(Sanchez) You're being paranoid.
Am I? He hasn't looked at me the entire week.
He's acting strange around me. No. Stranger than normal.
He probably has something on his mind.
Yeah, how to sink my career with a bad performance evaluation.
Oh, come on. You're doing just fine.
- Did he say that? - No, but you're still here.
His last partner didn't make it a week.
(Telephone ringing in distance, indistinct conversations)
(Chair rattles)
Don't write that down. I stumbled.
(Stone) Listen to me, Riley. Everything's gonna be fine.
Okay? I promise.
Yes, I got the money.
(Mouths words)
Okay, just stop worrying, all right? I'll be home soon.
Ariana, can we talk about this, please?
- There's nothing to talk about. - Look, I know it's a problem.
- I don't know what I'm supposed to do. - What, that your junkie ex-girlfriend's.
- Staying at your place indefinitely? - She's gonna leave soon.
It's not my business, John.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I-I'm... I'm happy for you.
Okay.
I'll talk to you soon.
(Receiver clatters)
What's wrong?
Nothing.
Just Celeste. Your daughter? She okay?
She just got engaged.
Congratulations!
Or not. Bummer. My condolences.
(Door closes)
Folks... Sorry to thwart any plans,
but we've got a coed murdered in her dorm room.
All hands on deck.
(Siren whoops)
(Police radio chatter)
(Camera shutter clicks)
Put this one in a separate bag.
So looks like we got trauma to the side of the head.
Lacerations on her cheeks, split lip. 19, maybe 20.
Vic's name is Dawn C ofield.
She was a senior. Found an hour ago by the roommate.
Stone and Sanchez are in the hall, talking to her now.
Pretty violent thrashing.
Credit cards and money still in here.
Dried blood.
(Washington) There's a struggle.
She falls, hits her head.
- Or somebody slammed her down. (Mahajan) - No sign of forced entry.
(Camera shutter clicks) (Longford) Most students don't lock their doors.
Always got on my own daughters for that.
Jealous boyfriend? (Siren wailing in distance)
Got a cell phone.
(Beep) The last five calls were to a "Quinton."
(Camera shutter snaps) She's been dating this guy Quinton for the past six months.
Did they ever argue or fight?
- Maybe a little. - About?
Keeping secrets.
She... she didn't think he was straight about what he's into.
Do you know how we can contact Quinton or...
(Man) Lindsey? What the hell's going on? Where's dawn?
That's him... Quinton.
Pup Clemmons?
Isn't that your connect that lead us to Luther Daniels?
- Yeah. Pup. - Where's Dawn?
Hey. What's up, man? What are you doing here?
Lindsey, where's Dawn?
- Whoa. Hey. Whoa. - Dawn!
You can't go in.
- What are you doing, man? - Let go of me! Dawn!
(Mahajan) - Hey! Hey! - Dawn! No!
Dawn! Let me go!
I'm sorry.
I just...
(Man) She was our only child.
Never once gave us trouble.
- She, uh... - Thank you.
Confide about any problems at the school.
Or the boyfriend?
There was this one boy we met.
She really liked him, but...
He looked like a banger. He was a bad kid.
Anyone could see it.
But Dawn only saw the good in people.
Is there a restroom?
Yeah. Yeah, just go out the door,
hang a left, and then go right.
(Door opens)
He lived for her.
(Telephone rings)
Uhh! (Shouts indistinctly)
(Pup) What the hell?!
Stay here, ma'am. Stay here.
(Man) Get this man! (Woman) Ethan!
(Shouting indistinctly) (Man) Let him go!
Did you kill my little girl?! (Man shouts indistinctly)
(Crying)
My baby!
It's okay.
Sync by Alex1969, corr by dcdah www.addic7ed.com
These are from the victim's laptop.
A middle class student at Newhouse College.
And a street thug? That's a bit of an odd couple, no?
Not really.
In my experience, chicks dig bad boys.
My cousin had a motorcycle.
We'll know soon enough. Stone's got Pup in the room now.
What else do we know about Dawn's social life?
Her roommate mention any other potential suspects,
old boyfriends who might be jealous?
Yeah. She said that Dawn spent most of her time
either at the dance studio or online.
Yeah, we should definitely check out her social media contacts.
Excuse me.
Riley, are you looking for John?
Yeah. Ariella, right?
- Ariana. - Is he here? I got worried.
