Golden Boy (2013) s01e06 Episode Script

1 You're moving your mouth and not talking.
What's on your mind? Commissioner, the city council president hates you.
Yeah, with good reason.
You've talked about the Safe Streets Initiative since before you took office.
And the councilman has all but said he'd bury it just to spite you.
He calls you a street tough with a badge.
The councilman is rich and entitled.
People like him all have the same weakness: thinking they're smarter than everyone else.
Let him underestimate me.
That's what got me where I am today.
Deb McKenzie.
Oh, hi.
Okay, yeah.
Give me a call when you're in the city.
Okay, bye.
What's the matter? That was your wife.
She wants to meet for coffee to talk about your birthday.
My birthday's not for two more months.
Yeah, I think it's a little weird.
She doesn't know about us.
There's no way.
See ya, baby.
Old photos.
Yeah, I thought she might like to see them.
And she did.
That's not why you asked to see me, is it, Mom? Just when things are going good, something else comes back to bite me.
Money-related, I assume? A loan that I took out just before rehab, so it's, like, three months past due.
No bank in the tri-state area would extend you a line of credit.
So, what, you went to a loan shark? I had 24 hours to give two grand to a knuckle-dragging coke dealer.
What was I supposed to do? Hey, I tried to pay it back, but the vig Brought it up to four grand, must be? Seven.
I-I don't have seven grand.
Those checks that I've been sending you, a year's worth, it nearly broke me, Mom.
I-I'm trying to get through all this so I can just be a mom.
Bringing her photos, listening to her boy troubles, you know.
I just got to clean up a few things first.
I'm gonna give you the benefit of the doubt 'cause I know you're not stupid.
You don't want to be getting in my face today, all right, trust me.
You drop a dime to my wife about me and McKenzie? Does that ring any bells in your thick skull? That's your kind of move, not mine.
Don't let me find out you're lying.
I said you don't want to be getting in my face today, all right? Or what? I hate to break up this little love-in, but, uh, we caught a fresh one.
You're up, kid.
Another day in Happy Valley.
I bet that pillow alone is worth seven grand.
Is this about Arroyo? No, he's the least of my problems.
Well, then what the hell is eating you? My mother owes $7,000 to a loan shark named Bratty.
Honestly, that's the last thing I expected you to say.
The DOA is Claudia Drexler.
35 years old, blunt-force trauma to the head.
With the rigor mortis, I'd say the body's been sitting there at least two days.
Any sign of forced entry? The responding uniform says the doors and the windows are still intact.
The safe up in the office has been pulled out of the wall.
It's unopened, but somebody definitely went after it.
Could have been a huge haul.
Whew, these people are loaded.
Even the kitchen towels.
Monogrammed, Egyptian cotton.
300 bucks a pop.
Though I know a guy who can get them for $150.
Who called it in? The father-in-law, Marvin Drexler.
Drexler Shipping.
Guy's worth a billion nine.
He's got counsel with him and an advisor.
That's a red flag, isn't it? Or he's just being rich.
Hey, uh, junior, hang on a second.
Listen, um maybe take a breath before you go talking to Drexler.
Rich people-- they got to be handled a certain way.
His wallet dictates how we work now? It just requires a certain finesse.
And you're wound awfully tight at the moment, am I right? Fine.
My son Nathan called and asked me to check in on Claudia.
He hadn't been able to reach her.
For how long? I wouldn't know the answer to that.
And where's Nathan now? He's on the jet, half an hour from Teterboro Airport.
It's in New Jersey, for private aircraft.
We've heard of it.
Where's he flying in from? An executive's conference upstate.
Were they having any problems that you know of? That's probably a question for him.
Can you think of anyone who would do her harm? I wouldn't know.
What about you? How did you and her get along? Well, I barely had any contact with Claudia.
And how is at relevant? Well, you did find her this morning.
Why don't you take us through that.
Sir.
