"Stay in bed." "Been so sweet lately." " How's the coffee?" " It's very good." "Thank you." "Oh, you know, I meant to tell you, your dad called the other day." "Really?" "What'd his message say?" "Well, it didn't quite get to the answering machine." "What do you mean?" "I accidentally picked up your phone." "How many different ways do you want me to say I am sorry?" "I don't want you to be sorry." "I want you to have not picked up the phone when my father called." "What do you expect?" "Our phones look exactly alike." "And you never put the receivers back on the correct charger." "What exactly did my father say?" "All he said was, "Is Brenda there?"" "And did he seem confused?" "Or angry?" "Well, I don't know what he seemed like, Brenda, since I have never met or spoken to your father before." "Did you do this on purpose?" "Oh, yeah." "That's right." "That's right." "I did this all on purpose, Brenda." "This is all part of my master plan to get your dad to hate me." " Look." "It was an accident." " Yeah." "There are no accidents." "Hello." "Hello." "Hello?" "Yes, Sergeant." "Here she comes." "No pressure." "A construction company started digging at around 8:00 a.m. This morning." "A bulldozer uncovered a blue tarp with a body wrapped in it." "The coroner's investigator removed a wallet from the back pocket." "The ID says Darrell Richards." "New shoes." "New shoes." "Any idea how long he's been dead?" "The investigator said, and I quote, "A long time."" "He won't even say for sure if we have a homicide on our hands." "Well, how are we supposed to be watching our budget if we keep rolling out to crime scenes that might not even be crime scenes?" "Chief Pope already took care of that." " He said he was gonna explain it to you." " Well, he hasn't." "Besides, that doesn't make this our problem anyway." "77th Division handles body dumps, not us." "Wait." "Chief." " Hello." "Chief Pope, please." " Chief." "Chief, they found Provenza's business card in the dead guy's pocket." "For heaven's sakes, let's go." "Thank you." "Well, Lieutenant, does the face ring a bell?" "He lost a little weight." "The tarp preserved him." "He's basically a mummy." "Looks to me like we got a cheap funeral on our hands." "No visible signs of anything, except a relationship with Provenza." "This is an old card, Chief." "I haven't had that number in years." "This driver's license expires in 1995." "The body must have been buried before that." "Those belts have been popular with gang members for a long time." "82nd Street." "Were you an Eight-Deuce?" "This is Eight-Deuce territory." "Buzz, would you start documenting the scene, please?" "Yes, ma'am." "All right, then." "Where did that paint-spattered tarp come from?" "Is our victim named Darrell Richards and was he reported missing?" "And, Lieutenant, why did he have your business card in his pocket?" "You know what would really help me remember?" "If you stared at me some more." "I found a missing persons report for a Darrell Richards, dated May 6, 1992." " That was a busy time." " Why?" "The LA riots, they started April 29, 1992." "And Darrell was reported missing seven days later, towards the end." "Can you confirm his identity from these x-rays, Dr. Crippen?" "Well, officially, not until the forensic dentist signs off." "But these look like the same teeth to me." "Now, unofficially, I'd say this is Darrell Richards." "99.9% sure." "Well, I can't notify the family until we're at 100%." "Can you at least narrow down the time of death?" "Well, when'd that report say he went missing?" "1992." "Well, then I'd say 1992." " But..." " But what?" "So far you haven't told us anything that we don't already know." "Can you give us a cause of death or not?" "It is nearly impossible to see an entry wound, given the shrinkage of the skin." "But I'd say that a bullet..." " What the?" "...entered the side and continued straight through the heart." "The heart is no longer there, but the bullet is." "Great." "So, maybe the..." "Maybe the guy was firing at someone and got hit underneath?" "Or..." "That high in the armpit?" "In a downward angle?" "Entry wounds like that are usually at close range, maybe like he was struggling with someone." "So, unless this is the strangest suicide I've ever seen," "I'd say we have our cause of death." "So the kid I gave my card to was murdered." "Great." "Every gun creates a signature on the bullet it's fired, a signature as individual as the men who signed the Declaration of Independence, which gave us the right to bear arms." "Actually that was the Bill of Rights, and it didn't include the right to murder each other." "Back in the day, before casings became the thing, we were gonna create a database for ammunition..." " Brian." " Yeah." "Did we find a gun to match our bullet or not?" "I'm sorry." "Brian is kind of a geek." "Really?" "Take a look at these." "Now, all gun barrels have grooves on the inside." "Right." "When the gun is fired, the grooves put marks on the