The Closer (2005–2012): Season 3, Episode 2 - Grave Doubts - full transcript

Stay in bed.

Been so sweet lately.

- How's the coffee?
- It's very good. Thank you.

Oh, you know, I meant to tell
you, your dad called the other day.

Really? What'd his message say?

Well, it didn't quite get
to the answering machine.

What do you mean?

I accidentally picked
up your phone.

Oh.

How many different ways do
you want me to say I am sorry?

I don't want you to be sorry.



I want you to have not picked up
the phone when my father called.

What do you expect? Our
phones look exactly alike.

And you never put the receivers
back on the correct charger.

What exactly did my father say?

All he said was,
"Is Brenda there?"

And did he seem
confused? Or angry?

Well, I don't know what
he seemed like, Brenda,

since I have never met or
spoken to your father before.

Did you do this on purpose?

Oh, yeah. That's right. That's right.
I did this all on purpose, Brenda.

This is all part of my master
plan to get your dad to hate me.

- Look. It was an accident.
- Yeah. There are no accidents.

Hello. Hello.

Hello? Yes, Sergeant.



Here she comes. No pressure.

A construction company started
digging at around 8:00 a.m. this morning.

A bulldozer uncovered a blue
tarp with a body wrapped in it.

The coroner's investigator removed
a wallet from the back pocket.

The ID says Darrell Richards.

Oh!

New shoes. New shoes.

Any idea how long
he's been dead?

The investigator said,
and I quote, "A long time."

He won't even say for sure if
we have a homicide on our hands.

Well, how are we supposed
to be watching our budget

if we keep rolling out to crime scenes
that might not even be crime scenes?

Chief Pope already
took care of that.

- He said he was gonna explain it to you.
- Well, he hasn't.

Besides, that doesn't make
this our problem anyway.

77th Division handles
body dumps, not us.

Wait. Chief.

- Hello. Chief Pope, please.
- Chief.

Chief, they found Provenza's
business card in the dead guy's pocket.

For heaven's sakes, let's go.

Thank you.

Well, Lieutenant, does
the face ring a bell?

He lost a little weight.

The tarp preserved him.
He's basically a mummy.

Looks to me like we got a
cheap funeral on our hands.

No visible signs of anything,
except a relationship with Provenza.

This is an old card, Chief. I
haven't had that number in years.

This driver's license
expires in 1995.

The body must have
been buried before that.

Those belts have been popular
with gang members for a long time.

82nd Street.

Were you an Eight-Deuce?

This is Eight-Deuce territory.

Buzz, would you start
documenting the scene, please?

Yes, ma'am.

All right, then. Where did that
paint-spattered tarp come from?

Is our victim named Darrell
Richards and was he reported missing?

And, Lieutenant, why did he have
your business card in his pocket?

You know what would
really help me remember?

If you stared at me some more.

I found a missing persons report for
a Darrell Richards, dated May 6, 1992.

- That was a busy time.
- Why?

The LA riots, they
started April 29, 1992.

And Darrell was reported missing
seven days later, towards the end.

Can you confirm his identity
from these x-rays, Dr. Crippen?

Well, officially, not until
the forensic dentist signs off.

But these look like
the same teeth to me.

Now, unofficially, I'd say
this is Darrell Richards.

99.9% sure.

Well, I can't notify the
family until we're at 100%.

Can you at least narrow
down the time of death?

Well, when'd that report
say he went missing?

1992.

Well, then I'd say 1992.

- But...
- But what?

So far you haven't told us
anything that we don't already know.

Can you give us a
cause of death or not?

It is nearly impossible
to see an entry wound,

given the shrinkage of the skin.

But I'd say that a bullet...

- What the?
- Entered the side

and continued straight
through the heart.

The heart is no longer
there, but the bullet is.

Great.

So, maybe the...

Maybe the guy was firing at
someone and got hit underneath? Or...

That high in the armpit?

In a downward angle?

