Blue Bloods s01e17 Episode Script

- Hey, how's it going, chief? - Big day.
Here you go.
Beer and bagel.
You know, it's gonna be cold tonight.
You should find a shelter.
I'm good.
Squared away.
You on the list? Yeah.
Hi.
- Is he gonna be your guest? Yeah.
- Thanks.
Yeah, yeah.
All right.
Hey.
- Here it is, here it is.
- Here we go, here we go.
- Take them.
- All right.
Hey.
- To the greatest city in the world.
- And to the men who built it.
To the Cassidys.
Yeah! Oh, that's nice.
Man, it's freezing out here.
I'd jump into the Hudson River to get away from those cows.
How did we lose the hot chicks? Hey.
Check this guy out.
Yo! Are you pimping your crib? What's the best part about dating the homeless? Hey, I'm asking you.
You can drop them off wherever you want.
- Ha-ha-ha.
Good.
- I don't want any problems.
Well, it's a little late for that.
You live on the street.
You got problems.
Hey, what's that? What did you steal? - It's mine.
- Come on, if it's yours, you would've pawned it by now.
Is that a medal? Here, let me see it.
Oh Come on, man.
Give it up.
It doesn't belong to you.
- Oh! - Oh.
Oh, you got beer on his coat.
This is a 3,000-dollar camel hair, dirtbag.
You stay where the hell I put you, loser.
Oh.
A service medal.
Some vet's gonna thank me.
You think he's okay? Yeah, he's fine.
I just winged him.
Cas, your coat is jacked.
Aww.
Come on.
Come on.
Let's get out of here.
Come on.
Come on.
Let's go.
Go! Go! - Hey, what do we got? Hey, Danny.
Call came in as a 54 unconscious.
By the time the sector car arrived, guy was dead.
- Who called it in? - Janitor.
Works in that building across there - and he found the body at 0330.
- All right, where's the janitor? Had to get his grandkids ready for school.
- What? - Yeah.
You let a witness walk away from a homicide? Come on, we got the guy's pedigree.
We know where he works.
- It's not like the vic's going anywhere.
- I don't care if it's the mayor, you don't let a witness walk away from a homicide.
Let's check the surrounding blocks for surveillance video.
- Where's this door lead? That's the Brass 9 Club.
Is there anyone in there that I could speak to? No, it closed at 3 a.
m.
They were all gone by the time the call came in.
"Semper Fi.
" This guy's a Marine.
Jack, this guy's a Marine.
- Really? - James Phelps.
- Run down the next of kin from that.
- Yeah.
- Where's the wagon? - We're waiting.
- How long you been waiting? - Long time, Dan.
Yeah, it's Detective First Grade Daniel Reagan.
We're waiting on an ME wagon at 54th and 12th.
What's your holdup? I don't give a damn what Hey, you get your ass down here now, okay? I got a dead Marine lying in an alley.
Well, do better than your best.
All right.
That's not James Phelps.
- What? - I just ran him through HIDTA, and Phelps was killed in action in Afghanistan in 2009.
Who the hell is this guy? What's he doing wearing a dead Marine's dog tags? - Hey.
- Morning.
Hey.
Morning.
- Nice surprise.
- Well, I thought I'd ride in with you.
Well, I'll enjoy your company.
- Coffee? - No, I'm good.
Have you seen the Ledger? No.
Pop always gets it first, for the sports page.
That's right.
Ray Curston's column.
He makes it sound like you're leveraging all this hero stuff to make a run for city hall.
- Where did this come from? A poll came out yesterday, showing your approval ratings are twice that of the mayor's.
Well, a police commissioner, if he's doing his job right, will always have higher poll numbers than his mayor.
I don't think the mayor sees it that way.
Not with double his numbers.
You think he's behind this? It wouldn't surprise me.
He doesn't like to stand in anyone's shadow, and you've cast a pretty long one, especially after the assassination attempt.