Why?
He was supposed to call and check in,
- and, you know, he didn't, so... - He's in an interview.
I'll tell him you stopped by.
I can wait.
I'm just curious. So how's a-a guy like you.
Get a girl like that?
How does that happen?
To you I'm some killer, right? Hmm?
Putting drugs on the street, taking brothers out.
She never saw me like that.
It was true love, huh?
You say it like you don't believe it.
See, that's your thing, Stone.
Hey, I know what I know.
Dawn called you five times last night.
Five times. You didn't answer once.
I had business.
Just got the M.E.'s report.
And?
Take a look for yourself.
Look, I'm trying to help you here, Pup.
Why? Why's that? What, we friends now?
You helped us take down Luther Daniels.
Yeah, now I got people on the street.
- Thinking I'm a snitch. - No offense, man. You are a snitch.
Look, I helped you out the last time,
but this ain't like that, okay? It's not like that now.
Look, I...
Man, I don't know what happened here.
No fooling, man.
I loved that girl.
(Door opens)
Hey, Stone.
(Stone whispers) Yeah?
(Lowered voice) Just got the coroner's report...
(Clicks tongue) Oh, come on.
Seriously. What... what is that supposed to do?
I'm s... am I supposed to get all nervous? (Door closes)
Am I supposed to fall for that?
What?
Dawn was raped.
I mean, fools talk, but...
You think it's just that.
What fools? Who you talking about?
Players that I could step on, and...
They wanna step on me.
You think this could've been one of them?
I hope they hugged their mothers the last time they saw 'em.
Because they have no idea,
who they're messing with.
I need to speak to Pup Clemmons.
He's a little busy right now.
I'm taking him into Federal custody.
On what grounds?
My friends in the Department of J ustice
believe he may have information crucial to
A much larger scale operation. Here's the clearance.
He is a person of interest in a homicide investigation.
Sorry.
We were interested first.
This is a list of Dawn's friends.
Well, if it was really her friends, they'd go visit her.
Instead of writing on some imaginary wall.
Now we can follow her threads here... (Beep)
and see who friended her, who communicated with her and when. (Beep)
"Friended"? Is that even a word?
We can create a timeline of who she was in contact with
on the day she died.
Would you like me to put that together for you?
Hey, Vik, call Ripley's.
We've actually discovered something useful
- about social networking. - What do you mean?
It brings people from all over the world together.
- I even know a couple that got married... - Wendy, Wendy. No, no, no...
- Because they met online. - No, no, no. See?
That is what's wrong with the Internet.
People have gotten so used to getting anything they want.
With a click of a mouse.
Choosing a mate is just another transaction.
Wendy, don't mind him. His youngest daughter just got engaged.
Aw! Congratulations!
No "aw!" They've known each other less than six months.
Folks have got to log some serious hours together
before deciding to jump the broom.
It might be too late when you figure out you don't like
The way a person snores in your ear at night.
- Or... or how he chews with his mouth open. - I'm... I'm just gonna go get that
list of names together for you.
How are you feeling?
You got mugged, right?
Oh, yeah. (Clears throat)
Much better. Thanks.
John takes good care of me.
I'm sure.
Find those guys yet?
Not much hope of that. I never really got a good look at 'em.
(Telephone rings)
Riley, what, uh, what are you doing here?
You said you're coming home, and then I don't see.
or hear from you for hours. I got scared.
I mean, those guys are still out there looking for you.
If something had happened...
I apologize. I... You know, I got really busy.
I got dragged into a case. I should've called.
I'm sorry.
Crazy Riley.
(Scoffs) Your girlfriend must think I'm a psycho.
No, no. It's fine. It's fine.
This is for your car.
(Scoffs) The guy said he'd fix it for $800.
This is too much.
Just put that away. Put it away.
(Envelope rustles) You know, I was thinking.
Maybe you should get out of town for a while.
You know, just maybe go see your sister. Get out of town?
Yeah, just... just for a while.
- Just till things blow over. - But you're the one they're after.
I'm gonna be fine. I just want to make sure.
- That you're fine, too, that you're safe. - I didn't ask for this.
It's... it's... it's best for right now.
Okay?
Pup Clemmons runs the Rich Boyz crime operation.
Now last year he gave us the tip that connected Luther Daniels.
To that homicide we were working.
I understand Daniels was killed in a confrontation with police?
