops took
the rest of it.
6 figures a year.
Cal: And you told
no one about this?
Who am I supposed to go to
when the problem are
the police?
Did you kill Jenkins?
No.
That's true.
Jenkins threatened to rat
if we didn't cut him in.
He was a big mouth,
crazy old man.
I tried to tell him
not to make waves.
His testimony alone
isn't going to be enough.
His name is the only name
on those rent documents.
Nothing leads us to the cops.
Well, let me have a crack
at the shooters, then.
These kids, they know the
cops can get them anywhere,
even in prison.
That's why they panicked
and shot officer Hardy
and tried to serve tevon up.
Nothing scares a con
like a dirty cop.
If Hardy hadn't stumbled
on those kids...
It's what cops call
mutt-luck.
You all right there, Captain?
'Cause I'm sensing
a little guilt.
Yeah, well,
you'd feel guilty, too
if you assigned a man
with a wife and daughter
to the beat
that got him killed.
Listen, we'll take over the
investigation from here.
I appreciate everything
you guys have done.
Thank you very much.
Ok.
[Sighs]
Emily: Now?
Cal: Yeah, go on.
Ok. Ok.
Ta-da.
Aww.
Look at you.
You look beautiful, Em.
[Chuckles] Thank you.
I can't believe you made
me get dressed here.
Well, you know, for 300 bucks,
at least I should get
a picture, right?
There.
[Indistinct]
[Chuckles] [phone beeps]
You know, there was a time
when me and your mum couldn't
get you into a dress.
I used to eat nothing but yellow
foods, too, but things change.
I wish they didn't have to.
So, what's going on
with you tonight?
I'm working late.
I've got a client.
Oh, with Clara.
What? No.
It's business.
No. That's...
that's a lie.
I can see that thing
your eyes are doing.
What?
They did it again.
[Scoffs] Do me a favor.
You've have better luck
reading a Chinese phone book.
All right, here we go.
Oh!
All right, now.
You see this?
Mm-hmm.
No less than 6 inches
between you and dick.
Dad?
What?
Come on. It's Richard,
and you know it.
Oh, in that case, 12 inches.
[Giggles]
[Both grunt]
You got a coat?
Yeah, this is a coat.
That's not a coat.
Yes.
It's a shrug.
You look great.
I've spent a fortune and
not looked half as good.
Thank you.
Have fun with your client.
You have fun, too.
The equity fund manager's
waiting at the boardroom.
Yeah. We should go.
We're going to be late.
Good luck.
You can fill me in over dinner.
So to speak.
Or not.
Focus. Hmm?
Right.
John and George, right?
They're talking about
their new secretary.
And John says,
"I took her out last night,
"and we went at it all night.
Yeah, she's better
than my wife."
So the next day, George comes in.
He says,
"I took her out last night.
"We went at it all night.
I think you're right.
I think she is better than your wife."
[Laughs]
[Chuckling]
Right. Well,
you're the boss,
you know, 'cause everyone else,
they waited just a millisecond
before they laughed.
You, you laughed, but truth,
you found it offensive, right?
Being the family man
that you are, right?
You, you got turned on by it.
And you...
well, you'd heard it before,
but you laughed anyway.
Your laugh was fake. So.
That's what we do, gentlemen.
We read people.
If you're lying,
cheating, or deceiving,
your face will let us know
before anything you're
saying ever does.
Well, I look forward
to working with you.
Well, you sure know how to
show a girl a good time.
Well, it's been a while,
has it?
You know, everyone needs
a reminder now and then.
So, what's this really
all about, Clara?
I don't follow.
Oh, that's 'cause
you've been too busy trying
to lead, haven't you?
Mmm. I paid good money
for that privilege.
Doing you a favor.
45 grand?
That's chump change for
someone like you, isn't it?
Now, if you were really
interested in what I do,
you'd have made a play
for me by now.
Well, no.
I mean, not play for me.
A play for firm.
Over your dead body.
What's your game, Cal?
[cell phone rings]
[Muffled grunt]
[Ring]
[Beeps] Hello, Em.
What?
Now, say that again.
All right.
You say nothing
until I get there,
you understand?
Nothing.
What's wrong?
You take the car.
The bastards arrested
my daughter for drugs.
Oi!
Cal Lightman.
Where's my daughter?
