02x14 - Wild Card

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Once upon a time,
there were four vestal virgins

and the Evil King had gotten
wind of their plot

and moved them
around to different floors

and then shuffled his men
all around.

And all seemed doomed

until the Knight of Hearts
did the unthinkable.

d*ed of boredom?

Come on, man. We've been
standing here for five minutes.

He told his men
to follow their hearts.

Uh, would you each please
take out two cards each

and put 'em in a pile right there.

The eight strangers gathered
outside the castle walls,

and they threw off their cloaks

to reveal each knight...
had found his soul mate.

Oh, please, Nige.

Come on. No, you stacked the queens
under the ace when you're shuffling a deck.

I see a doubting Thomasina
is among us.

Now that you mention it,
the deck could have been marked.

Uh-huh.

So this is how you guys
cope with it, huh?

Cope with what?

She's been dead for two weeks.

Not one of you's set foot in her office.

So what do you do?

Card tricks.

I mean, just, it's ironic
considering your professions.

I guess there's dead people
and then there's uh, dead people.

Number one is I don't know what
you're doing with that bag around here.
Jamaica Pond

Number two, make sure
nothing leaves this crime scene,

and number three, just do
what you gotta do, alright?

That's because Narcotics has got
its head up ?? since day one.

- Hey, chill out, man.
- Now, look.

Me and chill out parted company
twenty minutes ago.

Where are the trucks, damn it!

We gotta get him outa there.

Gotta wait for the M.E., partner.

M.E. just arrived.

Cavanaugh, Medical Examiner's Office.

Hey, Jack Hannah.

D.E.A.?

No, Boston P.D.

Violent g*ng Division.

That guy over there, D.E.A.,
Mayor's Office, District Attorney's Office.

Lot of heavy weight
for such thin ice.

And this...
is my partner, Eric Brazil.

You through introducin' her around?

She meet your mother yet?

She's all yours.

Good, 'cause we got one more
introduction right over here.

Sorry about that.

No, don't apologize for
something you didn't do.

Victim's name is Cameron O'Day.

Star witness for the prosecution
against Boston's biggest heroin dealer.

Struther Matthews?

That's right.

Witness for the prosecution.

Guess that's a pretty
dangerous job these days.

Especially for a fourteen-year-old kid.

Alright, nix on all that.
She just drove in.

Buy a watch, toots.

We've been waitin' on your ass
for twenty minutes.

That his quaint way of
saying hello?

It's my quaint way of asking why
you haven't autopsied Cameron O'Day.

Your informant was moonlighting
as an ice rink for the last three weeks.

It takes time to thaw him out
properly without losing evidence.

Uh, I was in there about five minutes ago
and some sort of timer thingy went off.

Sounds like the turkey's done.

Time to get it out of the oven.

Sorry about that.

Oh, stop apologizing for him.

He's been chasing Struther Matthews
for three years.

Matthews turns Boston
into a w*r zone and somehow...

his hands remain miraculously
devoid of dirt.

Well, maybe not this time.

Elaine's office.

What about it?

It's just that
it's been two weeks.

It still hasn't been cleared out.

I... I just think that
somebody should...

Fine, do what needs to be done.

Fine.

Garret, I just have to say, I...

I think you're being
very standoffish about this.

She was your colleague, your friend.

She was a colleague, yes.
A friend, no.

So I found...

Oh, sorry.

Gotta learn to knock.
I'm sorry.

What is it, Peter?

You know, that case that you handed me,
the stinky dead homeless guy?

It's the fifth one
he gave me this week.

By the way, thanks.

You're low man on the totem pole.

If you're here to
gripe about that, forget...

No-no-no.

I just want to know if you need to be
informed before I call the police.

What for?

Think I may have a pattern k*ller
on my hands.

Show me.

Uh, Doctor Macy?

Lily, I know you're looking for
a reaction from me about Elaine's death.

The truth is, I don't have one.

I didn't know a damn thing about the woman
and it's too late to find out now.

Alright?