This is libel.
Francis, what are you gonna do about it? Well, as your daughter first and as a lawyer second, I urge you not to respond.
If I got upset every time somebody did a negative piece about me, I'd be The mayor? And I'm not.
Okay, Dad, I know, but I know you.
And if the mayor is going around making you sound like a glory hound, you're not gonna just sit there, so, what are you gonna do? I'm gonna finish my coffee.
And then I'm going to enjoy a nice ride into town with my lovely daughter.
How are we doing on the vic's prints? I have an expedite on it.
If he was military, it's gonna pop pretty quick.
With that tattoo, he was a Marine.
- Stay on top of the prints.
- I'll go check.
Hey, Reagan.
It's the guy who found your vic in the alley.
Hey.
Thanks for coming down.
- Yeah.
- You told the responding officers this man was killed between 2:45 and 3:30, is that right? - Yeah.
- The victim, did he have any beefs you know about, problems with someone else living in the street? Not that I ever saw.
- Drug problems, ever see him using? - No.
Well, he was pretty banged up from the war, so sometimes he gets on the prescription meds.
Okay.
Anybody else live in this alley? Just a woman.
A girl, really.
Maybe 20.
Sissy.
She was gone when I came down and I found the body.
Okay.
Him and this woman, were they a couple? No.
But he always looked out for her.
Can you work with our sketch artist, come up with a description of Sissy? - Yeah, yeah, absolutely.
- Thank you.
You know, I came back from Nam, had a couple of shaky years.
I never hit the street.
But let me tell you, there but for the grace of God.
Amen to that, brother.
Yeah.
I got it.
Come on.
Hey.
Prints came back from the Department of Defense.
We have a positive ID on the vic.
It's Michael Oates.
No next of kin listed on his military records, but there is a Kimberly Lane that is listed as an emergency contact.
All right.
Look, this guy was a Marine brother, Jack.
I'm gonna make the notification on my own.
He was the most popular kid in school.
Everyone loved him.
But he never had it easy.
Why's that? His dad worked in the freight yards.
He was killed in an accident when Michael was 6.
His mom died when he was still in high school.
He pretty much raised himself.
What happened to Michael after the war? He came back from that third tour in Afghanistan two years ago.
He was a changed person.
He had some trouble with pain pills, and then drinking.
He was in and out of therapy for posttraumatic stress.
When's the last time you saw him? Three months ago.
I drove him up to rehab in Vermont.
He signed himself out after two days.
It was kind of like a last straw for me.
He left me these when he moved out.
His medals.
Couple of Bronze Stars.
Purple Heart.
Hell of a Marine.
The only one he kept was the Silver Star.
Michael had a Silver Star? For bravery in combat.
He never let it out of his sight.
He didn't have a Silver Star with him when we found him.
He never would have let that go.
He had a dog tag, though.
Another Marine, a James Phelps.
- Do you know who that was? - Michael's best friend.
They grew up together.
Enlisted together, fought together.
James didn't make it home? I hope you're gonna find out who did this and make them pay for what they did.
Semper Fi.
DCPI is not scheduled to be back from vacation until next Thursday.
But he offered to return sooner if this story blows up.
No.
He's earned his time off.
I'll handle the press till he gets back.
I'll need five minutes without interruption.
Yes, sir.
- Hey, Dad.
- Hey, got a minute? For the police commissioner, of course.
For your father and a fellow Marine.
Okay.
I pulled Oates' citation for his Silver Star.
He was wounded and under heavy fire, but he saved six of his men.
And one didn't come home.
Yeah, he's a He was a hell of a Marine, Dad.
How are you doing? I'm good.
I'm just working the case.
I just thought knowing what happened to him over there might get to you.
Just trying to find the killer, Dad.
Just keep your head and build your case.
What are you saying? You're worried I'm too pissed off to work the case? Is that it? Because honestly, and with all due respect, if it was me that was the victim, I'd want the most pissed off detective - trying to figure out who did it to me.