Yeah. I shot him.
With Luther dead, the field was wide open.
Pup began to expand his operation.
His main competition was Alex Caldwell,
who took over Luther Daniels' crew.
No doubt each of them would like to see the other one.
out of the picture so they can take over.
We're thinking Alex killed Pup's girlfriend to send a message? (Mouths word)
Shot across the bow... Back off or else.
Well, if that's the case, then a war's about to break out.
Pup's not one to be pushed around.
Except the Feds have him in custody.
Uh, not as of two hours ago.
What are you talking about? What, you released him?
You guys cleared him as a suspect.
Did you not hear what he was saying?
He was in here. He was talking about revenge.
You can't hold a guy for something he hasn't done yet.
Besides, my intel doesn't make Pup Clemmons
nearly as rash as you seem to.
Really? Wh-where did you get that information?
From the official profile of pup.
You downloaded from behind your desk?
Somethin' like that.
Yeah, well, I've seen this guy operate up close.
If you saw Pup cut off one of his own guy's fingers,
you might not be so quick to dismiss what he's capable of.
All right, let's go get Alex Caldwell.
Find our guy?
Looks like Pup found him first.
FBI sources indicate Pup was over on the east side
- at the time Alex Caldwell was murdered. - Did these sources have any other theories
on who might've killed him?
Amir Sakhani from Pakistan.
Moved from Karachi. Rumored to have set up shop near Toronto.
He's been funneling drugs across the border into Detroit.
I haven't heard anything about that from my contacts.
Well, that's because
your contacts are all lowlife druggies and skels,
whereas my information comes from a network.
Of high-level consultants
and state-of-the-art surveillance technology.
What does Amir have to do with a dead coed?
Maybe sending messages that he's moving in.
Dawn's death was a message to Pup.
Killing Caldwell's a message to the Daniels crew.
Or maybe the two crimes aren't related at all.
There's always that. Nothing about that girl's death
says it had to have been a gang murder. (Door opens)
Agent Harkins, the D.E.A.'s on line two.
Oh.
Excuse me. I'll be quick.
D.E.A. That's very exciting.
What else do we have?
I reached out to an old informant, Chito Suarez.
He helped with the Luther Daniels case.
Be careful. You know there's still a target on your back.
Yeah.
Riley Sullivan... Can you look her up for me?
No, her case hasn't hit the system yet.
Give me a second.
Really?
Thanks, Rick. I owe you one.
How's that evaluation going?
Almost done.
Uh, do you know another word for "immature"?
"green," maybe?
There's an online thesaurus for that.
Yeah.
No, "green" works. That's good.
Okay. We are headed out with Longford and Mahajan.
To follow up on Dawn Cofield's campus connections.
See if someone could shed some light
- on what happened last night. - Good. Let's keep working every angle.
You know,
there are plenty of antonyms for "immature."
"skilled" or "prepared,"
"battle-tested"... All of which I am.
You want to sit here playing word games,
you want to go solve a case? (Closes drawer)
When was the last time you saw Dawn?
Uh, after lunch. We talked about this debate for poli sci.
I I.M.'d her later, but she never hit me back.
"I I.M.'d" her?
I.M.'d... instant messaged.
Okay.
That boyfriend... he worried us.
You know, she just seemed lost sometimes.
Dawn was really into poli sci.
She loved Professor Samford.
I... I think she had a crush on him.
She even blogged and tweeted about him.
I'll explain later.
(Woman) Well, usually Quinton would pick her up,
but yesterday she left early, alone.
She said she had a study group to go to for poli sci.
(Longford) What do you know about Professor Samford?
Total rock star.
Girls love him. It's kind of annoying.
Wait. Why?
'Cause he eats it up, takes advantage of it.
He got in trouble a couple times for hooking up with students,
but all they ever do is slap him on the wrist.
(Sanchez sighs) (Stone) You ran Riley's name?
- I had friend in vice do it, yes. - You are unbelievable.
Well, do you know she has a court date coming up?
She got popped for heroin three weeks ago.
She told you she was clean for six months.
- How much money have you given her? - How is this any of your business?
- Because I care about you. - Really? 'Cause you were pretty clear.
When you said you didn't want to see me anymore.
I'm talking to you as a friend, John.
- This girl's running a game. - I appreciate your concern,
but this has got nothing to do with you. Leave it alone.