Our boy here on the steam table
was stabbed six times.
Trace Evidence: Cameraon O'Day

Three to the upper chest,
two to the abdomen, one to the heart.

There's two years of work
you got laying here.

Cold and dead.

What'd you do, recruit him
when he was twelve?

See that tat here?

He got it two days after he was
jumped into his g*ng at age eleven.

This mark here,
he got when he made his first score.

He's got track marks
on his right arm.

There's even older ones here
on his left.

This kid stopped being a kid
sometime in the cradle.

He was a veteran
by the time I got to him.

Oh, so he was a veteran.

That's alright by you?

Recruiting fourteen-year-old veterans
to help you do your job.

Right as rain.

That what you think?

He's my partner.
He gets paid to think what I think.

Oh, what's this?

Ah, he was just a kid.

When you finish lamenting about
the state of today's youth,

I need a cause of death.

I told you, he was stabbed.

I want to see my son.

I want to see my son now.

Mrs. O'Day, come this way, please.

No!

Why are you keeping me from him?

I want to see my son and...

- Mrs. O'Day.
- Hey, you!

You told me
Cameron was gonna be okay.

Mrs. O'Day,
I'm real sorry about Cameron...

Anything you need...

What I need is my son!

Hannah, could you...

That was his mother?

So he had a mother.
Who didn't?

Oh, apparently, you.

Boy, you really didn't give a rat's ass
about this kid, did you?

My job description doesn't
read love thy neighbor.

I catch bad guys.
That's it.

Well, the back door's that way, hero.

You're a bitch.

Yeah, so are you.

Meet "The Most Righteous Prophet
Ezekiel of the Word."
Autopsy "Ezekiel"

That's according to
his homeless shelter ID.

He was found dead this morning
by the wharf.

Cracked rib cage.

And the prophet's got a strange
blue substance around the neck wound.

You see that right there?
It's ink.

So he was stabbed with a pen.
Why am I here?

What if I told you it was the third time
I've seen this wound in a week?

They all have similar
neck and chest wounds?

Well, no, but two or three of them
had the similar chest trauma.

Is it three or two?

Uh, well, I'm uh...

I just figured, you know, I'm onto something,
so I wanted to let you know...

Look, I appreciate you're starting to
take an interest in your job here,

but let's make sure
we've got out ducks in a row

before we start waging
conspiracy theories.

Well, I'm just following a lead.

It's a common mistake
when you start this job.

The dead can't speak for themselves,
so it's natural to want to do it for 'em.

Yeah, okay, next time just hang
a "do not disturb" sign by your door.

What did you say?

Well, if I'd known
I was gonna be interrupting

that little spat between you and Miss
Lebowski back there, I would have waited.

You know, maybe I would have got you
in a more receptive mood.

You're about to cross a line.
Don't do it.

Hey, I'm just trying to figure out
the dynamic around here,

you know, get to know
my fellow worker.

I'm not your fellow worker,
I'm your boss, so lose the attitude.

Look, I know this is the last place
you want to be.

- That's not true.
- It's also the only place that'll have you.

I was told that that information
was gonna be kept sealed.

It is.

From everybody
who doesn't need to know.

Boston P.D.

Oh, where's the fire?

Struther Matthews slipped his police
surveillance six hours ago

and hasn't been since.

So you're gonna go find him.

Despite what you think,

I do want to Cameron's k*ller,
for Cameron's sake.

Good.
You'll be needing this.

It's got knicks here, here and here.

Where'd that come from?

Well, the ice preserved
the dimensions of the s*ab wounds,

so I made a cast of the w*apon.

Also, the blade's pretty unique,
so I just traced the manufacturer.

Well, look at the brain on you.

Matthews surfaced.

He was spotted heading east
on the I- .

Well, what are you waitin' for, doll?
Let's go.

Suspect is heading north on Franklin.

Hey, north is that way.

Yeah, but he'll be
headin' west in a minute.

What, your higher power
tell you that?

I know this guy.

I know where he's goin'.

And lucky for us,
I know a shortcut.

Let's go.

