05x22 - The Good

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The following story is fictional and does not depict any actual person or event.

In New York City's w*r on crime, the worst criminal offenders are pursued by the detectives of the Major Case Squad.

These are their stories.

The experts tell us that marriages like Dan's and Lily's are an endangered species.

I hope not.

Because since I met Dan and Lily eight years ago, they have become a true source of inspiration to me.

So Dan, Lily, I wanna give you something that I hope will inspire you for the next 25 years.

Thank you, Wallace.

It's beautiful.

You're an incredible talent.

Uh, on behalf of Lily and Rebecca and Kevin, thank you all for joining us today.

I can't tell you what it's been like to be married to Lily these past 25 years.

I love you so much, sweetheart.

And our wonderful children Rebecca, we're so proud of you.

Kevin KK.

Your mommy and I love you very much, son.

We'll pick you up just before 7.

Kevin, be careful with that.

It's an heirloom.

So when does he head back to the city?

Um, Kevin's taking a break from his studies.

Oh, of course.

You can afford to.

Kev, we can always use an extra pair of hands in the framing department.

Yeah.

Sure.

Take care.

I left your dinner in the fridge.

I might go over to this guy I know from saint Francis.

He's showing videos he took in Iraq.

Can I take mom's car?

Just be back by 10.

I want us to have a talk, okay?

Will you be here when we get home?

I'm going back to the city as soon as my laundry's done.

That's Wallace.

Bye, honey.

/ Bye.

- Love you.

- Love you too.

So tonight's the night of the big talk with dad.

I wish I could be here.

What are you doing in dad's desk?

- Looking for the car keys.

- They're in the kitchen.

Maybe instead of watching w*r p*rn, you should stay home and think about what you're gonna say to dad.

I'm just saying, if you could put in a good word - your dad's a big sh*t.

- Sure.

Those videos are nasty.

The sandbox is a nasty place.

Damn.

You okay?

Yeah, feels like there's a Kn*fe in my ankle.

Which is weird 'cause I don't have an ankle anymore.

It's oxy.

It's the only thing that helps.

Law & Order CI Logan, Barek, now! What's up?

/ Double homicide in Nassau county.

Husband and wife.

Kid's missing.

He's got a place uptown.

Nassau asked us to take a look.

And you're coming with us?

I got two weeks left on this job.

I'm gonna have some fun.

Don't move, son.

- What's your name?

- Jay.

It's not him.

If you're looking for Kevin, I kicked him out two weeks ago for not paying his rent.

It's all clear.

When's the last time you heard from Kevin?

He called me this morning.

He was trying to sell me some tools for a BMW.

He needed money.

He's got a drug problem.

He, he's even got these dope dealers after him.

He owes them money.

Well, you know where he could be?

Does he have a girlfriend?

I don't know any of his druggie friends.

I, you know, when he first moved in here, he seemed like a nice guy.

I, I don't know.

Check with Nassau.

See if you can help them pick up the kid's scent.

Tell them we use self-closing overlays with the brass rubbed finish.

Listen, I gotta call you back.

- Logan and Barek?

- Yeah.

Carson Laird.

Sorry to interrupt your renovation plans.

So you, uh, you miss the kid?

I wouldn't say missed.

He left home two weeks ago.

You got a real mess here.

Yeah, Dan and Lily Colemar.

They just celebrated their 25th yesterday.

Dan had a big insurance office in Roslyn.

We heard Kevin had just moved back in.

Are there any other kids in the house?

No, his older sister Rebecca, she lives in the city.

She just got here.

Paramedics have her.

She's not in very good shape.

Louisville Slugger.

Look out.

Dent in it.

Yeah, one of his swings he missed and he hit this, uh, this metal post.

That had to hurt.

I hope the little creep broke his arm.

So you're pretty sure it's the kid, huh?

There's no break-in.

Those bloody shoe prints are a similar size to the shoes in the kid's room.

We got this vomit over here.

That'll turn out to be his.

And the mom's SUV is missing.

Sister said Kevin borrowed it last night.

So yeah, yeah.

I'm pretty sure.

Kevin drove off in an SUV, but he tried to sell tools from a BMW.

