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Then the person who was chasing the other guy tripped and hit his head. Do you remember anything else? you were the one that killed him! You were the one that killed him! You were the one that killed him? Yeah. I guess he tripped on this... He tripped and then just like that... that would've hurt. I see. And the security camera... Kazu-kun~ I'm back. --Huh? You've been working hard. Yes? get over here. Eh? Here! Come over here. I said to come here! hurry! Just who I wanted to talk to. You can get off the phone now you know. I have some interesting footage. right? Wha-...hey! What are you doing? ! Hey-... Wha-...
My...! What are you doing? ! What are you putting on there? --Footage from a security camera. This is so slow... don't complain about it to me! Go tell that to Madarame-san. Okay. it loaded. It's this. And what's this supposed to be? Here. Tanishige-san yelled at the victim Saegusa-san and said "you were the one that killed him! Tanishige-san also said... He killed him before he fainted. you're saying that the victim... That he killed someone that the suspect knew? That's what I'm going to find out now. the suspect is in a coma right now you know. All further investigations have to be put on hold- -I know. But what's important is... --finding out the truth right? I know you. Is that so? But there's one more thing that I want you to know. everything you're planning to do will end up being useless. what's important to me is finding out the truth. Miyama! Enjoy your trip. You know...
When I'm away you'd better not do anything funny! What do you want? Maybe it's the candy... I'm looking forward to souvenirs. I wonder if it'll rain... It doesn't rain in Monacco at this time! I'm coming in. You've been working hard. Same to you. Chief Otomo has also left you a pretty annoying case hasn't he? Are you talking about the retrial request for the Suginami case? Yeah. I've read the court records. They denied everything. They proclaimed him guilty with just some circumstantial evidence and one eye-witness testimony after all. Seems like it. The complicated part is that the chief prosecutor for this case was Superintendent Jujo from the High Public Prosecutors Office. it will leave a mark on Jujo-san's record. You'd better do a thorough investigation and prepare yourself for the worst. That's all. Togawa-san. Yes? Please investigate Tanishige-san's family. Okay. Then... could you two head to where Tanishige-san works and find out who he's close with? Got it. Let's go Akashi-kun. 21 years... 21 years... --The aura of failure around him is intense... it's fine. How is this fine?
! It's not like I like having my life repeat itself every year like this! Eh? I've been taking the bar exam ever since you were this tiny! What are you talking about? Akashi-kun. This old man will listen to you. Hurry up and go. Fujino-sa~n! See you! let's go talk to the victim. As if he'd even talk to us. but he said he would. why? but he said he would. Let's go. I'll leave the rest to you. See you. I'm heading out! 'kay. Are you okay? It's not that bad. 0)} 0)} how is his condition? He still hasn't regained consciousness. I see. Tanishige-san fell himself and hit his own head? Yes. I see. Will it be seen as my fault? I apologize.
he fell on his own so... He suddenly came at me and part of me is still quite upset about it... I still would like for him to be okay. Did you know Tanishige-san? that was the first time I'd met him. Did you know any of his family or friends? No. Do you know why he wanted to hurt you? I have no idea. I was eating at a nearby restaurant and just as I was about to head home he was waiting in the parking lot. but Tanishige-san said something to you. What did he say? It was all so sudden so I don't remember. He said "you killed him. He must have confused me with someone else. so I have no idea what he was talking about... Excuse us. Did you ever hear about your brother holding a grudge against someone or getting into any sort of trouble? Nothing in particular. but... our father had committed suicide 18 years ago. but just before that she told me and my brother this. Your father was actually murdered. He was murdered? Yes. Me and my brother had always heard from our mom that he had committed suicide but to tell us something like that in the end. My brother became fixated on that and when we were clearing up my moms things we found an old notebook that had belonged to our dad. on the day that he died there was a note that said "PM10 Bar Yamamoto 12". PM10 Bar Yamamoto 12? Our dad committed suicide that night after 11pm. So you think he met someone just before he died?
That's what we think. the 12...? We don't know what it means. Do you know where your father died? My dad ran a food company in Kawasaki called "Shuren Foods". From the roof of the office he... I see. but they told him that because it was declared a suicide there are no records remaining of the incident. but he's all the family I have left now. help him. Um... Can we borrow your father's notebook? Okay. Tanishige-san was waiting for Saegusa-san. He hit him while yelling "you killed him. But Saegusa-san said that this was the first time they'd ever met. So Tanishige-san mistook Saegusa-san for someone else? but there's also a chance that he was killed. before their father died he was waiting for someone. Tanishige-san learned that recently. A possible connection between Tanishige-san's father and Saegusa-san... 18 years ago Shuren Foods was bought out by Gosha Mills. 18 years ago? 1998. December? Two months after Tanishige-san died. We need to find out more about Shuren Foods. Sada-sensei is on vacation though... that won't matter. Eh? It's fine? It's fine. Shiga-sensei! I was just coming to find you.