Well, if it isn't ElectraWoman and DynoGirl...
/ Come on. Let's go, man...

- Come on!
- Nice to see you again, Detective.

You havin' fun yankin' my chain?

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will
be used against... / Hey.

in a court of law. / What are you
doing back there, Brazil?

You have the right to have an attorney.

- If you can not afford an attorney,
- Detective.

- one will be appointed to you.
- What's he detecting at back of my car?

You said a knick here
and here, right?

That's the same Kn*fe.

So you found somethin' back there.
Big surprise.

Gotcha.

Glad I could make it so easy for you,
Detective Brazil.

Get in.

Before I fold you in.

Well, that was easy, huh?

Found some blood at the crime scene
that didn't belong to Cameron.

Want to tell me whose it is?

I wouldn't know.

I think it's yours.

Now, I got a girl from the M.E.'s Office
who's gonna help me prove it

just as soon as we get
a blood sample from you.

You're kidding, right?

Shall I have my lawyer explain
to you the legal system?

Would you like to offer a sample,

or shall I get it from you myself?

Are you gonna go in there
or what?

I mean, he's about two seconds away
from rubber hosing that guy.

He knows what he's doin'.

We got a Kn*fe
with Cameron's blood all over it.

Too bad for Cameron.

Guess I won't be seein' him
at my trial, huh?

Well, welcome to police brutality.

You saw that.

Nothin' happened to you.

Let's go.

What was that?

You said you wanted
a blood sample, didn't you?

This routine of yours
is really gettin' ti...

What, you're gonna whip out your
dog-eared copy of the Code of Ethics

and quote to me from it?

Well, I'm sure there's a chapter
in there on b*ating up suspects.

And planting evidence.

Are you accusing me of something?

Not yet.

But just give me some time.

Alright,

despite the % chance that you're gonna
want to rip my head off pursuing this thing,

I'm pursuing it anyway.

Sorry.

I've got the sinking feeling
this is gonna be your M.O.

Well, if only to prove your first
assumptions about me wrong, yeah.

Alright, what have you got?

Tox screen on Ezekiel shows that
he d*ed of a heroin overdose,

not the s*ab wound to the throat.

Well, let me alert the media.
Junkie dies of a heroin overdose.

I had two guys test positive
for heroin just last week.

Three of mine, too.

You don't find that a little odd?

Why should I?

Pulled the files on all five of 'em.
Get a load of this.

All five of the bodies reported found dead
by a guy named Bull Williamson.

All five?

Mmm.

Yeah, so I was gonna go down
and have a little chat with the Bull.

No, you're not.

Remember, I told you about
a little thing called procedure?

We call the police.

Or we could go down to Barret Street
where he owns a tattoo parlor.

We'll see if we're even onto anything
before we bother the busy boys in blue.

Get your coat.

Barret Street

Excuse me.

You Bull Williamson?

Sorry, gentlemen, we are closed.

What are you talkin' about?
It's eleven a.m.

It's my shop, it's my hours.

Oh, yeah, vampire hours, huh?
Sleep all day, party all night.

That's cool.

Why don't you boys make it real clear
and real fast what it is you want.

We'd like some answers.

You found five dead bodies
in the span of two months.

How did you do that?

I go down to the warehouse district
a couple of times a week to pick up supplies.

There's a large
homeless community down there.

It's where they live.

It's where they die.

Oh, so you were just being
a good citizen by reportin' the deaths?

Something like that.

No-no-no, forget it.

What, you're just gonna let him
go just like that?

If he k*lled half a dozen men, you want
to follow him unarmed down a back alley?

See your point.

So what's our next move?

We don't have a next move.
It's the cops' turn.

Yeah, Detective Lois Carver, please.

Lois, it's Garret.

Listen, I found something
that's a little hinky.

I need you to look into it.

Guy's name is Bull Williamson.

Hey, Pops.

How you doin'?

Got a little question for you.

You know The Most
Righteous Prophet Ezekiel?

Don't know him.

Oh, you don't know him, huh?

What's this here?

- What is this?
- Hey, hey, I'm a diabetic.