(Indistinct conversations)
Checking your stock quotes?
(Sighs) Really? You know what?
The last time I talked to y'all, folks started dying.
Well, there's an innocent girl dead, so just help us out.
Listen, innocent girls die, too, okay? Circle of life.
Okay, why don't you take off these glasses there, Simba?
Okay? Now I know you heard something. What is it?
Oh, I heard something, all right.
I heard the bounty on your head has doubled.
Since y'all popped Luther Daniels at that diner.
He brought that on himself, going after that girl
and her family like he did. What can I say, all right?
People are haters, all right? And they're hating on you, so... (Cell phone rings)
What about Pup?
Pup? (Ringing stops)
Pup ain't right. Everybody in the "D"
says something's wrong with that kid. I don't know.
Maybe it's got somethin' to do with everything that's goin' on.
All right? Maybe it's because Osama Bin drug dealer.
- Done come to the "D." - You talking about Amir Sakhani?
Hey.
I said too much already.
Y'all are gonna get me knocked off.
Okay, I am done. (Beeping)
(Cell phone ringing)
I am done being a rat for you.
And your little Julia j. Lo over here.
I'm hoppin' on a bus.
This the last the "D" done seen of my skinny ass for a minute. (Beeping)
Come on. Come on.
(Beep) Ohh!
(Printer whirs, beeping continues)
Look, could either of y'all lend me $20?
Yeah.
(Whispers) Thank you.
(Normal voice) Thank you. Thank you.
I'll pay you back. Promise.
(Chuckles) I mean, that is if you live long enough.
(Cell phone rings)
(Ringing stops) Maybe you wanna get that.
(Man speaking indistinctly over p.A.)
(Door bells chime)
Hey, baby. I ordered one of those omelets that you like...
Who were the guys that beat you up?
Describe 'em for me.
Pfft. They jumped me. I couldn't see. Look...
That's 'cause you've been lying.
You weren't attacked because of me.
You got busted with almost a kilo of heroin.
That's, like, $30,000 worth of smack.
That I'm just guessing was what,
fronted to you by the guys that assaulted you? Close?
Nice. You're investigating me now.
Well, I don't have much of a choice.
You never give me a straight answer about anything.
You're gonna lecture me about honesty?
You know what?
- Really? - Go back to my place,
- pack your stuff, and leave. - John.
You can keep the money, but I want you out.
W-w-w-w-w-w-wait. Come with me.
(Sniffles) What if you came with me? We could start fresh.
There's no future in Detroit.
- John! - I want you gone before I get home.
What about those guys?
How am I gonna pay them back? The cops took the heroin!
- I just gave you money! - That's not enough!
You're more messed up than I ever knew.
I always had your back!
I could've given you up, collected the money myself,
but, no, I thought what we had was more than that! (Crying)
I don't want to see you again.
I can't help you anymore.
(Engine starts)
(Sobs)
Where are we on Dawn's teacher?
Professor grab-ass? His story checks out.
No extracurricular activity with Dawn that night. (Water pouring)
Well, what about the party he said she went to?
Yeah, in Grosse Pointe,
thrown by some rich kid... Brett McCord.
Oh, maybe your assailant comes on to her at the party,
she gives him the old heisman... (Clicks tongue)
He gets frustrated, follows her home.
McCord... why do I know that name?
Black family with serious political clout.
You know Bonnie McCord? That's this kid Brett's mother.
What, the constitutionalists nut who's always going
- on hunting parties in the upper peninsula? - Yeah, right to bear arms,
and shoot unarmed bears, you know.
- Nice of you to join us. - Oh, I was just on with the M.E.s office.
(Mahajan) Autopsy's not ready yet, is it? I heard they were backed up.
Ah, you know Stan, the tech?
- Got him to rush the rape kit for me. - What you and Stan got going on?
He's a huge lions fan. I got him a Calvin Johnson Jersey.
Look at you, working the system.
What did Stan have to say?
You know the bruising caused by the rape?
Inflicted approximately
four hours before the time of death.
Hmm. Sounds like the rape might've happened at that party.
We're gonna have to search that place for evidence.
Great. Toss the house.
Of one of the most prominent families in Detroit.
This is a mess.
Yeah. We're gonna need a warrant.
(Mahajan) - Who wants... - I'll write the affidavit.
You, um,
still working on his evaluation?
I handed it in this morning.