Entry wounds like that
are usually at close range,

maybe like he was
struggling with someone.

So, unless this is the
strangest suicide I've ever seen,

I'd say we have
our cause of death.

So the kid I gave my
card to was murdered.

Great.

Every gun creates a
signature on the bullet it's fired,

a signature as
individual as the men

who signed the Declaration
of Independence,

which gave us the
right to bear arms.

Actually that was
the Bill of Rights,

and it didn't include the
right to murder each other.

Back in the day, before
casings became the thing,

we were gonna create a
database for ammunition...

- Brian.
- Yeah.

Did we find a gun to
match our bullet or not?

I'm sorry. Brian
is kind of a geek.

Really?

Take a look at these.

Now, all gun barrels
have grooves on the inside.

Right.

When the gun is fired, the
grooves put marks on the bullet.

Anyway, I checked all the specs
from your bullet in the catalog,

and I came up with
a Colt Diamondback.

I looked up all the
revolvers booked two weeks

before Darrell Richards
was actually reported missing.

Now it's gonna take me a couple
of days for a full comparison,

so if you can help
me narrow it down...

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Hey, Provenza, I got something
for you to put in your coffee.

It's ginkgo biloba extract.
It's good for your memory.

I am not losing my memory, okay?

This kid went missing in
1992, that's like three wives ago.

Well, will you
remember to take it?

All right, Lieutenant Flynn, please
leave Lieutenant Provenza alone

and tell me what you
found out about that tarp?

Okay, let me see.

Dawkin Industries sold and
produced over 300,000 of them in 1992.

To find the person who bought
this one is not gonna happen.

So I'm looking into the paint.

I checked into the lot
where we found the body.

It's changed hands a few times since '92.
But for the last six years it's been owned...

It's been owned by
a small developer,

who has been fighting a
neighborhood group about building on it.

Developer lives in Calabasas. Far
as I can tell, no gang connections.

Any news from Crippen's dentist?
- No, nothing yet.

Chief, if our body turns
out to be Darrell Richards,

he definitely could
have been Eight-Deuce.

It's got to be here!

Lieutenant Provenza,
what are you doing?

Remembering.

There was something in one of
these gun reports that rang a bell.

Not the gun per se, but
the person who turned it in.

Our old friend, Father Jack.

Now, he brought in a load of weapons
with some guns-for-food initiative

the city started
after the riots.

That was in June.

June, 1992.

- Who's Father Jack?
- He's an asshole.

He's a Franciscan
priest that runs a program

that gets gang members off the streets,
finds them work and gives them a chance.

Which is another way of saying

Father Jack protects gangbangers,
drug dealers and cop killers

from ever getting arrested.

Flynn, if you have evidence that
Father Jack has ever committed a crime,

why don't you
just go arrest him?

I can't because he
hides behind that collar.

- When he wears it.
- Now, come on, man!

Ladies! Ladies! Please!

I remember going to Father
Jack's place right before the riots.

I was looking into a shooting
in... Had to have been May.

All right. Here we
go. Here we go.

Someone took some
shots at a police car.

Now, I had finished. I was
leaving. Kid comes up to me.

I ask him about the shooting.
He said he didn't know anything.

But he wanted to talk
about something else.

So I gave him my card.

That was May the 4th.

Two days later, May the 6th,
Darrell Richards was reported missing.

Beginning of June, Father
Jack turns in some guns.

One of which is a
Colt .38 Diamondback.

So we can tell Brian in ballistics
that we just narrowed it down for him.

Hi, I'm looking for Father Jack.

- Hey.
- Thank you.

5-0 in the house.

- Can I help you?
- You must be Father Jack.

I'm Deputy Chief Johnson, LAPD.

I need to ask you a few questions.
Is that your office over there?

What's this about?

I'd prefer to speak in your
office, if you don't mind.

Why not ask me right here?

A body was unearthed on a
hillside in Eight-Deuce territory.

Well, that's sad. But it's
got nothing to do with me.