So, he switched cars?

We should get detective Laird to check for stolen beemers.

Let's get Central to do it.

That country cop looks like he's got his hands full.

He stopped taking classes.

And he stopped talking to mom and dad.

Couple of weeks ago, he called and he was crying.

He was broke and he asked if he could come home.

My dad believes everyone deserves a second chance.

How did it go when your brother came back home?

Was he behaving himself?

I was with them yesterday.

Everything was cool.

Kevin borrowed your mom's car.

You know where he was going?

To watch videos some high school friend took in Iraq.

Home of Marcus Randolph Long Island, New York Tuesday, April 11 Kevin was here until, I don't know, like 10:30.

Said he was gonna go home.

Why?

Is he okay?

Uh, well he didn't come home so we're concerned about him.

Maybe he shacked up with some girl in the city.

What do you think, Marcus?

He has this girl Ilene in the Bronx.

He was gonna set me up with one of her friends.

- But it didn't work out.

- Why not?

Started driving over there, I wasn't feeling good.

So he brought me home.

Excuse me.

Detective Barek.

What'd you and Kevin talk about last night?

Iraq maybe?

I told him I was gonna be looking for work.

His dad knows a lot of people.

Kevin talk to you about his dad?

No.

So what happened with you and this girl last night?

- Why'd you bail out?

- Kevin kept getting lost.

Tried using the GPS in his parents' car, but Must drive you crazy.

What kind of painkillers you on?

Oxycodone.

Oxy.

Kevin know you had those?

Hey, listen, Marcus, you went to Iraq and served your country.

He went to college and got high.

He doesn't deserve your protection.

I let him have a couple.

He got really messed up.

Told him to go home and sleep it off.

Excuse me.

Mike?

One second.

There's a report of a BMW.

Carjacked just off the LIE in Queens last night at 3 A.

M.

Perp was male, white, late teens/early 20s, The owner was about to get in when the perp pushed him down, took the car.

Thing is, he had a cut on his forehead, his pants were muddy, and he was limping.

Like someone who walked away from a car accident.

I bet his mom's SUV's in a ditch somewhere off the LIE.

There's blood where his hands were holding the steering wheel.

Probably his parents'.

Kevin's buddy said he used the GPS to try to find his girlfriend's place.

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Hello, Ilene.

Police! Don't move! Don't move! You got nothing to say, Kevin?

Or maybe you already said it to your parents.

Let's go.

Up.

Carver wants the kid arraigned here first for the carjack.

Detective Laird can take him back to Nassau county after we're done with him.

Well, we got dibs on you.

You'll be arraigned within the next 24 hours.

Until then, you'll be a guest of the Manhattan house of detention.

No, no, no, no.

You gotta let them take me back to Long island.

Please.

What are you afraid of?

Has something to do with those dope dealers that are after you?

- You know about that?

- Yeah.

How'd you get in hock to them?

They fronted me some meth to sell on campus.

And I I didn't You didn't pay them, hmm?

You really think they could reach you in prison?

They reached all the way out to Roslyn.

I mean, they k*lled my parents.

It's all my fault.

They're crazy.

You saw what they did.

You put me in prison here, they're gonna do the exact same thing to me.

They know people.

Exactly how much do you owe them?

$6,000.

Big Lennie and Ray-Ray.

Kevin picked them out of mug sh*t books.

You actually believe that crap?

The Colemars k*lled over 6,000 bucks?

By a couple of meth dealers, it's not unheard of.

Look, with all due respect, you were supposed to pinch the kid and turn him over to us.

I mean, you overstepped the minute you questioned him about the killings.

Yeah, well Kid started talking.

Right.

First thing out of his mouth.

You know, I was a city cop for 12 years.

Who are you kidding?

You know, Nassau DA issued an arrest warrant for Kevin.

I'm ready to take him.

As soon as he's arraigned on the carjacking, he's all yours.

- Well, when's that happening?

- Hard to say.

Things are backed up.

You worked here 12 years.

You know how it is.

Yeah, I know how it is.

You know, there's a spare desk.

Over in the corner.

Set yourself up.

Check them out.

Here comes one.

Okay.