bullet." "Anyway, I checked all the specs from your bullet in the catalog, and I came up with a Colt Diamondback." "I looked up all the revolvers booked two weeks before Darrell Richards was actually reported missing." "Now it's gonna take me a couple of days for a full comparison, so if you can help me narrow it down..." " Thank you." " You're welcome." "Hey, Provenza, I got something for you to put in your coffee." "It's ginkgo biloba extract." "It's good for your memory." "I am not losing my memory, okay?" "This kid went missing in 1992, that's like three wives ago." "Well, will you remember to take it?" "All right, Lieutenant Flynn, please leave Lieutenant Provenza alone and tell me what you found out about that tarp?" "Okay, let me see." "Dawkin Industries sold and produced over 300,000 of them in 1992." "To find the person who bought this one is not gonna happen." "So I'm looking into the paint." "I checked into the lot where we found the body." "It's changed hands a few times since '92." "But for the last six years it's been owned..." "It's been owned by a small developer, who has been fighting a neighborhood group about building on it." "Developer lives in Calabasas." "Far as I can tell, no gang connections." " Any news from Crippen's dentist?" " No, nothing yet." "Chief, if our body turns out to be Darrell Richards, he definitely could have been Eight-Deuce." "It's got to be here!" "Lieutenant Provenza, what are you doing?" "Remembering." "There was something in one of these gun reports that rang a bell." "Not the gun per se, but the person who turned it in." "Our old friend, Father Jack." "Now, he brought in a load of weapons with some guns-for-food initiative the city started after the riots." "That was in June." "June, 1992." " Who's Father Jack?" " He's an asshole." "He's a Franciscan priest that runs a program that gets gang members off the streets, finds them work and gives them a chance." "Which is another way of saying" "Father Jack protects gangbangers, drug dealers and cop killers from ever getting arrested." "Flynn, if you have evidence that Father Jack has ever committed a crime, why don't you just go arrest him?" "I can't because he hides behind that collar." " When he wears it." " Now, come on, man!" "Ladies!" "Ladies!" "Please!" "I remember going to Father Jack's place right before the riots." "I was looking into a shooting in..." "Had to have been May." "All right." "Here we go." "Here we go." "Someone took some shots at a police car." "Now, I had finished." "I was leaving." "Kid comes up to me." "I ask him about the shooting." "He said he didn't know anything." "But he wanted to talk about something else." "So I gave him my card." "That was May the 4th." "Two days later, May the 6th, Darrell Richards was reported missing." "Beginning of June, Father Jack turns in some guns." "One of which is a Colt.38 Diamondback." "So we can tell Brian in ballistics that we just narrowed it down for him." "Hi, I'm looking for Father Jack." " Hey." " Thank you." "5-0 in the house." " Can I help you?" " You must be Father Jack." "I'm Deputy Chief Johnson, LAPD." "I need to ask you a few questions." "Is that your office over there?" "What's this about?" "I'd prefer to speak in your office, if you don't mind." "Why not ask me right here?" "A body was unearthed on a hillside in Eight-Deuce territory." "Well, that's sad." "But it's got nothing to do with me." "Considering that you turned in the murder weapon," "I'd say it has quite a lot to do with you." "I'll be in your office." "Pardon me." "And you thought nuns were tough." "I remember when this was a one-room operation." "I mean, it is truly amazing what you've done." " Thank you." " All right, Lieutenant, that's wonderful news." "Yes, that's great." "Even with our budget restraints." "Thank you." "Good news, Father." "Thanks to modern dentistry, we now have a positive ID on our victim." "Darrell Richards." "Now, Lieutenant Provenza here remembers handing Darrell his business card." "Right outside your doors. 1992." "Did you know him?" "You expect me to remember that far back?" "I find that murder weapons tend to be unforgettable." "And you did turn in the gun that killed Darrell two weeks after his mother filed a missing person's report." "So, yes, I do expect you to remember." "These kids turn their guns in to me under the seal of confession." "What about the sacred commandment, "Thou shall not kill"?" "This is a photo that Darrell Richards' mother gave the police in 1992." "Do you recognize any of those other boys?" "Yes." "Can you tell me who they are?" "Miss Johnson, I have spent the good part of the last 20 years burying kids I love killed by kids I love." "And the only time anyone even notices is when someone wants to throw one of those kids in jail." "Society has forgotten us." "We don't need more punishment down here." "We need hope and mercy." "It's not my job to forgive and forget." "A boy was murdered." "I attend to the living, Chief