- When a cop catches a case like this, he eats it and sleeps it.
He can disappear from his own life.
I got it, Dad.
If you find yourself on your third beer with the TV on and the door closed, put it down, turn it off, and go find Linda and the kids.
Yeah.
I appreciate it.
Hey, Reagan, come here.
I've been going through the video from around the crime scene area.
This is from a security camera two blocks away from the alley.
It's 3:15.
It's right in our time frame.
Whoa, hold that.
Can you zoom in on him? Mm-hm.
I'm gonna bet that's blood on his coat.
All right.
Here we go.
- Hot off the presses.
- Yeah.
My brother is really pushing hard on this case.
Hey, the victim was a Marine.
- They never leave each other behind.
- Yeah.
I know Danny spent some time overseas with the Corps.
He never talks about it.
Guys who saw combat usually don't, in my experience.
My grandfather made it back from Korea, my dad from Vietnam, and Danny from Iraq.
My junior year, I went to Europe.
I think it was the first time a man in my family left America without a rifle in his hands.
A regular diplomat.
Last night? Huge party for this major developer.
Guys were spending so fast and hard, it was like they were mad at their money.
What was the occasion? You know the West Gate Towers over on 10th? Yeah, it's a Cassidy project.
The family built half the city.
Those are the guys.
It was their topping off.
They had a brief program, then it was pretty much a bacchanal.
- Place was rocking till we closed at 3.
- Got a security camera in the alley? Are you kidding? No.
Only cameras they're paying for here are pointed at the cash registers.
All right, how about this guy? Do you recognize him from last night? Uh Yeah.
Yeah, he's some sort of PR guy for the Cassidy Group.
He gave a speech.
It was pretty funny stuff.
This comedian, he have a name? This is the program for the event.
That's him.
"Ian Seroy, VP for Communications at Troy Cassidy Group, U.
S.
A.
" Ground floor in the back.
I'm looking for lan Seroy.
Hey.
Uh He didn't make it in today.
- Is he sick? - No.
Actually, he just hasn't shown up.
- I figured he must be sleeping it off.
- Is he that kind of guy? - You have an address for this guy? - Sure.
What happened to your hand? I work on construction sites.
You always get dinged.
I worked as a mason tender as a kid.
I never saw a white hat lift a finger, never mind get dinged on a site.
I'm a hands-on guy.
I bet you are.
What's your name? Phelan.
Mark Phelan.
I'm the project manager.
Okay, take my card.
If he shows up, give us a call.
Sure.
Ian Seroy.
We hear you make great speeches.
Yeah.
I'd love to hear what you gotta say now.
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law.
Great luggage.
You'll put a rush on that for us, won't you? Thank you.
- So, killer - Stop that.
- Stop what? - Calling me killer.
What's your dress size? My what? - She said what's your dress size.
I'm a public relations professional.
- I've got - You've got what? You got in over your head, huh? Huh? Are you crying? - He's crying.
- He is crying.
What are you crying about? What are you crying about? You crying about what you and your two friends did last night? Beat a man and leave him to die.
Is that what you're crying about? It was the drinking.
The whole Everything just It just went - Went? Went what? - It went - It went - It's okay.
Just tell us.
It just It went so wrong.
I was caught in the scrum, and people, they were throwing fists and insults.
The next thing you know, the A man was dead? It's okay.
It's okay.
I'm sorry.
We get a little emotional sometimes, you know.
You understand? We know you didn't do it alone, okay? It was Mark Phelan.
Right.
And? And Cassidy.
- Your boss.
- My boss.
Yeah.
The boss.
Everything just It just went so out of control.
- Yeah.
- I didn't mean it.
I swear, I didn't mean it.
I'm not that kind of guy.
I didn't mean to hurt anyone.
Right.
Those are famous last words, killer.
Hey, Phil.