Really?

Well, then maybe you shouldn't
be sh**t' heroin.

What are you doin', Peter?

You ever seen Ezekiel hangin' out
with the guy that owns this tattoo parlor?

Yeah, maybe.

Down at the wharf.

What, where he picks up
his shipments?

No, man.

Bull's got a place down there uh,
like a warehouse.

Really?

Thank you.
Thank you very much.

Whoa! Oh, no.
I thought you were the one bluffing.

Well, that was your first mistake,

assuming Tom could outthink
a tube of toothpaste.

Hey, I'm dumb, not deaf.

All I got to say about that
is Clark Street bank heist.

Ooh!

Below the belt.

Uh, Maximillian, do you think
my convertible's gonna be safe out there?

I mean, it's not like you picked
the best neighborhood to buy a bar.

I'll keep that in mind
when I buy a new one.

Nice wheels, d*ck.

- Hey! / Hey, here's trouble...
- Hey, cupcake!

- How you doin', Fingers?
- I'm good. How you guys doin'?

Nice uh, nice surprise.

Yeah, well, Jordie, uh, you remember
my idiot ex-partner Tom,

not to be confused with
my idiot ex-partner Otis.

Man, please.

Had to burn down the school
to get you out of third grade.

Ah, Dad, you got a sec?

Excuse us.

Uh, yeah, hurry back, moneybags.

Aren't these the same guys
who turned their backs on you

when you were kicked off the force?

That was then and
this is six years later.

And they made an overture to me by...
inviting me back into the card game.

How could I resist?

Seventy-two hours straight of
no limit Texas Holdem.

I plan to take these jokers for every dime
of their pension, one hand at a time.

So how come you're losing?

Is there something
I can do for you?

Did you happen to know a cop
named Eric Brazil?

He would have been coming up
while you were still on the force.

Brazil? Brazil?

No bells are ringing.

Let's ask the guys.

Guys, Jordan needs
some help on a case.

What do you need, hon?

Do any of you guys know anything
about a Detective Eric Brazil?

I never heard of him.

I have.

Worked with him
when I did a stint in Narcotics.

Real wild card, that guy.

If he has it out for a guy,
you better not be in his way.

Reminds me of somebody
we used to know.

Mm-hm.

You gonna bet today?

Look at Mister Bluff over here.

Now, you're like an open book.
A child could read you.

My dad doesn't have to bluff you.

He doesn't have to bluff, huh?

No.

All he's gotta do is sit back
and wait for you to make a mistake.

And you will.

Ooh.

Uh, Dad, just don't lose the house.

My apartment isn't big enough
for the both of us.

See ya,

raise ya.

If you look at these three s*ab wounds,
[font color=FFFFCC]Trace: Cameron O'Day[/font]

they're perfect as wounds go.

In, out, no fuss, very clean.

Then...

Then he got angry.

These three are jagged.

Looks like he twisted the Kn*fe in,
right, up and out.

What's this?

That's what I called you in about.

Looks like a fragment of something.

Metal.

Maybe a piece of
the Kn*fe broke off?

I thought you'd want
to do the honors.

So, what Peter was saying earlier about us
not dealing with Elaine's death...

What about it?

You believe it?

What, that we'd actually seek out
your idiotic card tricks

in order to avoid any semblance of pain
that we might be feeling?

Now, why would you think that?

Well, I... I mean, I for one, am not
incapable of dealing with my feelings.

I just choose to...
deal with it in my own way.

Wait a minute,
this isn't from the Kn*fe.

It's from a g*n.

b*llet fragment.

So your boy was sh*t,
not stabbed?

No,

both.

Someone sh*t this kid and then
methodically dug out each b*llet

with a hunting Kn*fe.

And then stabbed him a couple of times
for good measure?

Wow, that's gotta hurt, doesn't it?
Boston Warehouse District

This the right place?

Well, if we're to believe
the word of a junkie, yeah.

What the hell is this place?

- Make it stop!
- No.

- Oh, make it stop!
- Look, we're almost done.