Johnson." "You attend to the dead." "Father." "Father, don't you think that Darrell's mother deserves to know what happened to her son?" "Fine." "Okay, here's Darrell Richards' mother's address." "So, you go, and you give her a little closure." "And then you let Darrell and this community rest in peace." "Closure." "Well, Father, be careful what you pray for." "Yes?" "Hello, I'm Sergeant David Gabriel, Mrs. Richards." "We're with the LAPD." "Do you have a minute?" "We assumed Darrell was dead 15 years ago." "We mourned him 15 years ago." "I met Darrell once, Mrs. Richards, outside of Father Jack's place." "He was a very nice kid." "He was a nice kid after he met Father Jack." "Mrs. Richards, do you remember the names of any of the boys in this photo with Darrell?" "Darrell and his friends and that car of his." "He was 19." "He..." "He was only 19." "I am so sorry, Mrs. Richards." "What do we know about Mrs. Richards' other son?" "Well, Kenyon Richards is an influential community activist in Crenshaw." " Great, another cop-hater." " He's not like that." "He had a tough childhood, but he turned his life around." "In fact, the last 10 years, he's done a lot of work with the LAPD, setting up after school programs." "And I think I read a couple weeks ago that he's running for a city council seat in Crenshaw." "He's one of the good guys." "Just like Father Jack." " You know what you need to do, Flynn..." " Hey, hey, you two." "See if we can get Kenyon to come on in here and talk to us." "If anyone knows anything about Darrell, it ought to be his brother." "Lieutenant Tao, any luck finding the murder weapon?" "Our Colt was a stolen weapon, so it was returned to its rightful owner, a gun collector named Marquardt." "Okay." "Well, go find this Mr..." "Just go find him." "Please." "We need that gun brought in for evidence." "Lieutenant Flynn, you find anything about the paint on this tarp?" "It's white." "Anything useful?" "No." "Sorry, Chief." "Paint's a dead end." "All right, Detective Daniels," "I want a full check on Father Jack's community center." "Who works there, who visits and how it's funded." "Detective Sanchez, you can give her a hand." "Which one?" "Lieutenant Provenza, may I?" "Thank you." "Sergeant Gabriel, now that Mrs. Richards has given us this nice photo and the names to go with it, see if y'all can locate some of those other boys." "We need someone to tell us about Darrell's last days." "Thank you!" "Hi, Mama?" "It's me." "Yeah, Fritz told me what happened." "How's Daddy?" "Okay, you know what?" "I just need to talk to him myself and get this over with." "I know, Mama, but just let me talk to him and I'll deal with it." "Well, why doesn't he wanna talk to me?" "Read what letter?" "Daddy wrote me a letter?" "Brenda?" "Brenda Leigh..." "Chief Pope wants us." "Deputy Chief Johnson, Sergeant Gabriel, this is Kenyon Richards." " I'm very, very sorry about your loss." " Thank you." "And thank you for taking time to see me." "I thought we called you." "Actually, Mr. Richards phoned up after you went to see his mother and asked to speak with us." "Either way, here we all are." "Have a seat." "Mr. Richards, let me first of all assure you that we will spare no resources in solving this case." "I can tell." "You people are coming on maybe even a little too strong." "I assume that you're referring to the lack of cooperation that I received from Father Jack." "If he seemed less than helpful, it's only because he's trying to protect me." "From what?" "I just launched an election campaign." "I can't talk about Darrell without bringing up my past." "Look, I've never tried to deny who I was." "I used drugs." "I dealt drugs." "I got shot in a drive-by because I used to be in a gang." "My brother disappeared or was murdered." "But to bring that all up front and center during an election means I'll be talking about who I was, not who I've become." "Now, if you're serious about solving my brother's murder," "I'll help in any way I can." "Thank you." "But if this is an opportunity to bring me down or Father Jack, well, it would be a shame for you all to underestimate the bad feelings towards LAPD in neighborhoods like mine." "Well, we're not perfect, but we have come a long way since the riots." "Well, it certainly took you long enough to find Darrell, who no one here seemed to care about before I started to run for office." "And your harassment of Father Jack, frankly, that had better just end." "And I say that more for your sake than for mine." "You know what I'm saying?" "We hear you, sir." "And while I may not always agree with Father Jack's methods," "I do have great respect for his commitment to positive change." "I promise you on behalf of the department, that we will treat the Father, your family, every aspect of this case, with a little more sensitivity." "Thank you." "What?" "What?" "Where's the mail from yesterday?" "Your father's letter didn't come." "Where is the mail?" "It's where it always is." "Where's that?" "If