Of course he doesn't know that.
(Chuckles)
- Mr. McCord? - Yes.
Detroit P.D. I have a warrant to search the premises.
What's this all about?
How many people were at this party?
Uh, 20, 25.
Mostly, um, friends of my fraternity
and their girlfriends.
How well did you know Dawn?
We had a poli sci class together.
Yeah, she, uh, she spoke a lot,
impressed me with what she had to say.
Is that all you were impressed with?
(Chuckles)
Uh, I-I thought she was... I thought she was cute.
And that's kinda why I invited her to the party.
Yeah, I-I didn't really get to spend much time with her, though.
Who'd she hang out with?
Well, I-I kinda lost track.
I mean, in case you haven't noticed,
it's a... it's a pretty big house. So...
Look, um,
we're gonna need a list of everybody who was at the party.
I want your badge numbers...
both of you. And I want to see that search warrant.
I already gave it to your husband.
That's all we are required to do, Mrs. mccord.
I don't care. You show it to me. A young woman's dead.
We're just trying to get to the bottom of it.
What... what is going on here?
(Lowered voice) We found some evidence... I said what's going on?
We're taking your son.
Down to the station for further questioning.
- Oh, no, no. - Mom.
Like hell you are.
You... you have no idea who you're dealing with.
(Longford) I spoke to some of the guests at your party, Brett.
A few recall you heading off with Dawn alone.
Call me crazy, but drunk college kids do not make good witnesses.
She wanted the tour. I obliged her.
That's what a good host does, right?
And naturally, the tour wound up at your bedroom.
I didn't take her to my bedroom.
Gentlemen, if you have any evidence, present it.
Otherwise I'm taking my client home.
We found this under your bed.
(Mahajan) Dawn was raped at your party.
The blouse she was wearing was missing a button.
Guess what?
It was this button.
My client already stated.
That he did not take her into his bedroom.
How or with whom she lost... a button
is not relevant to our being detained.
Well, we got the rapist's DNA from Dawn's body.
Think that'll be relevant?
If you'd like to obtain a DNA sample from Brett,
feel free to contact us
when you've obtained the proper warrant.
Now I believe we're done here.
Hey, Dawn's boyfriend...
Quinton Clemmons...
Street name "Pup", drug dealer,
wanted felon. He kills guys just for looking at his girl,
and right now he's out there,
trying to find out who did this to Dawn.
- Now I really think this has gone far... - Shh. Shh. Now you see, Brett,
we can protect you in here,
but once you leave, you're on your own.
And if Pup Clemmons finds you...
(Scoffs) You think he's gonna care about your family's money.
Or your mama's political connections.
Or whatever Roger here has to say?
How much you think Pup is
gonna care about that stuff, Brett?
(Dog barking in distance, men shouting indistinctly)
Look. Hey! Hey! You got it all wrong, man. Stone!
Drop the damn gun, Pup!
I didn't kill Alex Caldwell! I'm on the job!
I'm D.E.A.
Yeah.
All right.
No, there's no problem.
Yeah.
(Beep, cell phone snaps shut)
Harkins confirmed your story.
I tried to tell you.
Yeah, well, I don't hear so good with a gun in my face,
all right?
All these years I'm trying to put you away, and you're a Fed?
A Fed?
Awesome.
Yeah, yeah.
But I messed up, man.
I met a girl.
I tried to keep both worlds going.
And now she's gone.
Sorry about that, Pup.
I gotta ask you about Alex Caldwell.
He was dead when I got there. Amir offed him.
Why?
Alex wouldn't bow down to him. Amir put a price on his head.
Just like me?
Yeah.
But see, that's why I'm here.
I talked Amir out of that.
He wants you and me to come work for him.
Who would give him that idea?
I put the idea in his head. See...
I told him that you were a crooked cop. Okay?
I told him that it'll cost him more to kill you than to put you in his pocket.
He wants a man on the inside
- who can tell him what the cops know. - So he wants to meet me?
Us.
Doesn't get any bigger than this, Stone.
This is our chance to take him down.
You in?
So Brett admits to having
"coerced" and "forcible" sexual intercourse with Dawn.
Rape.
Well, not according to his definition, but, yeah.
Most importantly, he couldn't have killed Dawn.
Every kid at that party
testified that he was there all night,
woke up in a pool of his own vomit at 11:00 A.M.