Considering that you
turned in the murder weapon,

I'd say it has quite a lot to do
with you. I'll be in your office.

Pardon me.

And you thought nuns were tough.

I remember when this
was a one-room operation.

I mean, it is truly
amazing what you've done.

- Thank you.
- All right, Lieutenant,

that's wonderful news.

Yes, that's great. Even with
our budget restraints. Thank you.

Good news, Father.

Thanks to modern dentistry, we
now have a positive ID on our victim.

Darrell Richards. Now, Lieutenant
Provenza here remembers

handing Darrell
his business card.

Right outside your doors. 1992.

Did you know him?

You expect me to
remember that far back?

I find that murder weapons
tend to be unforgettable.

And you did turn in the gun
that killed Darrell two weeks

after his mother filed a
missing person's report.

So, yes, I do expect
you to remember.

These kids turn their guns in to
me under the seal of confession.

What about the sacred
commandment, "Thou shall not kill"?

This is a photo that Darrell Richards'
mother gave the police in 1992.

Do you recognize any
of those other boys?

Yes.

Can you tell me who they are?

Miss Johnson, I have spent
the good part of the last 20 years

burying kids I love
killed by kids I love.

And the only time
anyone even notices

is when someone wants to
throw one of those kids in jail.

Society has forgotten us.

We don't need more
punishment down here.

We need hope and mercy.

It's not my job to forgive and
forget. A boy was murdered.

I attend to the living, Chief
Johnson. You attend to the dead.

Father. Father, don't you think that
Darrell's mother deserves to know

what happened to her son?

Fine.

Okay, here's Darrell
Richards' mother's address.

So, you go, and you
give her a little closure.

And then you let Darrell and
this community rest in peace.

Closure. Well, Father, be
careful what you pray for.

Yes?

Hello, I'm Sergeant David
Gabriel, Mrs. Richards.

We're with the LAPD.
Do you have a minute?

We assumed Darrell
was dead 15 years ago.

We mourned him 15 years ago.

I met Darrell once, Mrs. Richards,
outside of Father Jack's place.

He was a very nice kid.

He was a nice kid after
he met Father Jack.

Mrs. Richards, do you remember
the names of any of the boys

in this photo with Darrell?

Darrell and his friends

and that car of his.

He was 19.

He...

He was only 19.

I am so sorry, Mrs. Richards.

What do we know about
Mrs. Richards' other son?

Well, Kenyon Richards is an influential
community activist in Crenshaw.

- Great, another cop-hater.
- He's not like that.

He had a tough childhood,
but he turned his life around.

In fact, the last 10 years, he's
done a lot of work with the LAPD,

setting up after
school programs.

And I think I read
a couple weeks ago

that he's running for a city
council seat in Crenshaw.

He's one of the good guys.

Just like Father Jack.

- You know what you need to do, Flynn...
- Hey, hey, you two.

See if we can get Kenyon to
come on in here and talk to us.

If anyone knows anything about
Darrell, it ought to be his brother.

Lieutenant Tao, any luck
finding the murder weapon?

Our Colt was a stolen weapon, so
it was returned to its rightful owner,

a gun collector named Marquardt.

Okay. Well, go find this Mr...

Just go find him. Please.

We need that gun
brought in for evidence.

Lieutenant Flynn, you find
anything about the paint on this tarp?

It's white.

Anything useful?

No. Sorry, Chief.
Paint's a dead end.

All right, Detective Daniels,

I want a full check on Father
Jack's community center.

Who works there, who
visits and how it's funded.

Detective Sanchez,
you can give her a hand.

Which one?

Lieutenant Provenza,
may I? Thank you.

Sergeant Gabriel, now that Mrs.
Richards has given us this nice photo

and the names to go with it,

see if y'all can locate
some of those other boys.

We need someone to tell us
about Darrell's last days. Thank you!

Hi, Mama? It's me.

Yeah, Fritz told me what
happened. How's Daddy?

Okay, you know what?

I just need to talk to him
myself and get this over with.