you looked at your mail daily instead of once a week, you wouldn't have to ask me." "Thank you." "Thank you." "The last time I got a letter from my father," "I was a freshman in college and I got a B- in history." "He said I should think about becoming a stewardess." "Why don't you just call him?" "I did call him." "He wouldn't talk to me." "My entire day was filled with fathers who wouldn't talk to me." "Hey." "I worked with Father Jack on the FBI's gang task force." "He and I got along." "You want me to call him?" "I thought you couldn't do me any more favors because your friends were making fun of you at the office." "I'm just trying to help." "Well, I'm not sure that your using the phone right now is the best way to do that." " Don't touch my phone." " I'm going back in the shower!" "I feel sick." "So, Detective Daniels, what did we find out about Father Jack and his operations?" "Oh, sorry." "Morning." " Good morning." " Good morning." "Good morning." "So, just because Father Jack is not-for-profit, doesn't mean he's not making money." "Since he started the center in 1990, he's raised all the funds himself." "So where's the money come from?" "From a bunch of little businesses he runs." "A house painting company..." "I wonder if they use any tarps." "They got a small fleet of moving vans, and there's also a little recording studio where they make demo tapes, staffed by gang members." "Ex-gang members." "Which brings us to his other source of funds." "When gang members come off the street," "Father Jack encourages them to donate to his foundation." "It's part of proving that they're serious about getting clean." "Oh, so Saint Jack uses dirty money to clean up the neighborhood." "Okay." "Okay." "Gentleman." "Any luck locating and identifying the boys in this photo?" "Michael King." "Dead." "Alvin Henderson." "Dead." "Ricky Butler." "Dead." "Roy Brown, 5 to 10 on a drug trafficking conviction." "We talked to him." "And Shaun Jackson." "Dead." "Sergeant." "But this guy here in the yellow, this guy right here, Terry Miller." "Terry Miller, we've already seen." "Do you recognize anyone in this photograph, Terry?" "Terry, you see that guy in the back in the skull cap?" "Roy Brown?" "We went and visited him in prison and he told us that you were all Eight-Deuces and that you sold drugs." "We did a lot of things I ain't too proud of." "Sell drugs?" "Yeah, we sold drugs." "Crack mostly." "But in 1992 Darrell left the gang?" "He changed." "Father Jack set him straight, boy." "Yeah, well, in my experience, gangs don't take it lightly when one of their members decides to quit." "Well, Darrell left town before we could discuss it." "Or that's what we thought at the time." "When Darrell disappeared, his family assumed he was dead." "Why did you think he left town?" "Woke up one morning and two kilos of my cocaine was gone." "Now, Darrell the only one knew where I kept my stash." "I found him and I gave him 24 hours to get it back to me." "The next thing I know, he's gone and my coke's gone." "So I figured Darrell wanted to start over somewhere." "Yeah." "Well, you listen to this." "When did this happen?" "I don't know, man." "I mean, sometime around the end of the riots." "Hey!" "This meeting is over!" "I won't allow you to question anyone from my foundation without an attorney." "Hey, if you keep harassing us, I have no problem going over your head." "Go right ahead, Father." "Bless you, Lieutenant." "Bless you, too." "All right, Sergeant Gabriel, please check all the emergency room records for May of 1992." "And bring me a list of everyone admitted with a bullet wound during that time." "Thank you." "If Darrell stole that much coke, there's no way that Terry would just let him just drive away and disappear." "Yeah, but he didn't drive away, did he?" "He was killed." "So what happened to his car?" "Darrell's car?" "I sold it." "Was that before or after Darrell disappeared?" "After." "We needed the extra money." "Do you remember who you sold it to?" "Well, we didn't really sell the car ourselves." "I had Kenyon take it to Father Jack to sell it for us." "What are you two doing in here?" " You found the gun?" " Yes." " Did you test-fire?" " No." "I do not have time for you two right now." "I just spent the whole day looking for an '86, blue Monte Carlo, and another hour dragging that priest in, which means that holy hell is about to break out in here, so if y'all wouldn't mind coming back when you actually have something." "You didn't let us finish." "The gun spent the last 10 years in a garage with drainage issues." "It should be a crime to neglect a revolver like this one." "The gun was rusted out." "It wouldn't fire." "So you couldn't confirm it as the murder weapon?" "We don't need the gun to work." "All we need are the markings on the barrel." "That bullet came from this gun." "Great." "That's all I need to know right now." "That's great." "Thank you." "Thanks." "Hello?" "It's me." "Can I call you back?" "I've