So, Nathan called you.
At 6:00 a.
m.
I got here 30 minutes later.
The 911 call wasn't placed until 7:30.
Well, there were certain parties that needed to be notified.
And the police weren't at the top of that list? What my partner's trying to say is What I'm trying to say is an hour is a long time.
What were you doing here? Why the accusatory tone? We're just gathering informa-- You know what? Why don't we just start over.
You have a serious attitude problem.
I'd like all non-crime scene personnel cleared out.
Escort these three gentlemen to the door.
We'll finish questioning them at the precinct.
This is my building.
I have rights.
Interfere with our investigation, and you'll have the right to remain silent.
Do you understand me? Did I need to define the word "finesse"? Because that wasn't it.
Golden Boy 01x06 Just Say No I was on a path to self-destruction until someone believed in me and gave me a second chance.
And now through Bright Future Treatment Center, I get to do the same and give back.
Residential drug treatment center on the Lower East Side.
Claudia Drexler founded it two years ago.
Sounds like she dabbled in the past.
Took a few possession collars in her youth.
Anything pop on the canvass? Not a lot of people to talk to.
The Drexlers owned the building and they kept to themselves.
No doorman, housekeeper only came once a week; she checked out.
And the safe that was dislodged? Wiped down, no prints.
And no surveillance in the building.
We're going back to search the neighborhood.
So how do we feel about the father-in-law, Marvin Drexler? The guy's a pain in the ass.
But, uh, he's not looking good for the murder so far.
The ME places the time of death sometime Friday evening.
Mr.
Drexler was in Bar Harbor, Maine till Sunday.
Nine times out of ten, it's the spouse.
My money's on him.
He's coming in now, so we'll take a look.
All right, divvy up the chores.
Owen, Clark, take the husband; McKenzie, Arroyo, Diaco, talk to the DOA's coworkers at the treatment center.
Clark.
Yeah? You all right? Is there something on your mind? I'm good.
All right.
Oh, no, you ain't.
It's my mom's past creeping back.
Like I knew it would.
Everybody's got family.
Everybody's got a family who owes a shylock? Really? Hey.
If you came to my house on Thanksgiving, my cousin Billy would be right there to sell you a thousand toasters.
Or tube socks or golf balls or any other such thing that fell off a truck.
You think I don't know what he's into? But I can't trade him in.
He's family.
Sorry for your loss, Mr.
Drexler.
I'm not my father.
You can call me Nathan.
Hell, I can barely sit up straight.
I feel like I been punched in the stomach.
We understand you've been married for about six years.
How were things between you and your wife? Solid.
I mean, did I occasionally leave a dirty dish in the sink? Yeah.
I'm a spoiled rich kid.
This trip you were on, where'd you come in from? The IIM Conference.
It's a, um, executive think tank.
Am I right that you left on Thursday but didn't call your father to check on your wife until this morning? It wasn't out of the ordinary for us.
She was busy at the center; I was at the conference.
Other than your father and your housekeeper, anybody else have access to your townhouse? I don't like what you're insinuating.
People have the capacity for change.
What are we talking about? Just because someone has a history of drug abuse doesn't make them a criminal.
Addiction is a disease.
It would be like criminalizing someone who survived cancer.
Sorry, Mr.
Drexler.
Back up a step for us.
Nobody mentioned about the residents? Oh, well, maybe there's no reason to.
Sounds like there is.
Other people had access to the townhouse? Oh, God.
I feel like I'm casting suspicion on people who are working to pull their lives together.
This is the exact opposite of Claudia's philosophy.
She trusted people.
Let's hope it's a dead end.
In the meantime, would you mind giving us the names of all the residents who worked in your house? All she ever wanted was to help people.
We're all in shock.
Claudia was our guardian angel.
We hear she was doing good work here.
Which is why it's so hard to believe that a resident would be involved.
These people worshipped her.