Big Lennie's got the money.

Only player missing is Ray-Ray.

There he is.

His stash must be inside the building.

Hey, man.

What are you doing?

Come here.

Yo, what are you guys doing?

Doing?

Arresting you for trespassing and possession with intent.

My aunt lives in this building.

- Oh, yeah?

- And I ain't dirty.

- Go ahead, check me out.

- Oh, I will.

Two mailbox keys.

What do you got the extra one for?

You got a lot of extra mail, huh?

One without the name wouldn't be yours, would it?

That product ain't mine.

- 516 - Can I say something, detective?

When my lips stop moving you can start talking.

Who do you know out there?

Nobody.

Must have dialed wrong.

This whole thing is a confusion, man.

Yeah well, the 516 number on your phone is Kevin Colemar's parents' place in Roslyn.

- Who's this Kevin?

- My lips are still moving, Mr.

Gruber.

He owed you money.

How much?

Okay.

Six grand.

He said you threatened to k*ll him if he didn't pay.

Well, some people, you don't scare them up, they don't do the right thing.

Going out there to scare them up, was that Big Lennie's idea?

No.

/ Was this his idea?

And this?

Hey, look, no way, man.

We, we didn't do that.

Look, we just called and talked to his old man.

He said he was gonna cover Kevin's tab.

He said he was gonna meet us at Penn station Monday morning.

He was even gonna give us an extra grand to leave his kid alone.

But hey, dude never showed, right?

Mr.

Colemar's bank says he withdrew $7,000 on Friday.

Yeah.

So maybe Ray-Ray's story has some truth to it.

Nassau PD says the only cash found in the house was a couple hundred bucks in a wallet in a purse.

If dad caught junior stealing the seven grand, maybe that's what got the ball rolling Sunday night.

Except when we caught the kid, he only had a couple of bucks on him.

Not even a meth head can spend seven grand in two days.

I got word they just brought Kevin up for arraignment.

Till he makes bail, we still own him.

See what he knows about the money.

If you fail to appear, your bail can be revoked.

I will make sure he shows up.

Thank you.

Hey, Kevin.

couple things we want to run by you before you're on your way.

Your father took $7,000 out of the bank on Friday.

You know what he did with it?

No.

Kevin Colemar?

Detective Laird, Nassau county police department.

I've got a warrant for your arrest on two counts of m*rder.

- Becky?

- Don't worry, Kevin.

Mr.

Kenter's getting us a good lawyer.

Okay, let's go.

Excuse me.

Don't you hate when there's a party and you're not invited?

Maybe the captain can get us beyond the velvet ropes.

Nassau County Police Department Long Island, New York Thursday, April 13 Mr.

Kenter left my parents' place.

Dad was outside checking his watch.

He looked pissed.

I didn't want to go in.

I was afraid.

I stayed in the truck.

Well, let's make sure we got it right.

You dropped out of school.

You had a drug problem.

You owed money to a drug dealer.

Right so far?

Janice Connolly, Nassau DA's office.

Carolyn Barek, Mike Logan, major case.

How long have they been at it?

Over an hour.

He hasn't invoked yet.

You stayed clean until Sunday night.

You went to a friend's.

He had oxy.

You got high.

So now you're out in front of your parents' house parked, - too scared to face your dad, right?

- Yeah.

Scared and ashamed?

I mean, you screwed up big time.

And still your dad takes you back in because he loves you.

And what do you do?

As soon as you can, you get wasted.

It's a crummy way to pay him back, huh?

/ I know.

You're a good kid.

You just had a little slip-up.

- So how long were you in the truck?

- I don't know.

- I think I passed out.

- From the dr*gs?

The next thing you remember, you're in the house, right?

Yeah.

I guess.

What happened in the house, Kevin?

I saw my dad on the floor.

I mean, it was all bloody.

My mom was in the bed, and they were dead.

It was It was horrible.

So after blacking out from the dr*gs, you came to in the house.

You found both of your parents beaten to death and you have no idea how that happened?

Yeah.

Okay, Kevin, at this point, I have to tell you something.

I mean, I don't have to but you deserve a chance to respond.

Your mother was still alive when we found her.