Is everything okay? You're in charge of our contracts with Gosha Mills right? What would you like to know about that? I was wondering if you could look into a company they acquired 18 years ago called Shuren Foods and their business clients. Sada-sensei will be on vacation starting tomorrow so the only person I can rely on now is you. Is that so... Please! Maybe I should do it? I'll do it. Now then. Thank you very much! Hello? How are things? Is everything okay? You're interested? No... I was just thinking it's not good to let wild horses run loose like that. you're worried about them. That is not the case at all. they are doing fine. That's good then. Please relax and take this opportunity to be with your family. I understand. Thank you. hurry up and pack! Kasumi... Our trip is tomorrow! What does tranquilo mean? Don't know. Is it some new catchphrase?
Don't care. Is it something like snapchat? --I said hurry up and pack! Can you tell me why you don't want to pack so much? Tokai... --I've heard enough. They're coming at 4 to pick this boy up you know. You'd better hurry! Hurry up! Calm down! Looks like they're digging up that case from 18 years ago. 500)} 500)} Yes... well. People always like to make noise and label everything as a false accusation. I made the correct decision. Suginami's murderer was Mashima. Of course. That... if anything comes up I'm going to be relying on you. I'll stay prepared. if you'll excuse me. Twelve... 40 years... {\alphaHFF}3 months... 17 days... 40 years... 3 months...{\alphaHFF} 17 days... 40 years... 3 months... 17 days... 11 hours and 20 minutes. I've lived a long life... I found these in our records room. Are these the morning papers from the day after the incident? Yes. So the police really did declare it as a suicide. After Gosha Mills acquired Shuren Foods they renewed their contracts with all of Shuren Food's former business connections. These are the documents detailing that. Thank you. let's split these up and see if you can find Saegusa-san's name anywhere.
Okay. --Thank you. --Got it. Akashi-kun. From Shuren Foods to Gosha Mills... Are there any old employees at Goren Mills that used to work at Shuren Foods? Why don't you look in to it? All that's left is Bar Yamamoto. During that period I studied about law. yes. For 23 years... Those memories are more sad than anything... I'm sorry for making you talk about such a difficult subject. it's just that president Tanishige had treated us very well. He would joke around with us and was very kind person. if I can be of any help then... Do you remember anything from that time? Yes. On the day the president committed suicide I was working overtime in the office. when I was thinking about heading home the president came back and passed through the hallway. you saw him come back? Yes. After a while I remembered that there were some documents leftover that needed the presidents signature. since he was back I'd just get them over with so I went to his office. and I noticed the door to the roof was open. That was where the president fell from right? Yes. Was it somewhere the president usually went? Not really. That was where the staff smoked and the president wasn't a smoker himself so... then I went to the roof.
Are you okay? ! Mr. President? ! I suddenly heard voices from the road and I saw that the president had fallen. On the roof there was the leftover remains of a cigarette. The remains of a cigarette? Yes. Someone else must have been there then. That's what I thought too. I just couldn't believe the president would kill himself like that. On the roof he had left a birthday cake. A cake huh... A cake huh... --A person who would still be willing to buy a birthday cake for his kids wouldn't just kill himself like that. Did you tell this to the police? I told them this but I don't know why they said it was suicide... It was so strange... I guess maybe they had nothing else. Yeah I remember. which doesn't happen every day you know? the other month president Tanishige's son came here too. He came here? He came to ask if his dad had come here the night he died. Could you tell me what you told him? That day president Tanishige had shown up here at around 10pm. Their office was pretty close so he'd come every so often. Did it look like he waiting for someone? Yeah... But then he got a call from someone.