What about the other one on our list, Edward Rodriguez? Edward was homeless, an inhalant addict, and Claudia got him clean.
It just doesn't make sense that he'd be involved.
He had access to the Drexler home for a month now, so we just want to talk to him.
That's Edward, in the green.
Thank you.
Mr.
Rodriguez.
You had Stop or I'll shoot you in your back! What did I do? Shut up and get down on your knees! I didn't do anything, man! Yeah? Then why'd you run? 'Cause you were chasing me.
Oh, brilliant.
I didn't kill Claudia.
From your room.
A towel from her kitchen stained with blood.
Bleached a few times, it looks like.
I sliced myself.
Cutting boxes for her last week.
I used it to stop the blood; I was gonna bring it back.
This Tiffany lapel pin-- Claudia's husband said it was hers.
Edward, your record indicates you've been living off your sticky fingers for a while now, am I right? You know, I got a lot of friends like you, stealing for bare essentials sleeping in rooms with no heat, under paper-thin blankets, and bitter as hell at folks like the Drexlers for what they take for granted every day.
Makes sense you want some for yourself, man.
Absolutely not the case here.
Did she catch you lifting this pin? Did she threaten to turn you in? Is that what happened? The key to my sobriety is reliance on a power greater than myself, you know what I mean? Yeah, I do.
Unfortunately, I've heard all that before.
Well, that power for me is Claudia.
Because I can rely on her.
She knew I was close to a relapse so she gave me that pin as a reminder that someone believed in me.
So I would never hurt her.
Because now that she's gone, I got nothin'.
So, what are you thinking? Wasn't much sign of a cleanup at the crime scene.
Blood pool wasn't touched.
I'm thinking his towel story could be legitimate.
Lab's working on it, but it was washed out pretty good.
DNA could take weeks.
And the victim's jewelry? What kind of a drug addict holds onto something valuable? What, did Rodriguez go to Princeton, we don't know about it? He's an idiot.
And, uh, deputy mayor's about to bend you over a desk, so enjoy.
I didn't mean Mr.
Drexler any disrespect this morning.
Mr.
Drexler disagrees and so does the mayor, so here I am rapping your knuckles.
To what extent? Drexler wants him off the case.
But the mayor doesn't like to stick his nose in police business unless he has to.
So one warning.
That's all you're gonna get.
Yes, sir.
Good.
Back to it.
Clark.
Look, the mayor can't stand Marvin Drexler.
He thinks his daughter cheats at dressage.
I have no idea how but His Honor's convinced, so What does that mean? So, officially, look, you're a naughty boy and all that, but unofficially, he loves that you got in Drexler's grill.
He's been following you since that shootout.
You know, beat cop to homicide detective.
He loves the stratosphere of crimes.
You, you've made an impression.
Good or bad? Mayor's box, Yankees game, tonight.
And he'll be there.
So unless you have better plans Well, I'm working a homicide.
Give me a call if things clear up.
ll send my car, all right? Take your call.
So the deputy mayor gives you a spanking, then he gives you an envelope? Yep.
Yankee tickets.
You're kiddin'.
No.
I get a nod from the mayor, and then I get a call from my mother's loan shark.
Hey, you only get one mother.
Yeah.
I got to take some lost time.
I'm coming.
What? You're a hothead.
I'm coming.
Okay, let's all be very calm here.
I had no idea Nora had a son in the department.
She said you implied that there would be violence if she didn't pay up.
She disappeared for three months.
What the hell would you have done? You threatened my mother! It's not always the most pleasant business.
All right, all right, she borrowed two grand; I will get you two grand.
Oh, now who's getting shook down? Exse me? W-W-Wait, y-your mother and me, we entered into an agreement, all right? Nobody held a gun to her head.
We're not negotiating here.
Do you understand me? Okay, let's back it up there, junior.
Have a seat, would you? So what's the vig? 15 percent.
Switch that 15% from weekly to annually, and the repayment is $2,300.