Mr. Lightman,
let's talk in here.
Where's my daughter, officer?
I can understand your
concern, also being a dad.
These kids today, huh?
Yeah.
So, where is she?
Take a breath.
It's ok. She's coming.
Seriously, take a breath, pal.
Well, see,
I just want her back.
You're going to let
her go, right?
You seem like a smart guy,
doting dad.
We all make mistakes.
Correct?
Oh, yeah.
There a reason not
to let her go?
Oh, no.
Can't think of one.
All right.
All right, well, thank you.
Don't mention it.
That's it, then?
You tell me if that's it.
I think we understand each other.
Oh, yeah. Yeah. Yeah.
Here she is now.
Dad! I didn't do it, I
didn't do anything. I swear.
I know that, love.
I absolutely, sweetie.
Count yourself lucky, Emily.
Most kids around here
don't get bail
when they're caught
with enough cocaine
for
an "intent to distribute."
Come on. Let's go.
Come on.
I want to officially notify you
that this is now
an FBI investigation.
Wait a minute.
Wait.
I came down here
because you told me
you were looking for a new
focus in the investigation.
Ah. The new focus is the
relationship between you
and your boy hollander.
I told you I'd take care
of hollander and his men.
He crossed a line.
That was my daughter.
Yeah, and I'm sorry about that.
You know what? That better be
genuine concern for my Emily,
'cause as you can see,
my blood is well up,
my judgment is way out of
whack, so keep talking.
Those men were
totally out of line.
You know, the other night,
you lied about the
reasons for your guilt.
You are to blame
for Hardy's death,
but not because you sent
him off to the projects,
but because you're up
to your eyes in this
with hollander and his thugs.
Or should I say your thugs?
And that wasn't
a bloody question.
You know what? This is a lot
more complicated than you think.
Why? Whose side
are you on, James?
'Cause on the one hand, you
grieve for Hardy's death, right?
But somehow,
you're involved with
the men responsible
for it. So...
He was a good man.
James,
why don't you save the b.S.
For his widow
and answer the question?
You guys think that I'm
running a crew of dirty cops?
No, I don't think it.
I see it.
Why are you protecting them?
I'm not protecting them.
No, you're protecting yourself.
I'm coming at you, James,
with everything I've got, and
you know that, don't you?
Not just because
of my daughter,
but because of
Hardy's wife and kid.
You do remember them?
A lot of people in those
projects are good people,
just trying to live
their lives.
Which is hard enough without
dealers and pimps and scumbags.
Well, I smell
police vigilantism.
Well, the people in that
building called it safety.
You don't have to see
what we see,
day after day, year after year.
4 years ago,
I pulled a baby out of a
dumpster for the last time.
That's when I had hollander
and his crew set an example
of a couple of
the problem tenants,
so the rest
of the trash would know
that they were n tolerated
in my projects.
Your projects?
My projects!
Somebody's got to own them.
If we just did things by the book,
which doesn't exist, anyway,
nothing would get done.
I swear on my mother's grave,
I didn't know hollander
was running a rent scam,
and I didn't know anything
about any killings.
So, you really believed that
you were doing good there.
I know I was doing good.
You can't be that naive.
Naive? No. Arrogant.
Arrogant enough to believe that
my men would never let me down.
Yeah, well, they did.
So you're going
to help us end this,
if it's the last thing you do.
You're going to go pick up
hollander and bring him back here.
We'll grab the other turd.
[Telephone rings]
Officer Tressler,
FBI.
You're under arrest.
You can't just arrest an officer of
the law 'cause you feel like it.
Come on. Let's go.
Let's go.
Now you know how my daughter felt.
Oh, there he is.
[grunts]
I'm glad you could come.
What's the matter?
Did I strike a nerve?
What, don't you like being
yanked out of your life
to be here with me?
You got nothing on me.
This is bull.
How's your daughter doin'?
Oh, she's doing fine.
Grades have dropped a bit.
Now, the boys have
already started talking.
We've just got a couple of
quick questions for you.
[Buzzer]
[Door shuts]
You have no right to keep us here.
Get me a lawyer.
People who show
genuine guilt and remorse
are more likely to confess.
You read that on which one?
Officer Tressler.
At the police station,
Lightman read that
Tressler wasn't comfortable
with what his partners
were doing to Emily.