She said it was you, Kevin.

- You att*cked her with a baseball bat.

- No.

Why would she lie?

She's your own mother.

No, it was the dealers.

Forget those guys, Kevin.

They got alibis.

But you, you blacked out in the truck?

- It's not much of an alibi, is it?

- It's not possible.

Kevin, I know.

It's a terrible thing to contemplate k*lling your parents.

dr*gs make people do things they wouldn't normally do.

Let's try to make some sense of this, all right?

Me and you together.

There was money in the house.

Did you know that?

I saw it in my dad's desk.

It was a lot of money.

- And you took it.

- No.

The money was missing.

You had an argument with your father about it.

You can see how that's possible, right?

/ Yeah.

Why can't I remember?

You were high, Kevin.

You lost your temper, you went to your room, you got a bat, and you k*lled your dad and your mom.

- And you pushed it out of your mind.

- I don't know.

- You calling your mother a liar?

- No.

Then it must be true.

You k*lled them, Kevin.

You were on dr*gs.

You're not responsible.

Oh, god.

Oh, god.

- I must have - You must have k*lled them.

Is that what you mean?

Oh, god.

No.

Can you see how that could have happened?

How you k*lled your parents?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Read this.

Make sure it's everything you said.

And sign it.

No offense, but you call that a confession around here?

It is now.

¿ù·¹½º ÄËÅÍ È­ û - He confessed?

- Something like that.

But Mr.

Kenter just called the lawyer.

We were just waiting for a call back.

I'll try him again.

Don't worry, Becky.

We'll sort everything out.

Dad was a partner in Mr.

Kenter's business.

He's known us since we were kids.

He knows Kevin is innocent.

Rebecca, Kevin's confession says he got into a fight with your father about the missing money, the $7,000.

What?

That, that can't be right.

Why not?

I saw Kevin looking at it in dad's desk after our parents went out.

I didn't want him to steal it, so I just took it home.

I still have it.

I left my parents a message about it.

- Did they get the message?

- They must have.

My dad always checked his messages.

We're gonna have to go with you to get the money.

Well, that disproves one element of the confession.

Money wasn't a motive in the fight.

You know, I overheard Laird talking on the phone about self-closing rubbed brass overlays.

Your old man was a carpenter, right?

Self-closing overlays?

Is that a hinge?

/ Yeah.

Ma'am, can I talk to you for a second?

Who, um who does your cabinetry work for you?

They're local.

Laird custom wood.

They supplied the cabinets for all three of Mr.

Kenter's stores.

Thank you.

Okay, well our country cop has a sideline.

That's three stores.

A couple hundred thousand dollars worth of cabinets.

A m*rder cop who's in business with the victim's partner.

Now I don't know what they call it in Nassau county, but in the city we call it a conflict of interest.

And I think I know whose interest he's protecting.

So the mother didn't finger the kid.

So Laird made it up.

Since when is lying to suspects off limits?

For starters, the kid said his dad accused him of stealing money, but that can't be right, 'cause the dad knew that the sister took it.

You're assuming he knew.

Detectives, we have no dog in this fight.

The murders took place outside our jurisdiction.

Leave it alone.

Captain, Kenter had a business relationship with the victims.

He was the last one to see them alive and Laird never bothered to question him.

Kenter's gallery it's just inside the county line.

In Queens.

That's correct.

Go rattle his cage.

What are they gonna do, fire me?

Dan and Lily spoke about the boy having a personality change.

He had mood swings, rages.

But you helped him get a lawyer, so you must think he's innocent, right?

I believe it for Dan and Lily's sake.

His sister said you were in business with their father, but I thought he was in insurance.

Dan provided the seed money for this gallery and for two others in Westchester and Suffolk county.

Stuff goes like hotcakes, huh?

Who buys it, motels?

Um, no.

Collectors.

Your work is very optimistic.

I can see why Dan believed in you.

- What was his cut of the profits?

- 50%.

And how much do these go for?

Well, these are originals from my Mattawin river series.

They're valued at $50,000 a piece.

But the lithographs, we sell them for $1,500.

You're turning your visions into works of art.

It doesn't seem fair that he was getting 50%.