From $7,000?! No way! I mean, I have a reputation.
Then you'll be wanting to hear your second option, which is same as the first, except my partner takes out your teeth with the butt of his gun.
Good choice.
Should I run her credit cards, personal accounts? Lorraine You want to investigate your wife? Who knows what'll pop up? I mean, maybe we'll figure out why she wants to see you in private, you know? Yeah.
Should we dump her cell phone, too? Get her up on a wire? I am seeing a very interesting side to you right now.
Paranoid.
Proactive.
Explain the look.
Is this you in a foxhole? What, are you saying that I can't keep my cool? Because I have traded shots with crack-dealing lunatics.
I'm saying emotionally.
Is this the best you could do? Because I am really not impressed right now.
All day I'm sitting here with this gut-punch feeling, and you know what would be comforting? A reality check from you.
You know, maybe saying we need to cool it a little, reassess what we're doing.
But instead, all I'm getting are these wack commando tactics.
Well pardon me for not being a mind reader.
Just got this from Computer Crimes.
Claudia Drexler's e-mails over the past few months.
Interesting ones are highlighted.
From her father-in-law, Clark's old buddy, Marvin Drexler.
"You'll regret this.
" "You don't know who you're messing with.
" "We'll bury you.
" How tight's his alibi for the murder? Air-tight.
But that one that says "We'll bury you," he does have a hatchet man on the payroll.
Lyle Creasman, P.
I.
He was at Drexler's side at the crime scene.
He's done a stint for wiretapping, coercion.
He's also got e-mails to her.
Get him in.
And, Clark.
Owen runs it.
Lyle Creasman.
You dress awful nice for a private investigator who ain't afraid to get down in the mud.
What am I doing here? "I know where you are at all times "of the day.
"I will be your shadow until you act reasonably.
" Now, that's from you to Claudia Drexler.
Uh-huh.
And Marvin Drexler also e-mailed her, saying that she was being unreasonable.
How's that? She was wasting the family's money, coddling bottom-feeders.
You mean at the rehab center? Rehabilitating them.
I proposed a postnup to protect Mr.
Drexler's funds.
These e-mails were merely to inform her of his desire that she see things our way.
And she replied to you and her father-in-law, saying, quote, "You're complete scum, "whose attempts at manipulation are psychotic, "and I'd rather die than sign over the center's financial freedom.
" Had a fire in her belly, didn't she? Her husband didn't have anything to say about it? I doubt it.
He's a slug.
You got an alibi for her murder? I thought we put a muzzle on you.
Did you just dodge that question? The medical examiner has the time of death at Friday between 8:00 and 10:00 p.
m.
I was with a prostitute I frequent.
I'll give you her number.
We don't have the time of death as that specific yet.
It is.
Maybe they called me first.
Maybe I know a lot of things.
Like the background of a young pissant detective who thinks that he can bark at Mr.
Drexler.
Someone who's not fit to lick his shoe, much less wear that badge.
Hey, Creasman you trying to bring this to a fistfight? Why don't you tell us what the hell you're talking about.
Any more questions, you can talk to my lawyer.
Did, uh did he just say he was investigating me? Junior, rich people.
We must be on to something, or else why would they bother, right? Besides, what is he gonna find that's so bad? Creasman's computer was encrypted.
CCS managed to break into a file: notes and photos of Claudia's activities to the minute.
Home, church, treatment center, not exactly dirt, but the day before the murder, Creasman followed Claudia to a two-family house, but they can't really make out the neighborhood.
Time stamp indicates Claudia went in for seven minutes and departed crying.
Was someone having an affair? There's no evidence on her end.
Does the husband's alibi hold up? No luck poking holes in it.
That's Queens, between Ditmas and 39th Avenue.
I was on patrol in Queens.
Let's nail down the address and find out who lives there.
Hey.
Two seconds? I printed this from Creasman's files.
Marvin Drexler must've had him look in to you.