Getting awful tough on the Knicks.
Drink, commissioner? Love one, Ray.
But if I did, I'd have to read about being a candidate for Betty Ford in your next column, so no.
I had impeccable sources.
Really? Who? All due respect, no.
You could have called me.
You could have called my DCPI.
Well, there's nothing to deny or rebut, Frank.
It's just a kind of think piece.
That's what you call it.
Humor me here, Ray.
I will give you a description of your source and you nod if I'm right.
Oh, come on, Frank, you know I can't do that.
What I know is you need access to my office a whole lot more than anyone else's.
What I know is "Headless Body in Topless Bar" is a lot more your bread and butter than "Mayor Promises Prompt Snow Removal.
" You can't eighty-six me, commissioner.
No, I can't.
But, Ray, isn't it really all about how promptly your phone calls are returned? Around 40, new in town, easy on the eyes? What do you need me for? Well, unlike some, I like to make sure my sources are solid and my facts are correct before I commit.
Now you're pushing.
Office in the hall.
When I hired you, you told me that you were intelligent.
Well, you lied, dumb-ass.
- Troy Cassidy.
- Yeah, that's me.
Just hang on a second.
Call the guy back, get him to do this again.
Because this is crap.
I mean If he doesn't like it, he's finished, and so are you.
I said Troy Cassidy.
Excuse me.
I thought you were from the carpenters' union.
You're not half as funny as you think you are.
In fact, you're under arrest for homicide.
That's ridiculous.
I haven't done a damn thing.
They say when something bad happens to you, the first reaction is denial.
Something real bad is happening to you.
You got caught.
So your instincts are right on the money.
Let's go.
- Call the lawyer.
- Let's go.
I had the pleasure of meeting Larry and Curly.
Now I get to talk to Moe.
Understand you left the club with the other Stooges.
I left by myself.
Really? What time was that? I don't wear a watch.
Around 3.
Three o'clock.
Right around the time a man happened to be killed outside the club where you were throwing yourself a little party, huh? It's a violent city.
And you're a violent man.
So we got a problem.
Your pal lan Seroy says you and Mark Phelan killed that man.
Right in an alley behind the club.
- That's nonsense.
- Is it? Besides, Seroy is a putz.
And he'd tell you anything you wanna hear.
But Phelan, I'd believe it.
I think he has a record.
I think he's even been to jail.
- And yet you hired him.
- My father did.
He believed in second chances, but I think the guy is shady.
Now, is that just a coincidence that he takes off the minute you guys walk off the job site this morning when you came to look for Seroy? He probably killed that bum.
That bum was a high school football star and a class valedictorian.
And he gave up a scholarship to fight for his country to protect cowards like you.
He was a Marine.
Sounds like he made a lot of bad choices in life.
Maybe so.
You know, one day real soon, you're gonna be a lonely, rich boy cowering away in punk city, terrified every day of your life.
And I'm gonna come visit.
I'm gonna ask you about the choices you made.
And we'll see what kind of smart-ass answers you got then, tough guy.
Lawyers are here.
Two lawyers.
Must be nice having Dad's money at your beck and call.
- You know I make my own money? - Yeah, and I'm Jay-Z.
This way, tough guy.
You're not going home yet.
Open up.
Get inside.
- Keep him cuffed.
- You're a real tough guy with a badge and a gun, aren't you? Maybe you'll find out one day.
You want him? Go see a judge.
- You are in over your head.
- I'm in over my head? I didn't kill a Marine.
You don't like it, sue me.
What are you talking about? Ian Seroy admitted him and the other two guys, they killed Michael Oates.
It was Cassidy who was the ringleader.
You know better than I do that in this state, uncorroborated codefendant testimony is not admissible.
Doesn't mean a damn thing.
Can we hold the guy for a day at least? Please? You see those lawyers trailing behind him? They are not legal aid attorneys just fresh off the boat from Hucklebuck Law School.