Here we go. Alright, alright.

Good, good, good, good.

Good.

If you're gonna stand there, why don't you
put on a pair of gloves and give me a hand?

What the hell
are you doing, Williamson?

This girl belongs in a hospital.

Good.

This is a hospital.

All sh**t cease f*ring.
Boston P.D. f*ring Range

Put your weapons down
and retrieve targets

Come here often?

It relieves stress.

Yeah, like yoga.
But with b*ll*ts.

Is there a point to this visit?

I got some bad news
about the m*rder w*apon.

It's not the Kn*fe.

We're looking for a g*n.

Don't want to hear it, baby.

We got Matthews with a Kn*fe, the one
you told us was the m*rder w*apon.

You mean the one that
you planted.

This is as close... to Matthews
as we've gotten in years.

This scum has put more people...

in the hospital,
in the morgue and in prison

than any man walking
the streets of this city.

So you know what that means?

That I don't give a flying crap

if little Cameron was sh*t, stabbed or
k*lled by a troop of rogue Girl Scouts.

Struther Matthews is
going down for it.

Excuse me.

All sh**t, you may resume fire.
Jordan.

Hey, Nige.
What you got?

I've broken down the metal components
in the b*llet fragment.

It's nine millimeter.

Great, and?

Well, I traced it to a particular
batch of a*mo, made by Ammotronic.

Now, because of its velocity
and stopping power,

it seems to be the favorite b*llet
of none other than..

Let me guess.

Our local police department?
Yeah, that's right, luv.

Your kid could have been
sh*t by a cop

Ah!

Alright, alright, alright.

Call the press corps.

Maximillian finally won a hand.

- Thank you, thank you.
- Oh, man.

Hey, look who's back.

What, didja get fired again?

What's up, girlie.

Well, I uh, I got my back
up against the wall.

I came to pick your brains.

Well, let's take a five minute break.

- Yeah. / Yeah.
- Yes, absolutely.

By the time Cameron was fourteen,

he'd worked his way up through
Struther Matthews's organization,

and Brazil milked that for all
it was work.

Well, Cameron was an informant
and a damn good one.

Maybe he wanted out.

Maybe he just realized he wanted to live
to graduate from grade school.

Whatever, whatever.

Brazil knows if Cameron goes, so goes
the case against Struther Matthews.

I'm not getting back in that car.

Cameron, it's gonna be alright.
Just come on.

No, I'm not getting
back in that car.

I'm telling you,
you gotta get back...

So Brazil and Cameron argue.

It gets rough.

Brazil pulls out his g*n
and, bang, sh**t him.

Or maybe Cameron
goes for Brazil's g*n

and, bang,
it goes off accidentally.

Accidentally?
Dad, Cameron was sh*t twice.

So, Brazil got jumpy.
Maybe he's got a hair trigger finger.

Accident, no accident, whatever,
whatever, Cameron's dead, y'all.

Brazil panics.

Thinks to dump the body somewhere.

But he realizes if it's found,
they can trace the b*ll*ts back to his g*n.

So he digs out each b*llet
one by one.

Maybe stabs him a couple extra times
to make it look good.

And then he tosses the body
in the lake.

Couple weeks go by.
Nobody hears from Cameron.

He's just another snitch
who skipped town.

But then the lake freezes over

and his body doesn't sink into oblivion
like Brazil had planned.

Or he didn't have a plan
in the first place.

Dad, the man had a plan.

Plan, no plan,
the man now needs a new plan.

Yeah, yeah, the kid's been found.

Brazil's whole case goes into the crapper
because of his quick temper.

So what's a k*ller to do?

Let the dead do the talkin'.

Kid can still sing like a canary,
even from the grave.

Boom.

He plants the Kn*fe on public enemy
number one, Struther Matthews.

Game over.

T'il our girl Jordan here
grabs him by the gonads.

We still got the magic, hey, guys?

Aye.

Nice fantasy.
Now, how you gonna get him?

Same way they got you.

Through his partner.

The five homeless guys you reported
all had holes in their throats.
Boston Warehouse District

Emergency tracheotomies.