Did you did you read it? Until I figured out what it was.
This guy is connected.
Opening up a sealed juvie record, that takes pull.
Does-does Arroyo know? Has he seen this? He didn't see it and he won't.
Hey.
I've seen worse.
But a colleague? We all have a past.
Hey.
Good eye on Queens.
The address came back to Andrea Gunderson.
Counselor at the treatment center.
We got to go talk to her.
Wait.
What's up? Perfect timing.
The mayor's skybox, my mom's loan shark.
Now this.
Well, this is juvie stuff.
Petty larceny.
There's nothing in here that's gonna jeopardize your job.
All the foster homes, my mom's arrests And then my dad.
Well, it says here you testified at his murder trial.
Yeah.
I was his alibi.
So what is it you're so afraid of? You want to know how I really recognize that house? I cased this block to burglarize it as a teenager.
And that's it? I'm trying to get away from my past.
Now I'm having it rubbed in my face.
Well, I got some bad news for you, kid.
Getting away from your past and your mom, that ain't gonna make 'em disappear.
It's your landscape.
It's your life; accept that.
And then this file is just a piece of paper, and these dirty, trickin' pain in the asses, they got nothing on you.
They think they're smarter than us, kid.
They're not.
So let's prove it.
Andrea Gunderson? Uh, yeah.
You mind if we come in? I already told the other detectives what I knew about Claudia.
Well, we were hoping you could shed some light on your relationship with her husband, Nathan.
Um what's he doing? Oh, don't worry about him.
There's a lot of texts between you two.
Yeah, I text a lot of people.
Don't let her move.
Nathan's a friend.
I wasn't aware that was a crime.
What are you doing, idiot? Didn't want to use the side door? It's painted shut.
Yeah.
You, uh, got something for me? Oh, lot of dope here.
You're under arrest, buddy.
Coke, heroin.
Serious weight.
Obvious intent to distribute.
Yo, I was just here to score.
- I have no idea what's going on.
- Shut up.
A drug counselor who deals.
Wow.
You must've really hated Claudia, huh? Undermining her work and then fooling around with her husband.
Oh.
I never dealt to patients and fool around with Nathan? Were you having an affair? Hell, no.
I was We were You were what? We were doing business.
According to Andrea Gunderson, Nathan Drexler snorts up a grand a week in heroin.
His alibi? Some IIM conference upstate.
Only nobody can place the guy on any of the panels, and the hotel he's checked into is owned by his father.
Took a lot of beggin', but we finally got surveillance off the building down the street from the Drexlers'.
Rich people just don't want to get involved.
And there's Nathan, entering his building Friday night, 8:15 p.
m.
That's near the time of death.
But notice he enters wearing a tweed jacket and black pants combo.
Jacket looks like Brooks Brothers, maybe Paul Stuart? I used to sell suits.
20 minutes later, he exits in something completely different.
Yeah, and he's empty-handed, which means the bloody clothes are still in the townhouse.
Washed or bleached.
Or just hid.
We'll search the townhouse again.
You know, Nathan's not stupid, so I got a feeling this search is gonna be a bust.
But when we get him back in, let's let Arroyo and McKenzie take the interview.
Well, he's gonna lawyer up real quick, isn't he? I want to get a sense of just how bad a junkie this guy really is.
Okay, you lead; I'll follow.
All right.
Somebody's got a fire lit under his ass.
Wonder what his problem is.
Was that Lorraine? She asked me if I would meet her at Greeby's Diner.
Well, tell her tell her you're in the middle of a case o-or you're not feeling particularly great or something.
In the last five seconds since I hung up? What am I supposed to do the next time she wants to meet me? Well, y-you got court duty, you're undercover So I just dodge her at every turn? Yeah, if that's what it takes to protect both the people that I care about, absolutely.
No, I'm not gonna be that woman.
I-I'd rather just face this head-on like an adult, and I'll be done with it.