got an angry priest waiting for me." "Yeah." "I thought you might wanna know what came in the mail today." "Daddy's letter?" "Yeah." "You want me to open it?" "No." "Wait." "Yes." "Open it." "No." "Wait..." "Shoot." "I don't know." "You know what?" "No." "Don't open it." "I'm gonna open it later." "Maybe much later." "Why'd you put Father Jack in an interview room?" "Because I want to interview him." "I thought we had an understanding." "Was it really necessary to march him past news cameras and put him in a police car like a common criminal?" "There's already a group outside protesting his arrest." " Well, I didn't arrest him." " Good." "Then release him immediately." "Find one of the thousands of cameras out there and apologize to it." " You're not gonna answer that, are you?" " Hello?" "Hi, Chief." "Hold on just for a minute, please." "I'm sorry." "It'll just take one minute." "Pardon me." "Excuse me." "Sorry." "Yes, Lieutenant." "I thought you could take an interruption for some good news." "We've managed to arrange Darrell's car the way you wanted it, and just got the last of the hospital reports." "Guess who checked into County Hospital with a bullet wound on May 5th?" "Thank you, Lieutenant." "I apologize for my detective." "She can be frustrating." "She is a very good detective, though." "And most of the time her decisions are..." " Chief." " What?" "Oh, my God!" " Chief, you got a second..." " Not now." "Taylor, I..." "Tell me what you did with Darrell's car." "I thought I made it clear that I'm not answering any questions." "You did." "Then why am I here, Miss Johnson?" "You have spent a lot of time protecting people who have done very bad things." "Now they have a chance to step up and protect you." "So, basically, you're holding me hostage?" "Well, I like to think of it more as sanctuary." "Sanctuary." "Excuse me, just one minute, please." "I've been very patient with your confrontational approach, Miss Johnson, but I've had about enough." " You need to release Father Jack." " Or what?" "Or instead of negotiating quietly in here," "I'll do it outside with the protesters and the media." "I don't respond well to threats, Mr. Richards." "No, no, no, it's fine." "Chief Pope, if Mr. Richards wants to negotiate for Father Jack's release, let's negotiate." "Right this way." "After you, sir." "I'm not trying to threaten anybody." "But Father Jack is not a killer." "And if you wanna treat me as his lawyer," "I'll only advise him not to answer any more of your questions." "Not a killer?" "He was the last person in possession of the murder weapon." "He surrounds himself with gangbangers and drug dealers." "And now this..." "You remember Darrell's car." "The one that Father Jack sold." "Well, the DMVkeeps excellent records." "So we were able to trace the ownership of Darrell's car all the way back to the junkyard and reassemble the pieces." "We're DNA testing the blood that we found in the trunk." "And I'm confident that it will match Darrell's, which is why I'd really like to know where Father Jack was 15 years ago." "In fact, I'd like to know where you were." " Excuse me?" " Where were you 15 years ago?" "What are you talking about?" "This is a search warrant." "As I've already said, I want to be helpful." "So go ahead." "Search my office." "Search my house." "I don't care about what's in your house." "I care about the bullet that's in your leg." "Kenyon Richards, you have the right to remain silent." "Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law." "You have the right to an attorney." "If you can't afford one, the court will provide one for you." "Have you heard and understood these rights?" "Yes." "But I have no idea what you're..." "Pardon me." "Officer." "Thank you." " Lieutenant Provenza already gave..." " Don't." "Don't." "Don't." "Don't do this." "What?" "Sergeant, now is not the time to discuss this." "Kenyon Richards devotes his life to feeding and helping people." "Saving lives in some of the poorest communities in this city." " We will talk about this later, Sergeant." " Lf you..." "If you arrest him, you will be sending a message to every gangster in town that there is no point to change, that they're beyond forgiveness, no matter who they become, they will always be who they were." "I am not sending a message." "I'm solving a murder." "That is my job." "I thought our job was to protect and serve." "Who are we protecting by sending him to prison?" "Who are we serving?" "Okay, I don't know who Kenyon Richards was 15 years ago, but the man he is today, the man that he has become, does not deserve this." "That is for a judge and jury to decide." "Now, if you are ready to substitute your own personal sense of right and wrong for the law, which is what we are sworn to uphold, you should turn your badge in today." "Step aside." "Now." "I said step aside, Sergeant!" "There's no way I'm letting you cut open my leg." "That's an unreasonable search." "Well, I have a judge who says