I know, Mama, but just let me
talk to him and I'll deal with it.

Well, why doesn't
he wanna talk to me?

Read what letter?
Daddy wrote me a letter?

Brenda? Brenda Leigh...

Chief Pope wants us.

Deputy Chief Johnson, Sergeant
Gabriel, this is Kenyon Richards.

- I'm very, very sorry about your loss.
- Thank you.

And thank you for
taking time to see me.

I thought we called you.

Actually, Mr. Richards phoned
up after you went to see his mother

and asked to speak with us.

Either way, here we
all are. Have a seat.

Mr. Richards, let me
first of all assure you

that we will spare no
resources in solving this case.

I can tell.

You people are coming on
maybe even a little too strong.

I assume that you're referring to
the lack of cooperation that I received

from Father Jack.

If he seemed less than helpful, it's
only because he's trying to protect me.

From what?

I just launched an
election campaign.

I can't talk about Darrell
without bringing up my past.

Look, I've never tried
to deny who I was.

I used drugs. I dealt drugs.

I got shot in a drive-by
because I used to be in a gang.

My brother disappeared
or was murdered.

But to bring that all up front
and center during an election

means I'll be talking
about who I was,

not who I've become.

Now, if you're serious about
solving my brother's murder,

I'll help in any way I can.

Thank you.

But if this is an opportunity to
bring me down or Father Jack,

well, it would be a shame
for you all to underestimate

the bad feelings towards LAPD
in neighborhoods like mine.

Well, we're not perfect, but we
have come a long way since the riots.

Well, it certainly took you
long enough to find Darrell,

who no one here seemed to care
about before I started to run for office.

And your harassment of Father
Jack, frankly, that had better just end.

And I say that more for
your sake than for mine.

You know what I'm saying?

We hear you, sir.

And while I may not always
agree with Father Jack's methods,

I do have great respect for his
commitment to positive change.

I promise you on behalf of the department,
that we will treat the Father, your family,

every aspect of this case,
with a little more sensitivity.

Thank you.

What? What?

Where's the mail from yesterday?

Your father's
letter didn't come.

Where is the mail?

It's where it always is.

Where's that?

If you looked at your mail
daily instead of once a week,

you wouldn't have to ask me.

Thank you. Thank you.

The last time I got a
letter from my father,

I was a freshman in college
and I got a B-in history.

He said I should think about
becoming a stewardess.

Why don't you just call him?

I did call him.

He wouldn't talk to me.

My entire day was filled with
fathers who wouldn't talk to me.

Hey.

I worked with Father Jack
on the FBI's gang task force.

He and I got along.
You want me to call him?

I thought you couldn't
do me any more favors

because your friends were
making fun of you at the office.

I'm just trying to help.

Well, I'm not sure that your
using the phone right now

is the best way to do that.

- Don't touch my phone.
- I'm going back in the shower!

I feel sick.

So, Detective Daniels, what did we find
out about Father Jack and his operations?

Oh, sorry. Morning.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Good morning.

So, just because Father
Jack is not-for-profit,

doesn't mean he's
not making money.

Since he started the center in
1990, he's raised all the funds himself.

So where's the money come from?

From a bunch of little businesses
he runs. A house painting company...

I wonder if they use any tarps.

They got a small fleet of moving vans,
and there's also a little recording studio

where they make demo
tapes, staffed by gang members.

Ex-gang members.

Which brings us to his
other source of funds.

When gang members
come off the street,

Father Jack encourages them
to donate to his foundation.

It's part of proving that they're
serious about getting clean.

Oh, so Saint Jack uses dirty
money to clean up the neighborhood.

Okay. Okay. Gentleman.

Any luck locating and
identifying the boys in this photo?

Michael King. Dead.

Alvin Henderson. Dead.

Ricky Butler. Dead.

Roy Brown, 5 to 10 on a
drug trafficking conviction.

We talked to him.
And Shaun Jackson.

Dead. Sergeant.