It was a bad bunch of heroin out
on the street a couple of months ago.

Laced with strychnine, right?
It causes respiratory failure.

Rhesus sardonicus.

Some of 'em I could get to in time.

Others, like Zeke, well...

Well?

Well, what?

What, your ink pen trach didn't work
quite like it does in the movies,

so you just dump 'em in the streets?

Listen, kid,
I am a trained professional.

Trained as what?

Medic, United States Army.

Gulf, Bosnia, Somalia.

It's a pretty ugly world,
no matter which way you look at it.

How long you been
out here doing this?

Eight months.

Used to be a free clinic down here,
but it closed.

And these people were just
left to die in the streets.

Why would they come to this chop shop
when County General's just a mile away.

Look around you, kid.

There's not a person here who's not
running from someone or something.

Somebody has to help them.

Mister Williamson, we know
your heart's in the right place.

- Yeah, you're a sweetheart, really...
- Be quiet, Peter.

What you're doing,
it's illegal for a reason.

- I said be quiet...
- Alright.

Listen, these people
need more than you can give.

Maybe.

You see a train headed towards a cliff
at a hundred miles an hour.

Now, maybe you're the man
who grabs a hundred body bags,

readies the toe tags and
waits at the bottom of the hill,

or maybe you're the man who jumps
on the train and tries to stop it.

I know which man I am.

Which one are you?

Well, I'm the man
who's calling the cops.

- No, you're not.
- What?

This is the last of it.

Look at this picture.

She looks like the Mona Lisa.

Happy, sad, who can tell?

Mmm.

I was hoping
these things could tell me,

but none of the pieces fit.

Her autopsy report.

What?

When I look at a photograph like that one,
I can't make heads or tails of it, but this,

now this I do understand.

I can read it like a diary.

Read it to me.

Did you know that she dyed her hair,

and not from gray to black,
but from black to red?

Oh, like me.

She had a hand stamp that didn't quite
wash off for a VIP box at the Fleet Center.

Bruins fan.

Me, too.

Hockey.

She had calluses on the tips of her fingers,
but only on the left hand.

She was playing guitar.

What?

Calluses, they're there
from playing guitar.

About a month ago, she started asking
if she could leave early on Wednesday.

When I asked why, she told me
she was pursuing an artistic endeavor.

So Elaine was a hockey loving guitar player
with a great dye job, huh?

She was also a mother.

Yeah.

Yeah, that I knew.

She lost her boy
about six years ago.

I just looked it up.

Jonathan Maddox Duchamps.

The odd thing is today is his birthday,
the twenty-third.

He would have been fourteen.

We had half a dozen doctors
in the building the night she d*ed.

None of us could save her.

There was nothing we could do.

Yeah.

There was nothing we could do.

Goodnight, you two.

So he's not the nicest guy
in the whole world? So what?

You're no peach yourself, Doc.

Oh. Well, maybe not,
but I'm no m*rder*r, either.

You think he m*rder*d
Cameron O'Day?

I think we all know how uh,
good cops can go bad.

It's the oldest story in the book.

My dad was a cop.

Here we go.

Uh, working too long,
too hard on a job too difficult.

He cracked.

He started doing the wrong thing.

For all the right reasons, but it was...
it was still the wrong thing.

He just...
had to not be a cop anymore.

Okay.

What happened to him?

His partner turned him in.

Yeah, young guy just like you.

Took me a while
to realize it, but uh,

it was the best thing
that could happen for him.

So why am I gettin'
the history lesson here?

My partner's not the bad guy.

He got the bad guy.

No, he got
a fourteen-year-old boy k*lled.

Yeah, Struther Matthews
is a bad guy,

but I think we both know
he didn't k*ll Cameron.

I've been with him
for four months.

He's saved my life three times.

Well, next time you might not
be so lucky.

Next time, you might be
the one sacrificed for the cause.

He's my partner.

So you know what that makes you?

The only one who can save him.

Det. Eric Brazil's Apartment

Why so jumpy?