I think one of my staff is still at the office. but could you whale up on the roof? 26)}[T/N: The president is doing a play on words with "mora-eru" = to wait and "L-size" (eru-saizu)] I'm counting on you! always joking around. Does the number 12 strike anything with you? 12... This was written in president Tanishige's notebook. he wrote 12. does this place close at 12? We stay open until 4am. Right. earlier you said that police had come to talk to you? but I took one anyway! I gave it to president Tanishige's son though. Do you remember which area they were from? Sensei. I'm back. Welcome back. --You've been working hard. Rihaku Freezers. Tanishige-san's dad who owned Shuren Foods had business relations with Saegusa-san who owns Rihaku Freezers? That seems to be the case. I guess it can't be helped. I'll look into Rihaku Freezers more for you. Don't butt in to this. I'll be the one doing it. You sure are enthusiastic about this. you're all just a bunch of lost sheep.
Let's go Ochiai! Okay. Those two sure have nice voices... The next exam is in 5943 hours... --Akashi-kun. You've been like this for too long... This old man has gotten tired of it. Eh? ! please don't say that! I can't take this anymore. Please wait...! Did you find anything? Yeah. President Tanishige was supposed to meet someone at Bar Yamamoto. There he got a call and the meeting moved to the roof of his company. I was able to confirm from someone that the president was on the roof. even though the president himself didn't smoke there was a leftover cigarette on the roof. So he was with someone who smokes... Which could have been Saegusa-san. But we still have nothing solid yet. All that's left is the "12"... Aah... 12. I wonder what it means... We're looking for this person. Hunter Chance. Is that from Yagyuu Hiroshi? 26)}[T/N: Yagyuu Hiroshi is an older Japanese actor from the 60s-70s] it's from the Hunter club. 42)}[T/N:
The Hunters Club is a wrestling group formed by Japanese Pro Wrestler Yoshi Tatsu (Naofumi Yamamoto)] which Tachibana copies.] There! Come in. Sorry for calling on you so suddenly. After you stopped working as a detective I heard you transferred here. huh... 183.778)\frz349.8}"It's tea His son came here the other day too you know. --Thank you! you went to investigate Bar Yamamoto right? I was in charge of that case. It was only the first year since I'd transferred to the detective department. Just before Tanishige-san fell there was an eye-witness report from someone that he had been on the roof with someone. Did you not think there was some other way he could've died? I also thought something was off about his suicide. Normally a person who was planning on committing suicide wouldn't buy a birthday cake. So why did you dispose of the case as a suicide? On the same day there was a murder case in Suginami involving some wealthy family's daughter. Her parents were two big-shots in the economic world and it was eaten up by the media. our reputations were on the line and we had to wrap up Tanishige's case as soon as possible. So you mean no one actually investigated Tanishige-san's case? I was the only person that did the investigations. It took me an entire month to get all the information I could from eye-witness reports and those related to Shuren Foods. Then one guy popped up at the surface of all my investigations. Was it Saegusa Naohiko? so you knew already? Saegusa's company was in a tight spot at the time. but president Tanishige declined their request. Which means there was a motive. The day he died we also got reports that Saegusa was spotted near Shuren Foods.
traces of Saegusa's saliva was found on the cigarette that was left on the roof. If they found that why didn't they arrest him? They were really persistent in saying that there wasn't enough evidence. --What a poor excuse... that's what organizations are like in the end. Let's do this ya bastard Hah? who says it while holding his finger up like the detective is doing.] Can I ask one more thing? In one of president Tanishige's notebooks he wrote the number 12. During your investigations did anything related to that ever turn up? 12? I don't know anything about that. Cabrón 43.333)}[T/N: A throwback to episode 3. It means something like dumbass in Spanish. Tachibana says it because the detective looks like he's doing the pose Tetsuya Naito does when he says the word.] 18 years go president Tanishige met someone just before he died. On the roof they found a leftover half-finished cigarette. They detected traces of Saegusa-san's saliva on it. Even though there were eye-witness reports they were ignored. You're still taking photos? How many are you going to take? I'm the one who knows just how hard all of you have studied for this... There wasn't enough evidence.... How many years has the same thing happened? seriously. yay! It's Takeda and Nishida! Welcome back! Hiroto.
Have you been good? Hiroto! Right now he's doing some "thinking cooking" right now. Even though they were supposed to meet at Bar Yamamoto... if we can conclude that it was Saegusa-san... Putting that aside... But you guys are really crazy! Going on a tour across the country with just a bike trolley. How was it? Bike trolleys are pretty unique right? but we got absolutely nothing! 400)}Miyama's homemade ponzu sauce 28)}[T/N: Ponzu is a type of citrus fruit] Bar Yamamoto. 12... 12... You guys are being real annoying... you were here too? It's been a while Red Light! 42)}[T/N: They're making fun of Akashi's name by taking "Akashi" and turning it into "Akashingo" = Red traffic light] Who the hell is Akashingo! Has your life ended as usual? It has! What're you getting pissed at huh? ! why not we bring this outside! You're just going to lose Akashi... Just you wait and see! I see. Here you go. 0)}Miyama's Fresh onions wrapped with pork ~Generously topped with fresh tomatoes~ Huh? Where's Akashi-san?