But this guy here in the yellow,
this guy right here, Terry Miller.

Terry Miller,
we've already seen.

Do you recognize anyone
in this photograph, Terry?

Terry, you see that guy in the
back in the skull cap? Roy Brown?

We went and visited him in prison and
he told us that you were all Eight-Deuces

and that you sold drugs.

We did a lot of things I ain't too proud
of. Sell drugs? Yeah, we sold drugs.

Crack mostly.

But in 1992 Darrell
left the gang?

He changed. Father
Jack set him straight, boy.

Yeah, well, in my experience,
gangs don't take it lightly

when one of their
members decides to quit.

Well, Darrell left town
before we could discuss it.

Or that's what we
thought at the time.

When Darrell disappeared,
his family assumed he was dead.

Why did you think he left town?

Woke up one morning and two
kilos of my cocaine was gone.

Now, Darrell the only one
knew where I kept my stash.

I found him and I gave him
24 hours to get it back to me.

The next thing I know, he's
gone and my coke's gone.

So I figured Darrell wanted
to start over somewhere.

Yeah. Well, you listen to
this. When did this happen?

I don't know, man. I mean,
sometime around the end of the riots.

Hey! This meeting is over!

I won't allow you to question anyone
from my foundation without an attorney.

Hey, if you keep harassing us, I
have no problem going over your head.

Go right ahead, Father.

Bless you, Lieutenant.

Bless you, too.

All right, Sergeant Gabriel, please
check all the emergency room records

for May of 1992.

And bring me a list of everyone admitted
with a bullet wound during that time.

Thank you.

If Darrell stole that much coke,

there's no way that Terry would just
let him just drive away and disappear.

Yeah, but he didn't drive
away, did he? He was killed.

So what happened to his car?

Darrell's car? I sold it.

Was that before or after
Darrell disappeared?

After.

We needed the extra money.

Do you remember
who you sold it to?

Well, we didn't really
sell the car ourselves.

I had Kenyon take it to
Father Jack to sell it for us.

What are you two doing in here?

- You found the gun?
- Yes.

- Did you test-fire?
- No.

I do not have time
for you two right now.

I just spent the whole day
looking for an '86, blue Monte Carlo,

and another hour
dragging that priest in,

which means that holy hell
is about to break out in here,

so if y'all wouldn't mind coming back
when you actually have something.

You didn't let us finish.

The gun spent the last 10 years
in a garage with drainage issues.

It should be a crime to
neglect a revolver like this one.

The gun was rusted
out. It wouldn't fire.

So you couldn't confirm
it as the murder weapon?

We don't need the gun to work.

All we need are the
markings on the barrel.

That bullet came from this gun.

Great. That's all I need to know
right now. That's great. Thank you.

Thanks.

Hello?

It's me.

Can I call you back? I've got
an angry priest waiting for me.

Yeah. I thought you might wanna
know what came in the mail today.

Daddy's letter?

Yeah. You want me to open it?

No.

Wait. Yes. Open it.

No. Wait...

Shoot. I don't know.

You know what? No.

Don't open it. I'm gonna
open it later. Maybe much later.

Why'd you put Father
Jack in an interview room?

Because I want to interview him.

I thought we had
an understanding.

Was it really necessary to
march him past news cameras

and put him in a police
car like a common criminal?

There's already a group
outside protesting his arrest.

Well, I didn't arrest him.

Good. Then release
him immediately.

Find one of the thousands of
cameras out there and apologize to it.

- You're not gonna answer that, are you?
- Hello?

Hi, Chief.

Hold on just for
a minute, please.

I'm sorry. It'll just
take one minute.

Pardon me. Excuse me.

Sorry.

Yes, Lieutenant.

I thought you could take an
interruption for some good news.

We've managed to arrange
Darrell's car the way you wanted it,

and just got the last
of the hospital reports.

Guess who checked into County
Hospital with a bullet wound on May 5th?

Thank you, Lieutenant.