So two fancy suits with nice haircuts show up, my sister is backing down? No.
I'm just waiting for my brother to show up with some evidence I can actually use to nail the guy.
Okay.
This Phelan guy, his doorman called, said he saw him go out the back door of his apartment building.
Great.
Let's go.
I'll put him through the system.
- It will buy you a day.
- That's the sister that I know and love.
Where's he going? Come on.
Let me see your hands! I said put your hands where I can see them! Ain't a rat hole on Earth you can hide from me, scumbag.
Turn around.
- Spread your legs.
- Uhn! - I was not running from anything.
Really? You just wake up one morning and decide: "Hey, I'm gonna get a one-way ticket to Johannesburg"? Your pal lan Seroy put you front and center at the scene of an assault that turned into murder.
Found your blood type at the scene.
Probably from your little battle wound there.
So, what are we gonna find? We gonna find that DNA is a match to you, huh? Because you can lie all you want, punk.
But the DNA never lies.
What happened? Why did you kill him? He was harassing us, begging in our face, all aggressive.
I told him to step off.
Hmm.
Step off.
The guy swung at me, and Seroy started punching him.
The guy was a handful.
Like, almost crazy.
So I went to pull him off.
But he fell to the ground.
Maybe he hit his head.
So it was just you and Seroy? What about your boss Cassidy? Cassidy? I said what about Cassidy? Cassidy wasn't even there.
Hey.
We got a DNA match on Phelan - and nothing on Cassidy.
- Figures.
It's all starting to make sense now.
A bunch of cell phone calls between Cassidy and Phelan.
Started right after we went after Seroy.
Buddies getting their stories straight.
We can't prove anything on these phone calls.
I know.
Why would Phelan lie for a scumbag like Cassidy? If your daddy gave you a hundred million dollars, you'd probably use it to keep you out of prison.
Hey, look at this.
I came up with five assault complaints against Cassidy over the last decade.
Charges dropped on every one of them.
What? - Yep.
This vic lost an eye.
This one was in a medically induced coma.
Victims refused to testify.
Cassidy is paying off his victims.
Yeah.
Looks that way to me.
Yeah.
And this time, the victim died, - so he's paying off accomplices.
- Right.
That girl.
We've gotta find this girl, Sissy.
She was in the alley that night.
She probably saw the whole thing.
And if Cassidy is paying off Phelan, it's the only way we're gonna make a case against him.
In your line of work, I suppose you get used to uncomfortable silences.
It's like a muscle you develop.
Nifty little job of recycling.
- Recycling? - You come to me with some flattering offers for magazine profiles.
I decline, you call Ray Curston to make it sound like they were my idea.
I suppose that's one way to look at it.
You got another way? Dozens.
It's what I do.
I don't wanna get into a spitting contest with you.
The title on my card, Frank May I call you Frank? Apparently, you think you can call me anything.
It reads deputy press secretary, Office of the Mayor.
Does your press secretary go off to the media with a spin you didn't personally approve? Not if he wanted to keep his job.
I like my job, Frank.
I like the city it's brought me to.
And I'd like to think you know this wasn't my idea.
What I wanna know is when you pushed back, when you told him that slanting me like that would be stark-naked not true, what did he say? You think too much of me, commissioner.
Oh, I don't think we're in any danger of that.
I owe you one.
Well, as we used to say when I was a kid: Nice to see you, wouldn't wanna be you.
Sissy.
- No, it's okay.
- No.
Leave me alone.
It's okay.
I knew you'd come back to honor Michael.
We just wanna talk about Michael, okay? We just wanna find out what happened to him.
- We just want to talk.
It's all right.
Come on.
You come with us? You saw all three of them hit him, right? Which one did what? This one was the worst.
- Why? Michael was fighting with this one, and this one hit Michael in the head with a bat.
And then Michael wasn't moving anymore.
A bat.
Like a baseball bat? Where did this bat come from? It was Michael's.