I'm not in it for commerce.

So the other two stores, that was Dan's idea?

I mean, was he pushing you to expand?

/ No.

Three stores is as big as we wanted to get.

Mr.

Kenter I'm sorry.

I need to take this call.

Barek, did you check out the ink on these guys?

- Half these guys are ex-cons.

- Cheap labor.

He talks like he's an artist, but he's got his eye on the bottom line.

Kenter said he sold to collectors.

They must all work at city building departments.

Check this out.

"City of Syracuse, department of buildings.

" "Dover township planning commission.

" "Village of Toms river department of buildings and grounds"?

Home of Nick & Ronda Beal Hoboken, New Jersey Monday, April 17 The building department says you're opening two Wallace Kenter stores.

In Toms River in Union City.

Mr.

Kenter told us he's opening up 30 franchises all across the country this year alone.

Well, who's paying for your stores?

You?

Yes.

We secured a bank loan.

Mr.

Kenter's paintings speak to so many people.

There's so much light and wholesomeness.

We'll make our money back in two years.

We hope.

- Two years, absolutely.

- Okay.

Did you ever meet Mr.

Kenter's partner, Dan Colemar?

No, we're not aware that he had a partner.

Really?

When did you sign the papers for this great opportunity?

Mr.

Kenter's having us sign first thing Monday morning.

We've always wanted to own art.

Now our lives will be filled with beautiful things.

When that cop told me that mom said I did it, I got scared.

Like I couldn't trust my own mind.

Becky, I just know I didn't do this.

If he recants his confession, what are his chances?

Confession doesn't go away.

Kevin signed it.

He wasn't under duress.

It'll be an uphill battle at best.

My associates will come talk to you tomorrow.

He asked me to talk to you kids about his retainer.

He said he'll need $100,000.

Oh, my god.

Is that how much it's going to cost?

It'll cost much, much more.

But I don't want you worrying about that.

Your dad took a chance on me eight years ago, and, um, I can't help him now.

But, uh, I can do the next best thing by helping you kids.

Three stores Kenter has now take in about half a million dollars a year each.

So figure 30 times that.

Franchise owners keep 30%.

The rest goes to Kenter.

And half goes to Dan Colemar, if he was still around.

Five and a quarter million dollars a year?

Pretty good reason for Kenter to paint him out of the picture, huh?

Colemar's share should pass to his kids, no?

See what they know about it.

Wholesome painter whacks his partner.

I'm gonna miss this job.

Winchelsea Publishing House Wednesday, April 19 I never really liked Mr.

Kenter's paintings.

There was something cheesy and a little creepy about them.

But daddy used to cry at movies.

That stuff was right up his alley.

Well, he must have trusted Mr.

Kenter, too.

Oh, sure.

Dad said Mr.

Kenter had small-town values.

How'd they get along, business-wise?

You ever hear any complaints?

No.

I think dad thought he made a good investment.

Turns out he did.

Mr.

Kenter said dad's share was worth six times what he invested.

He just happened to mention that?

He offered to buy out dad's share.

To help pay for Kevin's defense.

Oh, well how much did he offer?

$300,000.

Tell us you didn't sign that paper yet.

We did.

He gave us a cashier's check.

He said it would be a shame to have to sell our big house to pay the bills.

Big house.

Huh.

That's how he put it, "our big house".

Envy.

There's a small-town value for you.

Wonder what a small-town cop has to say about it.

Of course I knew they were business partners.

But did you look into it?

- The kid confessed.

- Did you look into it?

I didn't know about the franchises.

Hey, Laird, we're trying not to think you looked the other way on purpose.

We know about your side business, Laird custom wood.

We know Mr.

Kenter's a good customer.

That's got nothing to do with it.

But you know what this is gonna look like?

The kid signed the confession.

You saw him.

We saw a skilled investigator manipulate a frightened, unstable boy into signing a collection of cherry-picked statements without the benefit of counsel.

Hey, man, you made a snap judgment at the crime scene.

Everything pointed to that kid.

But believe me, I know how wrong a snap judgment can be.

We're giving you a chance to revisit this decision before the DA indicts Kevin for m*rder.