I apologize for my detective.
She can be frustrating.

She is a very good detective, though.
And most of the time her decisions are...

- Chief.
- What?

Oh, my God!

- Chief, you got a second...
- Not now.

Taylor, I...

Tell me what you
did with Darrell's car.

I thought I made it clear that
I'm not answering any questions.

You did.

Then why am I
here, Miss Johnson?

You have spent a lot of time protecting
people who have done very bad things.

Now they have a chance
to step up and protect you.

So, basically, you're
holding me hostage?

Well, I like to think of
it more as sanctuary.

Sanctuary.

Excuse me, just
one minute, please.

I've been very patient with your
confrontational approach, Miss Johnson,

but I've had about enough.

- You need to release Father Jack.
- Or what?

Or instead of
negotiating quietly in here,

I'll do it outside with the
protesters and the media.

I don't respond well to
threats, Mr. Richards.

No, no, no, it's fine.

Chief Pope, if Mr. Richards wants
to negotiate for Father Jack's release,

let's negotiate.

Right this way.

After you, sir.

I'm not trying to threaten anybody.
But Father Jack is not a killer.

And if you wanna
treat me as his lawyer,

I'll only advise him not to answer
any more of your questions.

Not a killer?

He was the last person in
possession of the murder weapon.

He surrounds himself with gangbangers
and drug dealers. And now this...

You remember Darrell's car.
The one that Father Jack sold.

Well, the DMV keeps
excellent records.

So we were able to trace
the ownership of Darrell's car

all the way back to the junkyard
and reassemble the pieces.

We're DNA testing the blood
that we found in the trunk.

And I'm confident that
it will match Darrell's,

which is why I'd really like to know
where Father Jack was 15 years ago.

In fact, I'd like to
know where you were.

- Excuse me?
- Where were you 15 years ago?

What are you talking about?

This is a search warrant.

As I've already said,
I want to be helpful.

So go ahead. Search my
office. Search my house.

I don't care about what's in your house.
I care about the bullet that's in your leg.

Kenyon Richards, you
have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be
used against you in a court of law.

You have the
right to an attorney.

If you can't afford one, the
court will provide one for you.

Have you heard and
understood these rights?

Yes. But I have no
idea what you're...

Pardon me.

Officer. Thank you.

- Lieutenant Provenza already gave...
- Don't. Don't. Don't. Don't do this.

What?

Sergeant, now is not
the time to discuss this.

Kenyon Richards devotes his
life to feeding and helping people.

Saving lives in some of the
poorest communities in this city.

- We will talk about this later, Sergeant.
- If you... If you arrest him,

you will be sending a message
to every gangster in town

that there is no point to change,
that they're beyond forgiveness,

no matter who they become,
they will always be who they were.

I am not sending a message. I'm
solving a murder. That is my job.

I thought our job was
to protect and serve.

Who are we protecting by sending
him to prison? Who are we serving?

Okay, I don't know who Kenyon
Richards was 15 years ago,

but the man he is today,

the man that he has
become, does not deserve this.

That is for a judge
and jury to decide.

Now, if you are
ready to substitute

your own personal sense of
right and wrong for the law,

which is what we are sworn to uphold,
you should turn your badge in today.

Step aside.

Now.

I said step aside, Sergeant!

There's no way I'm
letting you cut open my leg.

That's an unreasonable search.

Well, I have a judge
who says otherwise.

Because on May 5, 1992,
at 3:25 a.m., roughly 36 hours

before your mother filed that
missing persons report on your brother,

you were admitted to the
hospital with a gunshot wound.

They cleaned and they stitched the
wound, but they did not remove the bullet.

They also said that the bullet
entered your leg from an unusual angle,

suggesting that you were shot
during some sort of close struggle.

It's all in there.

That doesn't prove a thing.

This does.

This is the bullet that was
lodged in your brother's chest.

It ripped through his armpit,
went straight through his heart,

also indicating
a close struggle.