I'll meet you at Drexler's.
Hi, Lorraine.
Hey! Thanks for sneaking away.
I know this is out of the blue.
That's all right.
Is everything okay? This is tough because I know that my husband leads this double life.
I thought you wanted to talk about his birthday.
I'm sorry.
I I'm just embarrassed to admit what I'm feeling.
You've been partnered now a year and a half, and I know that you and him are Can I just show you something? Take a look.
Lorraine, what does this mean? I want you to teach me how to shoot.
Then he and I can go to the range together.
Or the three of us.
It'll be like a bridge between his cop life and his home.
He'll like that, don't you think? Sure.
It'll be fun.
Gals talkin', shootin' guns Fun.
I need some water.
Andrea said what? You have got to be kidding me.
She said you were a pretty heavy-duty junkie.
Look, Andrea is clearly involved in something horrible here, but to try to pawn it off on me? Now? Explain the texts between you.
Claudia wanted the center to be a legitimate nonprofit.
To never be over budget.
But they were always hurting for money.
She was too proud to ask for more, so every now and then I would funnel extra cash whenever Andrea gave me the heads-up.
Know what this is? Brass buttons, most likely from your tweed blazer.
Guess where we found them.
I don't know.
In my closet? In the beautiful stainless steel grill you got on your balcony, right along with the ashes from the clothes you burned after you killed your wife.
This is insanity.
I mean, I grilled my clothes? How else did they get there? I use that grill constantly.
We always used We used to cook out there.
Maybe they fell off my coat into the grill.
Maybe your entire jacket fell off into the grill.
And maybe your pants, too.
Okay, n-now you all are piling up on me too? Just like Andrea? Wh-What is going on here? He's got a story for everything.
Junkies are so used to lying, you could ask them which way was up and get a ten-minute story for why it was down.
Mr.
Drexler, you are neck-deep in an addiction.
That can lead to a desperate situation.
We want to help you.
Okay, all lies, first of all.
And I want my lawyer now.
Thanks.
He's got gut pain; he's sweating; eyes like saucers.
That guy is junk-sick.
And now lawyered up.
He was lawyered up the moment we spoke to him this morning.
He's just playing us.
Now we play him.
You deaf? My lawyer.
From Andrea's apartment.
You're into junk for a thousand a week.
And all day I can't imagine you've had a second of privacy.
You must be a getting a little hungry for this.
Hmm? Credit where it's due.
It's actual product.
Counsel for Nathan Drexler.
My client under arrest? If not, we're leaving.
What the hell is going on here? Nothing.
And there he goes.
You know, uh, what I'm proposing? It's a little gray.
Hey, when it comes to people like this, sometimes you just got to get the job done.
Hey, Nathan.
Police.
Heroin, Nathan? All those stories you told us lies? Okay, all right.
What are we doing here? We are placing you under arrest for possession of a controlled substance, to wit, heroin.
You? Well, you're going to jail.
Eventually.
I mean, first he's going to be in the tombs for about 15-20 hours before he even gets an arraignment.
And, based on the lies you laid out, we'll also get our ADA to sign off on the murder charge.
So there goes your bail.
Ooh.
You're going to be in jail for weeks before you even get a preliminary hearing.
You ever detox cold turkey, Nathan? No.
I thought not.
See, what you're feeling now, well, that's not really junk-sick.
It's just the prospect of being junk-sick.
See, the real deal, it's, uh, stomach cramps, like you got kicked in the gut by a mule.
Hallucinations, skin crawling with insects that aren't there.
vomiting in your bed Okay, okay.
What do you want? I want to make this feeling you got disappear, Nathan.
Hmm.
What happened to Claudia? What's it going to be, Nathan, huh? Claudia thought I got clean, but I never did.
She found my stash spot and she called me at the conference saying that she knew the truth.
I drove back to the city and we fought.