Well, the morning after the murders, Kenter called to give me an earful about that kid.

You know, all the grief he gave to his parents.

Every day he called.

You know, working me.

Just never crossed my mind that he I'm sorry, you haven't presented me with any reason not to indict Kevin Ccolemar.

Look, Kenter looks like he had a motive.

Motive isn't evidence.

All the actual evidence points to Kevin.

Detectives, aren't you way out of your jurisdiction?

You're interfering with their case.

Didn't I tell you to leave it alone?

You could take jurisdiction, counselor.

Kenter's main store's in Queens.

For all we know, that's where he hatched the plot to k*ll the Colemars.

Hatched it with whom?

He hires a lot of ex-cons.

Some with priors that would make your hair stand on end.

Bring me a case.

All the ex-cons Kenter hires live in halfway houses.

We checked.

They were all tucked in by 10 on Sunday night.

Now here's something very interesting.

One of the parolees Kenter interviewed, Jules Bremner.

Says here he missed an interview for a construction job the morning after the murders.

Told his parole officer that he injured his shoulder that weekend and couldn't work.

Colemar's k*ller slammed a bat against a metal post.

That could throw out a shoulder.

Apartment of Jules Bremner Queens, New York Friday, April 21 I had an interview with Kenter two months ago.

I guess, uh, I did't meet his needs.

I do something wrong?

Well, you haven't had much luck with job interviews, huh?

We heard you had a little missed appointment a week ago.

Something about your shoulder.

Yeah, I threw it out bowling.

Sunday night, Jamaica lanes.

It's funny how you knew I was gonna ask.

I know the drill, officer.

Yeah, well, how about this drill?

We checked your employment records.

Last month you worked five days.

So how do you afford the rent on this place?

Not to mention the television and video games.

Okay, look, I do a few days a week for Kenter off the books.

Driving a truck.

Cleaning, whatever he needs.

Look, don't make trouble for him, okay?

He gave me a break when nobody else did.

Look, I gotta catch a bus for this job training thing.

What's with this Iraqi m*llitary service bar?

You know somebody in Iraq?

I got that at a flea market.

You know, support the troops.

Most people get a bumper sticker.

Flag's ripped.

Was there something else pinned here?

No, look, I really gotta make it to this job training.

You don't want me violating my parole, do you?

I called Kevin that Sunday afternoon.

I asked him to come over.

Why?

We're just trying to plug some holes in his story.

You said you weren't close in high school?

- He was a rich kid.

- So why ask him over?

A lot of my good buddies from high school aren't around anymore.

Weren't you hitting him up for a job that night?

His dad has a lot of connections.

Like the painter who owns all the stores.

Oh, yeah, Wallace Kenter.

How do you know about him?

Your father?

- No.

- Not your stepfather.

She means your real father, Jules Bremner.

Did he, uh, tell you to ask Kevin over for a little R & R that night?

I gotta go to PT.

All right, hold on a second.

Wait a minute.

I don't know my dad, okay?

He's been in prison.

I don't want to talk about him.

Mom, going to PT.

Sorry, Mrs.

Randolph.

Talking about his father always upsets him.

He was just a kid when Jules went away.

I keep hoping we've heard the last of that man.

- He called him?

- As soon as he got out.

He had this wild idea that Jules was some kind of Robin Hood.

For a while, he was spending almost every day with him.

- And not lately?

- Jules keeps calling, but Marcus wants me to say he isn't here.

I don't remember seeing that purple heart the last time we were here.

Marcus thought he lost it.

Thank god last week it turned up in one of his bags.

Don't worry about those cops, okay?

Now you and me we know what we know.

And that's where it's gotta stay between us.

Look at me.

Everything I've done since I got out is because I wanted to be a good father to you, to provide for you.

I've already got somebody who does that.

Stepfather is not the same.

I sweated with you every minute you were over there in Iraq.

I bled with you.

You understand?

I'm not some rich kid, Marcus.

I'm your dad.

The way it looks, Kenter hired Jules Bremner to k*ll the Colemars.

And Jules used his son to get Kevin out of the house during the killings.

- Used his son?

- Yeah.

You're not sure the son knew what was going on?