And I'm confident that
ballistics will match this bullet

with the one
that is in your leg.

All of which means
that on May 5th,

you and your brother were
both shot by the same gun.

This gun.

The one you struggled over.

This is political assassination.

I don't care about politics!

I'm much more
concerned with the facts.

Facts?

- Facts can be manipulated.
- Yes, they can.

Like when you claimed
you were shot in a drive-by.

Or when you told the Crenshaw
neighborhood council, and I quote,

"The development of parcel 5596,

"would be detrimental
to the flow of traffic"

"and displace 30 to 40
low-income houses." Unquote.

You manipulated the
facts to stop anyone

from uncovering the body of your
brother, who you shot in the heart

and wrapped in this tarp,

shoved in the trunk of his car,
and buried in an unmarked grave.

You manipulated the facts
to make everyone think

that Darrell's disappearance
changed your life.

No. That's the truth.

What happened to Darrell
took me to Father Jack.

And I changed.

I devoted myself
to caring for others.

Every day I struggled with making
a difference in my community.

The work I've done.

The work I wanna do.

I am Darrell's legacy.

I've already saved more
lives than you ever will.

And I can save more.

I can save more!

You save lives? Great.

Give me back the life of your
brother and we will call it even.

We don't live in a world
where you get to kill people

and then decide
how to make up for it.

Now,

you know about the
mercy of God, Kenyon.

But the courts can
be merciful, too.

You were a minor.

You made a mistake.

The justice system will
take that into account.

But, for mercy, the
courts require the truth.

Now, a common criminal
might lawyer up and fight this.

Start a riot to protect himself.

But that's not what you are.

If Darrell's death
really changed you,

now's the time to tell the truth
and see how people take it.

Darrell and Terry and those
guys, back when they used to deal,

I knew where they
kept their stash.

So I used to steal a
little bit of it now and then.

I thought Darrell never knew.

Anyway, the riots went
off and things were crazy.

People were settling
scores and stealing stuff.

And I took a couple of
bags of coke from Terry.

Anyway,

Darrell came home from work
and he knew I had the drugs,

so he snatched me in the backyard
and tried to take them from me.

But I was high.

He came at me and I had a gun.

He tried to grab it from me.

It went off and it
hit me in the leg.

I was so mad. I just was
so... I just was so mad, I...

I pulled the trigger.

I shot him.

Oh, God, I shot him.
I killed my brother.

He just stared at me. He
just... He just stared at me.

I'm so sorry,
Darrell. I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Do you...

- Do you really think they'll forgive me?
- I do.

And you're under arrest.

May I go speak with him?

Of course.

It's right down the hall.

- Thank you.
- Sure.

Hey, Sergeant.

I'm not really in any
hurry to get home.

There's a letter waiting for me
that I'm not sure I can face just yet.

So, I don't know, if you
wanted to talk about earlier?

Not particularly.

Oh.

So we okay?

I'm fine.

Shoot.

- You need anything, Chief?
- No.

Thanks. Sergeant Gabriel left,
so I got to book all this evidence.

I'll do that.

You know, Lieutenant, May of
1992, that was a chaotic time.

- Yeah.
- There was riots and there was looters.

Dozens of murders.

And you were investigating
a shooting with no victims.

There's not an officer on this force
that would've done anything different.

You're right.

You're right.

I've got a lot of really excellent
excuses for not following up

with a scared kid who just
wanted to turn his life around.

But Darrell
Richards is still dead.

Let me do that.

My card.

My case.

Brenda?

Brenda?

- You all right?
- Yes.

You found it.

- Did you open it?
- I can't.

You read it.

Wait.

Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait.

This is all my fault.

I've been lying to my daddy
for so long. And I blamed you.

I'm so sorry.

It's my fault. It's
just... It's all my fault.

It's not all your fault.

I mean, maybe I sort of

subconsciously answered
that phone on purpose.

But I made you do it.

Can you forgive me?

I forgive you Brenda.

And so does your father.

English -SDH