He kept it for protection.
And this guy hit him with it.
What did they do with the bat? Leave it, take it with them? Can you remember? Took it, I think.
Okay.
Anything else? When they were running away, they were all laughing.
Look, I'll get coverage from the scene and the surrounding area.
- We'll find it.
- I know.
I understand.
Thanks.
That was my boss.
Sissy's statement gives us another piece of the puzzle, but we could use that physical evidence.
I'll find the bat.
Well, hopefully you can find the bat and there will be some useable prints.
I'm doing the best I can.
Would it be possible to get just a little love maybe from your people? Just one time? I can put Sissy in a hotel, get her cleaned up.
I can work with her on how to give a credible testimony.
But she is still a homeless girl with a record of prostitution and drugs.
Come on.
This girl has no reason to lie.
She is going to get destroyed on the stand.
If Cassidy walks, you can't try this case again.
Double jeopardy.
If you want me to put Sissy on the stand, roll the dice with her, I will do it.
Just make sure you can handle both outcomes.
I've had convictions on weaker cases, but half the time, it's because the defendant shows up with a public defender that's completely burnt out.
Well, I like to think we're in the business of leveling the playing field for victims but What burns me is every one of Cassidy's lawyers - is a former prosecutor.
- Law school is expensive.
- Gotta pay student loans somehow.
- Yeah.
And here we have cheesecake from Junior's.
- Wow.
- Mm.
Ooh.
I remember the summer they opened, I had 16-inch biceps.
The Dodgers were in a playoff run.
"Mona Lisa" was playing on the radio.
When does Nicky get back from her dad's? - I gotta pick her up later.
- Wait till she hears you got her tickets to American Idiot on Broadway.
- No, babe.
- You okay? Yeah.
Barely said anything.
Yeah.
Tough case to shake, honey.
It's true that guy was wearing his best friend's dog tags - when you found him, Danny? - Yeah.
Yeah, he's the guy he couldn't save the night he earned his Silver Star.
What's a Silver Star? It's one of our country's highest awards for bravery in combat.
Like a trophy for football? No, Sean.
It's not at all like that.
There are some things we do in life that are more important than the things we do for fun.
Are you gonna catch the bad guys, Dad? Yeah.
I'm gonna do my best.
Kind of like I always tell you and your brother.
If you believe in something, you keep fighting for it, no matter what.
That's what your grandpa always taught me.
And Pop taught me.
Down the generations.
I guess that makes catching the bad guys the right thing to do.
Mm-hm.
Excuse me, Dad.
When you see yourself in a victim, it really eats away at you.
You've been a million miles away these past few days.
What's going on? There was this one night.
I was out on patrol in Iraq.
I sprained my ankle.
Stepped in a ditch or something, I don't know.
Anyway, I was fine.
I got back to the fire base, iced it up.
No problem.
The next day, they sent somebody else out in my place.
Bobby LaRue.
I called him Chuckles, you know? - Like the candy Gramp likes.
- Like the candy.
Sweetest hillbilly kid you ever met.
He was out about 20 minutes, you know, before a sniper put a round through his neck.
He was 19.
Stupid kid.
It should've been me.
No.
No.
Some days I look at you, and I look at my boys.
And I just think: "Did that 19-year-old kid have to give his life so I could have all this?" Troy Cassidy.
My lawyer says you can't come near me.
I don't see any lawyers around.
What do you want? Thought about what you said.
So I left my gun and badge behind.
Just stay away from me.
Where you going, huh? - What do you think you're doing? - What do you think you're doing? Not so tough now it's one-on-one.
Who do you think you are, huh? I'm the guy who's gonna make you pay for your sins once and for all.
Hey! Once and for all.
- Take it easy.
Get off.
- Take it easy.
Take it easy.
- Get off me! - You all right? - Yeah.
I'm gonna get you.
One way or another.
- Easy.
- I'm on the job.