Well, he might have figured it out by now.

If this case rests on Marcus Randolph, I'm not holding out much hope.

Me, either.

I mean, we'd have to turn him against a father he's idealized for the last ten years.

Well, maybe I've seen too many Wallace Kenter paintings, but I'm actually feeling optimistic.

I'm guessing that that purple heart didn't just show up.

Or even get lost in the first place.

Have a seat.

Let me explain about this material witness warrant.

You think I know something.

That's right.

You know something.

And you're gonna tell me what it is.

Are you gonna b*at it out of me?

No.

You're gonna tell me because you want to.

Let me show you something.

I know you've probably seen worse over there.

What kind of person would do that, I wonder?

What do you think?

You must have an opinion, Marcus.

Me, I think it must be like some kind of an animal or something.

Maybe he had his reasons.

What could they be?

Back in Iraq, we put some serious hurt on people, - but it was for a greater good.

- Good intentions.

That's what this guy had?

Good intentions?

I don't know.

Sounds to me like you spend a lot of time making excuses for people.

Probably had to with a dad like yours.

I know I had to with my old man.

Since your father's been out of prison, you two have been making up for lost time.

Your mom says you spend practically every day together.

I mean, what do you guys do together, play video games?

We saw the whole setup.

No.

Lately I've been busy with my PT.

Right, she mentioned you've been dodging his calls.

Something happen?

Nothing.

I just got busy.

You didn't get busy.

Something happened.

What?

You tore the purple heart you gave him off the flag in his kitchen.

Why'd you do that?

You took it back, why?

- It was nothing.

- No, it's not nothing.

It's means something to you, that medal.

Honor.

Sacrifice.

The greater good.

Isn't that why you gave it to him?

To show respect?

To inspire him to stay on the straight and narrow?

I guess.

But something happened.

He lost your respect.

What did he do?

Did he do that?

After he used you to get Kevin out of the house?

It wasn't my dad.

It's that rich kid.

He's a punk.

He's used to getting whatever he wants.

Oh, come on.

Listen.

I grew up poor.

I don't like rich people either.

- But it's not about them.

- Why not?

Why should I care about some rich punk?

My father went to prison 'cause he didn't have any money.

It's not about your father.

And it's not about Kevin.

It's about you.

You being your own man.

That's why you joined the service.

You know how I know that?

It's why I became a cop.

We did it to show that we're nothing like our dads.

I can't send him back to prison.

You think by not telling the truth that you can change him?

He won't change.

You can't keep him out of jail.

- But lying will change you.

- But my dad You didn't make all those sacrifices in Iraq to come back here and lie for a k*ller.

A greater good, Marcus.

That's what you and I swore to do.

To serve the greater good.

You know what that is.

Did he tell you what he did?

Yeah.

Because you asked him?

I called him that night.

After Kevin dropped me off.

He wasn't home.

So I went over Monday morning.

And his shoulder was all messed up.

I asked him where he was the night before.

But he couldn't tell me.

You started to put it together.

I asked him if it had anything to do with why he made me invite Kevin over.

And I kept at him until he told me.

And what did he tell you?

He said he got hurt doing a job for Mr.

Kenter.

And the job paid so well that he could help me out with college.

And what was the job?

The greater good, Marcus.

You're almost there.

He said that Kenter gave him the keys to Kevin's parents' house.

And he and another guy went in there and k*lled them.

And he said he did it so he could be a good father to me.

Can you believe that?

Step into him.

Nassau County Superior Count Long Island, New York Thursday, April 27 This court hereby grants the people's motion to dismiss the m*rder charges against the defendant.

And furthermore orders that all records persuant to this matter be expunged.

Mr.

Colemar, you're free to go.

Case D-225.

People vs.

Wallace Kenter and Jules Bremner.

Two counts second degree m*rder.

One count conspiracy.

Kevin agreed to one year of court-ordered rehab and two years of probation for auto theft.

There was a bottle of single malt in my bottom drawer never been opened.

I sent it to your office.

I'll savor it with the memories, my friend.

You two behave.

Hey, captain.

Thanks.

Logan, I'm assigning you that desk.

Grab it before the new guy puts somebody else there.