Yeah. If a member
of a group dynamic feels
that the group has strayed
from its moral code,
that member's discomfort
manifests itself
in physical distancing
from the group,
micro-expressions
of disagreement.
And Lightman said that
this guy was showing
all of those at the precinct.
He's doing it right now.
He's on the opposite side of him.
[Beeps]
Hi.
How you doing?
You know what?
He's the worst kind
of cop, don't you think?
He's a good cop.
His voice trailed off.
He doesn't believe that.
I'm sorry.
Could you say that again?
It's mind games.
It's all mind games.
You know, you can go.
Yeah,
we don't need you anymore.
We've got him.
Seriously, off you go.
What? What,
you scared, are you?
You scared to leave
without your boyfriend here?
I think I want a lawyer.
He used the word
"think."
He's equivocating.
He wants to unburden himself.
You know, I think I know what
Captain James was doing,
or thought he was doing,
in those projects.
He was taking out trash, right?
Ooh, look at you.
That's pride, that is.
He's puffed up like a peacock.
Lawyer.
Now, that's fair enough.
Yeah, you can have a lawyer.
But I'm not asking you to say
anything to incriminate you.
No.
Not verbally, anyway.
His face has already told me
you killed Hardy.
That's a lie.
I did not!
No, no, I'm sorry.
I mean had him killed. Had him killed.
Had him killed.
That's it. Right.
Those kids...
It was an accident.
Well, now we're getting
somewhere.
Ok. Ok. We're through.
We're through here. Let's go.
Here we go.
You know, you left Hardy,
a father and a husband,
to bleed out alone.
He's gonna do you next,
you know that, don't you?
All right. Shut up.
That's enough.
Make me.
Go on. Make me.
No. I want you to...
make me.
Then you went after
my daughter.
No.
No?
Well, his Adam's apple
says yes.
You know, look at it.
It's like a cork in a storm.
And you see that look?
That's very common
on people with intent
to commit murder.
16, my daughter.
She's 16.
Some man you are.
Don't look at him.
He can't help you.
I didn't want to.
Reynolds: You didn't
want to what?
What, threaten my family?
No, but you did, though,
didn't you?
You went along with it,
didn't you?
'Cause you're scared of him.
I'm not. No.
No?
Coffee break?
Yes.
Yes. [indistinct]
[beeps]
Wait.
I only knew about the two
boys killing Jenkins.
Excuse me?
We saw Hardy lying there,
bleeding out.
But Jenkins was already dead.
His apartment door was
wide open.
Hollander: That's enough.
We closed it,
and we moved the body later.
You killed Jenkins to shut
him up about your rent scam.
Right? That's it.
I just wanted to make
a few extra bucks,
and then, this Jenkins guy
starts causing trouble.
Shut up.
What are you doing?
You're smarter
than this. Come on.
And next thing I know, hollander
tells me that he's dead,
and we have to move the body.
Reynolds:
Oh! Lightman!
[Exhales]
You know, prison's too
good for you, mate.
But I suppose
it will have to do.
I've made a couple of calls.
I've let them know
you're coming.
I said 45 grand, by the way.
Consider it a discount
for ditching me.
Oh, yeah.
Hey. So, Captain James
will cut a deal,
but the rest of 'em are
looking at a life sentence.
Well, if I was on James' jury,
I'd be inclined to give
him a second chance.
Here.
Hmm.
Would you like
some more good news?
Yeah?
You got the loan?
7 figures.
It'll keep us afloat
for at least a year,
long enough to get us
back on our feet.
Congratulations.
Well done, Foster.
You should thank Clara for getting
us in touch with the equity firm.
I'm just excited we're going
to be working together.
Excuse me?
Come again?
Well, as the majority
investor of that equity firm,
I can't wait to turn this place
into the cash-cow
it should be.
Sky's the limit.
I'll leave you two
to celebrate.
I'll call you tomorrow to
talk over some details.
Your place or mine?
Well, your place is mine, now.
That's the best you can do?
So, you've been hanging
around with me for,
you know, a few days now.
That makes you
an expert, does it?
I told you, I'm a quick study.
I believe in business
and pleasure.
Proud of you.
For what?
Admit it.
You were holding out for
more than just a handshake.
You're enjoying
this, aren't you?
7 figures.
You know, this is
all your fault.
You're welcome.