- So Dawn takes a cab home... - Yeah, goes back to her dorm room.
All she wants to do is take a shower.
She's getting out of her clothes.
She hears a knock at the door.
Thinking it's either her roommate or Pup, she answers it.
So... who's standing on the other side?
Who would have the most to lose
if it got out that Brett McCord, scion of a powerful family,
raped a girl who was dating a drug dealer?
The mother.
Bonnie McCord,
rising political star.
According to Brett's phone records,
there were a couple of calls made to her last night.
Let's bring in Mama McCord.
(Pup)- You scared? - Why? Do I look it?
You look a little bit whiter than usual.
Okay. I just... I don't want to mess around with this guy.
Do you understand? Let's just get Amir to implicate himself
and take him down.
Yeah, quick and easy, bruh. Quick and easy.
Yeah.
All right, I'm... I'm rusty.
Okay?
It's been a while since I've done this kind of thing.
You'll be fine, man.
Just let me do all the talkin'.
(Scoffs) Yeah, you love to talk, don't you, Pup?
You know I do. You know I do.
As a matter of fact, when we're done with Amir,
I'm gonna sit you down and tell you about.
All the times I saved your ass out here on these streets.
What?
Yeah, that... that's right.
I was your guardian angel, buddy.
- Right. - Yeah, I was.
- Yeah, okay. - Hey. (Chuckles)
(Tires screech)
Ahh.
Before we go further, let's be clear on one thing, yes?
I did not kill your lady friend.
And I'm supposed to take your word for it, right?
Well, if I wanted to send you a message,
I would have cut her up and left her pieces at your doorstep.
Oh. Deepest condolences, by the way.
Detective Stone.
I heard a lot about you.
Likewise.
Look. I brought you the cop.
Okay? We gonna do business or what?
First I have to know what I'm dealing with.
I cut you in, what do I get?
You get an inside man.
I keep you one step ahead of the feds. They think I'm D.E.A.
(Laughs)
Wait. What?
How do I know you're not?
I guess you're just gonna have to take my word for it.
Oh. Or...
You can prove it to me.
Kill him.
Pup. Come on, man, what are we doing here?
Sorry, man.
So now can we do business?
I have an Israeli connection,
military-grade materials.
We bring it in through Canada.
I guess you're not talking about maple syrup.
C-4, automatic weapons, you name it. We'll own the drug trade,
outgun anyone who stands in our way.
Like Alex Caldwell?
I had to send a message.
Don't play nice, I have to hang you from the ceiling.
It's all about consolidation.
You make it sound like a corporate takeover.
A monopoly means order, order means prosperity.
We start in Detroit, then we'll go everywhere,
like R&B.
(Chuckles)
When do we start?
(Sirens wailing)
(Men shouting indistinctly)
(Grunts)
(Tires screech)
(Indistinct shouting continues, brakes squeal)
(Handcuffs clicking)
(Police radio chatter)
(Man shouts indistinctly)
Stone!
(Groans)
(Mason) You all right, detective?
A little cold. Oh, God.
The blood packs are worse than bullets on these things.
- Get him checked out. - That's gonna leave a mark.
Good work, Agent Clemmons.
Thank you, ma'am. Did we get him? We got him.
Go rot in hell. Oh, yeah?
Yeah. Two weeks in the Detroit penitentiary,
you're gonna wish you were in Abu Ghraib. Believe it. (Groans)
- This could've gone really sideways. - Yeah, it could've, but it didn't.
You should've just told us Pup was D.E.A. From the start.
And jeopardize his cover?
I gotta protect my people.
And I gotta protect mine.
(Helicopter whirring, car doors close)
(Door squeaks)
Mrs. McCord?
I have to say this is quite unexpected. (Door closes)
You're right, detective. This is a real abuse of power.
On our end or on yours?
My attorney will be able to answer any and all questions.
You might have. Unfortunately, I'm 20 minutes late for a fund-raiser,
- so if you gentlemen would excuse me... - Have a seat, Mrs. McCord.
- Did you not hear what I just said? - Last person Brett called.
The night of Dawn's murder was you...
Not once, not twice, but three times.
Brett is my son, so what's so unusual about that?
The calls happened less than an hour.
After Brett sexually assaulted the victim.
You mean allegedly.
No. It was rape. Brett all but admitted to it.
- Th-this is absurd. (Fitch) - Not according to his statement.