otherwise." "Because on May 5, 1992, at 3:25 a.m., roughly 36 hours before your mother filed that missing persons report on your brother, you were admitted to the hospital with a gunshot wound." "They cleaned and they stitched the wound, but they did not remove the bullet." "They also said that the bullet entered your leg from an unusual angle, suggesting that you were shot during some sort of close struggle." "It's all in there." "That doesn't prove a thing." "This does." "This is the bullet that was lodged in your brother's chest." "It ripped through his armpit, went straight through his heart, also indicating a close struggle." "And I'm confident that ballistics will match this bullet with the one that is in your leg." "All of which means that on May 5th, you and your brother were both shot by the same gun." "This gun." "The one you struggled over." "This is political assassination." "I don't care about politics!" "I'm much more concerned with the facts." "Facts?" " Facts can be manipulated." " Yes, they can." "Like when you claimed you were shot in a drive-by." "Or when you told the Crenshaw neighborhood council, and I quote," ""The development of parcel 5596," ""would be detrimental to the flow of traffic"" ""and displace 30 to 40 low-income houses. " Unquote." "You manipulated the facts to stop anyone from uncovering the body of your brother, who you shot in the heart and wrapped in this tarp, shoved in the trunk of his car, and buried in an unmarked grave." "You manipulated the facts to make everyone think that Darrell's disappearance changed your life." "No." "That's the truth." "What happened to Darrell took me to Father Jack." "And I changed." "I devoted myself to caring for others." "Every day I struggled with making a difference in my community." "The work I've done." "The work I wanna do." "I am Darrell's legacy." "I've already saved more lives than you ever will." "And I can save more." "I can save more!" "You save lives?" "Great." "Give me back the life of your brother and we will call it even." "We don't live in a world where you get to kill people and then decide how to make up for it." "Now, you know about the mercy of God, Kenyon." "But the courts can be merciful, too." "You were a minor." "You made a mistake." "The justice system will take that into account." "But, for mercy, the courts require the truth." "Now, a common criminal might lawyer up and fight this." "Start a riot to protect himself." "But that's not what you are." "If Darrell's death really changed you, now's the time to tell the truth and see how people take it." "Darrell and Terry and those guys, back when they used to deal," "I knew where they kept their stash." "So I used to steal a little bit of it now and then." "I thought Darrell never knew." "Anyway, the riots went off and things were crazy." "People were settling scores and stealing stuff." "And I took a couple of bags of coke from Terry." "Anyway," "Darrell came home from work and he knew I had the drugs, so he snatched me in the backyard and tried to take them from me." "But I was high." "He came at me and I had a gun." "He tried to grab it from me." "It went off and it hit me in the leg." "I was so mad." "I just was so..." "I just was so mad, I..." "I pulled the trigger." "I shot him." "Oh, God, I shot him." "I killed my brother." "He just stared at me." "He just..." "He just stared at me." "I'm so sorry, Darrell." "I'm so sorry." "I'm so sorry." "Do you..." " Do you really think they'll forgive me?" " I do." "And you're under arrest." "May I go speak with him?" "Of course." "It's right down the hall." " Thank you." " Sure." "Hey, Sergeant." "I'm not really in any hurry to get home." "There's a letter waiting for me that I'm not sure I can face just yet." "So, I don't know, if you wanted to talk about earlier?" "Not particularly." "So we okay?" "I'm fine." "Shoot." " You need anything, Chief?" " No." "Thanks." "Sergeant Gabriel left, so I got to book all this evidence." "I'll do that." "You know, Lieutenant, May of 1992, that was a chaotic time." " Yeah." " There was riots and there was looters." "Dozens of murders." "And you were investigating a shooting with no victims." "There's not an officer on this force that would've done anything different." "You're right." "You're right." "I've got a lot of really excellent excuses for not following up with a scared kid who just wanted to turn his life around." "But Darrell Richards is still dead." "Let me do that." "My card." "My case." "Brenda?" "Brenda?" " You all right?" " Yes." "You found it." " Did you open it?" " I can't." "You read it." "Wait." "Wait." "Wait." "Wait." "Wait." "This is all my fault." "I've been lying to my daddy for so long." "And I blamed you." "I'm so sorry." "It's my fault." "It's just..." "It's all my fault." "It's not all your fault." "I mean, maybe I sort of subconsciously answered that phone on purpose." "But I made you do it." "Can you forgive me?" "I forgive you Brenda." "And so does your father."