- Take care of your guy.
Live here? Take it easy, man.
- I own the building.
You don't wanna get jammed up over this clown.
Getting inside a perp's head is a good, solid tactic, but still, you're lucky those were old-school cops.
All I wanted to do was to let Cassidy know that he's not out of reach, he will never be out of reach.
If you can't keep your emotions in check, I will sit you down just like I would anybody else.
I lost my head.
You know, I saw the smug look on Cassidy's face, and just thinking that a guy like him can get away with killing a Marine like Michael Oates.
We all know what he went through over there.
To think he could walk through that hell storm and come back here and end up dead like a dog in the streets of his own city? Taking Cassidy down will not bring Michael Oates back, and it will not give you answers to what happened in Iraq.
What it will do is bring a killer to justice, and that has to be enough here.
Look, Cassidy has got money, but he's not a professional killer.
He made mistakes.
It's up to you to make him pay for it.
Yes, sir.
That the stuff from the search of Phelan's loft? - Yeah, sarge.
- Crying shame if a punk like Cassidy - gets away with murder.
- Well, we got two choices.
Get Phelan to tell the truth or come up with physical evidence that ties Cassidy to the scene of the crime.
- What is it? - It's a taxi receipt from the night of the murder.
Times out around the time of the killing.
Greedy son of a bitch.
Phelan used a taxi for a getaway car.
- Gotta find this cab driver.
- All right.
The mayor finishes his remarks and hands off to the commissioner.
The commissioner awards the plaque, a few softball questions, - and we're out.
- If you get any questions about me running for mayor, you'll take them.
- I will? - Say it was a misunderstanding on your part.
That sounds like an order.
No, it's just a friendly request.
I can't pretend to speak for you.
Recent history suggests otherwise.
- Give us a moment.
- Certainly.
I'm not sure I'm following you here.
Your press office fed Ray Curston with an impression of me that we both know to be wildly inaccurate.
No.
That's just Ray on a slow news day, stirring the pot.
That's not what happened.
End of the day, we're both in the people business, Frank.
Once in a while, you take one for the team.
I never really thought of us as a team.
No? The last time I looked, they don't hold elections for sheriff in this town.
It's an appointed position.
It's appointed by me.
I know that.
Okay, so you give a little and you get a little.
I gave.
What do I get? You get to be my police commissioner.
Excuse me.
Your boss said the guy who does the overnights called in sick on Thursday.
Says you did a double in his place.
- That's right.
- We spoke to a cab driver that said he took this man here, waited for him.
Do you know who this is? That's the project manager.
Mark Phelan.
- That's right.
- He came by at 3:30.
He ran in, said he'd be a minute.
- What did he do? - Went into the office for a minute.
And when he was leaving, he tossed a Hefty bag into the dumpster.
This dumpster right here? When was the last time they picked up? Every Monday.
The guy should be here any minute.
You find a bat in there? Not a bat.
Something better.
A coat.
It's covered with blood.
TKC.
Troy Kennedy Cassidy.
Son of a bitch.
Okay.
Let me run this into the car.
Where's Troy Cassidy right now? Up on ten.
Up on ten, huh? Absolutely not.
Abso Listen.
I have to go, call you back.
What the hell do you want now? Look familiar? You're under arrest for the murder of Michael Oates.
Now turn around.
Turn around.
I was hoping you'd do something stupid.
Now how the hell do you like it, huh? How does it feel, huh? You like getting hit when you're down? Here, wanna see how he felt? Huh? - Reagan.
- It's okay.
It's all right.
Just cuff him.
Just cuff him.
Eternal rest grant unto him, oh, Lord, and may perpetual light shine upon him.
May he rest in peace.
Amen.
May his soul and all the souls of the faithful departed, through the mercy of God, rest in peace.
In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, Amen.
If I didn't have this family, who's to say that wouldn't be me? You do have us, Danny.
Never forget that.