You said he never comes home
before one a.m.

Hey, I'm not e...
even sure we should be here.

Come on, one more week, and then
it's just like I told you, we get you out.

Your mom, too.

- Wiretap tapes.
- You could go to school.

Art school?
- What the hell's he need these for?

Yeah, why not?

You could learn how to put those kooky
dragons you draw in a videogame or somethin'.

Aw, hell with that, man.

I'm all about pen and ink and paper.

Old school, hey?

That's what I like about you, Cameron.

You're an old soul.

Hey, Brazil.

- Hey, Hannah, check this out...
Why do I get the feeling that ain't

none of this stuff
ever gonna happen.

Oh, whoa.

Same caliber as the one
that sh*t Cameron.

- Leave it.
Bonafide pessimist.

- He'd have wiped it clean.
Know that means?

If I did, you think I'd be
hanging out with chumps like you?

We got Sammy Smart Ass over here.

What the hell are you doin'?

Aw, God, that's hot.

Look, we need a b*llet to compare with
the fragment found in Cameron's body.

Ballistics will tell us

if they're both fired
from the same g*n.

You're as psycho as he is.

Least my psychosis doesn't
come with a body count.

How's it goin'?

Well,

you bring the cavalry
or do I get a head start?

I'm here to help.

Welcome aboard.

Hey.

Hey.

What do you think?

For him?

It's for you.

Can I take a look at
how he's doin'?

Let's see.

He's a handsome fellow.

Lookin' for this?

Wouldn't want either one of us

to get hurt with this thing.

How did you get in here?

You're well-versed in
breaking and entering.

Why don't you tell me?

What do you want?

You to back off.

Sorry, it's not in my nature.

But it is in your nature
to play with my partner's head,

to make him think
I offed my own snitch?

Sorry, doll.

That puts my life in danger.

So, this isn't about your partner.

Or Cameron.

It's about you.

Wrong.

It's about Struther Matthews.

I am this close to getting him.

Nothing...

nobody gets to derail that.

Get out.

Already gone, baby.

Balistics Match Confirmed

Sorry.

Are you alright?

Yeah, fine.

I got here as fast as I could.

I'm just waiting for Nigel
to finish the ballistics analysis.

Apparently, both the b*llet fragment
and the b*llet match the g*n.

Meaning Brazil sh*t Cameron.

Meaning Brazil's g*n sh*t Cameron.

It's just not enough proof.

Well, that's it then.

Brazil's too good to get caught.

No, don't worry.
He'll trip up.

They always do.

What if you trip up first?

That's not an option.

I'm on this thing until
Cameron O'Day's mother knows exactly

why her son is in a morgue
and not in art school.

And exactly who put him there.

Determination.

It's good.

Uh, where you goin'?

Make sure my partner
doesn't bother you again.

I've got a fingerprint
on your shell casing.

On the shell casing?

Mm-hm. Criminals always forget to wipe off
the b*llet when they wipe off the g*n.

Brazil's a government employee.

His fingerprints should be on file.

Got him.

Hey, eh, you figure out
my card trick yet, luv?

Oh, yeah, hours ago.

You're bluffing.

Well, you'll never know, will you?

What happened?

Well, you should know.

You're the one
that called the cops.

I did no such thing.

Who are you, sir?

Garret Macy,
Chief Medical Examiner.

Where are you taking these people?

They're going to Boston General.
He's going downtown.

M.E.'s Office, huh?

Yeah.

Thanks for the head's up.

Your officer's call put us
on this guy's trail.

Watch your head there, chief.

Doctor Cavanaugh.

Hey, it's Jack.

I'm at Brazil's.

I think you better get over here.

What is it?
What's wrong?

He's dead.

My partner's dead.

Hannah!

Where is he?

This is the g*n
that k*lled Cameron, right?

Brazil's g*n?

That means he did it.

Slow down.
Tell me what happened.

He k*lled Cameron.

I confronted him.

He knew you'd figured it out.

He said he was gonna find you
and shut you up once and for all.

So I rushed down here
to stop him.