Claudia wanted me to get treatment, but my father told me a few months ago that if I ever had another relapse, that he'd cut me off from my money.
She said she just wanted me to get help.
And she went to the kitchen to dump my stash in the sink and-and I I begged her I begged her to stop.
And I grabbed something off the mantle and I hit her.
I hit her with it.
I I didn't I didn't mean to kill her, though.
I just wanted my drugs back.
I don't know how they got him to go, but I'll get the DA up to speed.
You haven't said a word to me in two hours.
Lorraine doesn't know about us.
We're in great shape.
She's trying to engage with me.
She thinks I can be trusted.
Which is absolutely true, to a certain point.
Do you even hear what you're saying? I am saying what we got is good and it deserves an occasional uncomfortable moment.
You know I'm right.
It was fine when it happened once a year at a Christmas party, but regularly? And now I'm supposed to teach her to use a deadly weapon? Admittedly, that's not ideal.
But if you play it cool, nothing has to change.
We crossed a line.
It wasn't right.
Everything has to change.
Divers recovered the murder weapon in the water by South Street.
Right where Drexler said.
"Woman of the Year.
National Association of Addiction Specialists.
" No irony there, right? Ugh.
So Claudia Drexler, former drug addict, embraced her past and ended up helping a lot of people.
And then there's you, with your thievin' youth and your knowledge of junkie behavior.
You do realize that's what broke the case, right? Right.
The silver lining.
Why don't you pay off that loan shark and straighten things out with your mother? Thank you, but I can't take your money, Don.
You don't want to be judged by your past.
Neither does she.
I mean, after all, she came here looking for a second chance.
That's gotta be step in the right direction.
Hmm? Your family, your life don't hide from it, Junior, embrace it.
I think I preferred it when you were telling me just to get the job done.
That's them two dogs fightin' in you.
You'd really actually rather owe a loan shark? At least you know I ain't gonna break your legs.
But I tell you what, missing out on premium skybox seats for that? Oh, I'd break your legs.
You better get going.
Game's in a couple hours.
So remember what we went over.
Press, don't pull, and deep breaths, got it.
This is fun, right? Yeah.
We should spend more time together.
Just go one shot at a time.
Aim for the heart, right? Yep, straight through the heart.
I think I'm a natural! I swear I will pay back every penny.
Look, I know you pretty good.
I know this expression.
Hey.
Hi.
Dad's murder trial came up today.
Oh, dear God.
Oh, that was my worst mistake, letting him put you on the stand.
No 12-year-old boy should have to go through all that.
It was that, or he would've gotten locked up.
So You know, I got this nagging feeling that someday, someone's just going to dig a little deeper and find out the truth.
You were a boy protecting your family.
It doesn't change what I did, Mom.
What your father did.
He forced you to lie.
You didn't want to be his alibi.
Don't you ever confuse those two.
I am not going to let you keep carrying that cross.
You rose above all that, and you got too much going for you.
Just forget the past.
Move on.
You know, someone I have a lot of respect for told me to do the exact opposite: to embrace my past.
Yeah? Does he know your whole truth? Then listen to your mother.
Everything all right? Looks like you guys are plotting something.
Ah, we're just musing over old times, that's all.
Mm-hmm.
Looks like your ride's here, big shot.
Thanks.
No more surprises.
I'm done.
I'm clean.
Thank you for meeting me, Councilman Drexler.
I've got an event.
Make it quick.
All that, uh all through construction Frank Lloyd Wright fought like hell with the foundation director.
Now all you see is a masterpiece.
Nothing wrong with a bit of conflict, wouldn't you agree? Profound.
But I don't care if you get down on your knees and grovel.
There's not a chance in hell that I'd vote for your initiative.
You've always been a punk.
You know, a wise veteran detective-- Don Owen, you met him-- one thing he said really stuck with me.
He said, "Sometimes sometimes you just gotta get the job done.
" Thank you in advance for your vote, Councilman.