But what about her drug dealer boyfriend?
Are you looking into him? I mean, far be it for me to
speak ill of the dead, but if you lie down with dogs...
Dawn's drug dealer boyfriend is an undercover D.E.A. Agent.
Which leaves only you, Mrs. McCord.
Have a seat.
What are you implying?
That your son contacted you when he realized Dawn could talk...
Damaging the McCord family name,
and more importantly, your chances for a senate seat.
(Scoffs) Do you really think
I would take it upon myself to get involved?
I don't think you went to that dorm to kill Dawn.
I think you went to throw money at her.
Whatever it took to shut her up
and keep this thing from going Chappaquiddick on you.
But she didn't want your money. She tried pushing past you.
You pushed back, causing her to hit her head
on the edge of the desk on the way down.
When Dawn wouldn't wake up,
you panicked.
Now your son told you she was involved with a drug dealer,
so you trashed the room to make it look like he did it.
(Sets picture down)
Are we getting any warmer, Mrs. McCord?
I believe Mrs. McCord has answered your questions,
so thank you very much for your time, detectives.
All right, then. Best of luck in the Senate Race.
It's a real honor.
My, that is a beautiful ring you have.
Thanks. My husband designed it.
Can't help but notice that one of your stones is missing.
Well, you know, that happens.
These settings are very delicate.
Yeah, well, this is your lucky day then.
Looks like a perfect fit.
Marquise.
About a karat, I'm guessing.
I found it amongst Dawn's things.
It's odd, a college student.
With a loose diamond dumped in with cheap costume jewelry.
Do you think the D.P.D. has enough manpower.
to take on this family?
Well, you know what they say...
If the diamond fits, you can't acquit.
What, he's allergic to seafood?
No. No, it's not a problem.
I'll... I'll make pasta.
Yeah. Okay. I'll see you Friday night at 7:00.
Yeah, I love you, too, baby.
(Chuckles)
Extending an olive branch?
Pasta. I figured I'd give him the benefit of the doubt.
(Typing)
You're gonna run him, aren't you?
Logging in as we speak.
The power of the Internet. (Telephone ringing)
Yeah, well, you better not let Celeste find out.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Good night.
(Typing continues)
Good night.
This...
This is pretty decent.
Why wouldn't it be?
Because, man,
all week you've been treating me like I got the plague.
What, were you pulling my leg?
(Chuckles) You capable of that?
How's Stone?
The hospital released him.
Other than bruised ribs, he's fine.
Sanchez took him home to rest up.
Good work today.
"Leads with his heart, not his head sometimes.
Not always good."
Always room for improvement.
I'll work on it.
How are you feeling?
Alive.
Listen...
That whole thing with Riley... I sh...
I should've been straight with you.
Yeah. You should have.
I don't know. I-I don't... I don't know why I wasn't. I just...
Shh.
Just don't do it again.
Yeah.
Anyway...
- It's over now. - Good.
(Otis Redding) ♪ I've been loving you ♪
♪ too long ♪
Okay.
Are you going somewhere?
Yeah. Yeah, I was thinking of heading to the bedroom.
You wanna come?
♪ You are tired ♪
♪ and you want to be free ♪
♪ my love is growing stronger ♪
♪ as you become a habit to me ♪
♪ ooh, I've been loving you ♪
♪ too long ♪
♪ I don't want to stop now ♪
♪ oh ♪
♪ with you, my life ♪
Oh, I forgot my purse.
You want me to come up? Help you look? (Keys jangle)
You've helped enough. Go warm up the car.
♪ ...Stop now ♪
♪ I've been loving you ♪
What are you doing here?
(Voice breaking) These guys want their money, John.
I know you love me.
- I know you want to help me. - Listen to me.
I already told you...
I can't help you anymore.
♪ I've been loving you ♪
(Sniffles) You can.
(Crying) Remember?
There's a bounty on your head.
♪ I don't want to stop now ♪
(Gunshots) (Gasps)
(Grunts)
Put the gun down, Riley. Put it down now!
John. (Grunts)
(Beep) Officer down! Officer down!
Shots fired at 378 Iron!
Officer down! (Voice breaking) Come on, John.
(Crying) Come on, John, please.
You're gonna make it. Come on, John.
(Siren wailing in distance) (Gasps) They're coming.
Come on. Come on.
Stay with me, John. (Crying)
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