And I found you...

dead on the floor.

What?

Yeah.

He sh*t you,
then he sh*t himself.

Hey, what are you doing?

You know that thing you said about
everybody makes mistakes but you?

That was your mistake.

It was?

'Cause I thought,
"You know, she's right.

She's smarter than me.

So's Brazil.

Sooner or later, they're gonna figure out
that I k*lled Cameron,"

and that can't happen!

That print on the shell casing,

it wasn't Brazil's, it was yours.

You were on
Struther Matthews's payroll.

Cameron found out.

Smart thinking under pressure, Doc.

So he wasn't just gonna
snitch on Matthews.

Was gonna snitch on you, too.

It's more complicated than that.

But I don't have the energy
to explain it to you.

How about explaining it
to me then?

I take it I'm supposed to end up dead, too,
somewhere in all this, huh?

You know what?

Skip the explanation.

You k*lled a child, Jack.

I might have pulled the trigger,

but you were the one
who k*lled him.

He could have been in some
art school in Kansas by now,

but you told him

"just one more day,

just one more deal."

Some Irishman.

Bringing a g*n to a fistfight.

He planted the Kn*fe.
Boston P.D.

I don't know when he did it,
but he did it.
Boston P.D.

See you around, Brazil.

District Attorney
Renee Walcott, please.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'll... I'll hold.

Hey, Doc.

How's it goin'? / You called the police after
I specifically told you to leave it alone.

- What the hell were you thinking about...
- Wait a minute. I didn't call anybody.

- What are you talking about?
- Detective Carver called me.

Said she had some free time
to look into the case,

the one that you called her about.

She already knew everything.
I was just comin' down here to...

Whatever.

Hey, what are you doin' here?

I'm trying to stop a train
from goin' over a cliff.

I'm... I'm on hold.
How about you?

Same.

But why bother?

Listen, uh,
your office is cleared out.

I miss her.

Now, how strange is that,
missing someone you barely knew?

She sure seemed to know you.

Said you were obnoxious and headstrong
and dressed inappropriately.

Hmm.

But somehow always managed to
take the high road.

Can you imagine she...

Renee, yeah, it...
it... it's Garret.

I... I need to call in a favor.

- See you back at the office.
- Yeah, okay.

Guy's name is Bull Williamson.

The high road.

Yeah, that's me.

Hey.

Hey, back.

Look, I heard the tape, and I know how
you felt about Cameron,

so if you want to talk.

Little Cameron.

He was a quiet kid, you know?

Barely spoke two words a day.

But...

you could just feel him
humming with this energy.

Things he didn't have
the vocabulary to express.

You know why?

Because he was just a kid.

Oh, and I've uh, I've been doing
some hard thinking on a matter and...

have come to the conclusion that...

you are not a bitch.

That makes one of us.

Night, Detective.

It's freezing out.

Got anything to warm up a girl?

For you, the best three day
old coffee in town.

Ah, add a sh*t of whiskey to that
and you're on.

Rough night, huh?

Yeah.

Now, Brazil really wanted to
help that kid.

But his help got a child k*lled.

So I guess we were
both right, or wrong.

Right, wrong, he's gonna have
a tough time dealing with it.

It's gonna be an old and...
an ugly scar.

He'll heal in time, but, well...

Well, here's to hoping.

Mmm, hey,
speaking of old and ugly,

how did you finally make out
with your cronies?

Oh, do you think my new convertible
will be safe out there?

It's not the best neighborhood,
you know?

Why, Max Cavanaugh.
You lowdown dirty dog.

Oh, hey.
Oh, don't put that deck away yet.

I want to show you a card trick,

okay and if you can figure out
how I do this,

then you get a free bar wench
for the weekend.

But if I can't?

Well, then baby's
got a new set of wheels.

Okay, you're on, Fingers.

Okay, so there once
was this kingdom by the sea.

- Uh-huh.
- Where an Evil King imprisoned these...

Four young maidens.

Yeah, I know that trick.

You start Saturday.

There's a variation on it, though.

He brings in a jack of all trades.