He went outside. Eh? Hiroto! You're here again? It's not a guitar in there? I brought my new CD. Utahiroba Jun is a huge MatsuJun fan and live-tweets the drama) and their hit song "Memeshikute"] I wanted Hiro-kun to be the first person to listen to it. Okay. Put this up on the wall. aren't you Takeshi's younger sister? who are you? me. Butaman! Butaman? ! --Yeah! You know each other? Butaman! --Yeah! Butaman! --What a surprise! Butaman! Butaman! --This is the first I've ever heard about this. Isn't your name Takeda Mitsuru? Takeda's "Take" is also read as "Bushi" from "Bushido" right? Then you have Tanbo's "Ta" and it becomes Bu-ta". and Mitsuru is the Man from "Mangetsu" so you get "Butaman". Heh.
Takeda's Take is Bushido's Bu. Your smile is beautiful too... how long are you going to make me wait? ! I kept standing out there thinking "He'll be coming now! Now! I forgot about you. What do you mean you forgot? ! just forget the bad stuff already. How about we have fun and have a few drinks? Even though I studied so hard... Sometimes life's just like that. I can't understand Akashi at all. Have some sympathy would you? ! Tanbo's Tan and Mangetsu's "Man" makes Butaman. You're so cu-te. Wait... That sort of nickname sure is lame~ 28)}[T/N: Miyama is making a pun on the word "adana" = nickname and "iyadana" = don't like] what was that? . It just became really cold all of a sudden That was a bit of turn off... He said it.... That sort of nickname... sure is lame. It just became really cold... come in. Is everything okay? We're sorry for coming in so early in the morning. We have something we would like to ask you.
What would that be? You said you had no connection with Tanishige-san right? That is correct. What about with his father? I don't recall ever knowing a Tanishige. Do you remember the biggest food company you did business with 18 years ago? I don't remember things from that far back. and was also the year that you received a loan from Gosha Mills to help you get back on track. I sure you would have remembered the companies you did with business with during that time. Was it that year? They were called Shuren Foods. Do you remember them? I don't. It's a company that you used to do business with! My memory isn't as good as it used to be. Let's change the question then. at around 11pm do you remember where you were? There's on way I would remember something from that long ago! It was the day Tanishige-san's father passed away. Where were you? I don't remember and I also didn't know that president Tanishige had died. Huh? President Tanishige? How did you know that Tanishige-san's father was a president? Tanishige-san's father was the president of Shuren Foods. Did you know that? he was the president of a company that you did business with. let me ask you again. where were you? You met up with president Tanishige didn't you? I did not.
On the rooftop that president Tanishige fell from there was a leftover birthday cake. Even though president Tanishige did not smoke they found a leftover cigarette. This has nothing to do with me. And on the cigarette they detected traces of your saliva. It's not like they knew when I had that smoke. It won't count as evidence agasint me. Your company was in financial difficulties and you asked for a loan from president Tanishige who refused. You held a grudge for that and when you had the chance to talk with him at his offices you pushed president Tanishige off the roof. We also heard that there were eye-witness reports of you from the detective who was in charge of the case at the time. Before president Tanishige died you were with him. how many times do I need to say this? Please leave. Are you still trying to play dumb? I have work to do. 12-san. aren't you? In one of president Tanishige's notebooks he wrote this down. Here. Could you please take a look at this? 12. This is a nickname taken from another way of reading the characters that make up your name "Saegusa". Sanshi. Sanshi? Sanshi Juuni. and if you multiply that it creates 12 (juuni)] It's a play on words. I really love puns too. On that day... you. And if so? I'll ask the police to re-examine the case.
I was not at that location. You can continue to play dumb all you like but a thorough investigation will uncover everything. Please be prepared for this. they won't investigate it. What are you talking about? I gave a testimony on fair grounds. What do you mean? but no one will be able to arrest me. we should still bring this up to prosecution and ask them to re-open the investigation. On the same day there was that case in Suginami where the daughter of a wealthy family had been murdered. Could it be... Ah! I command you to stop! Of course that wouldn't work... hurry up! Wait--! wait! Good morning. Good morning. Good morning! Sada-sensei. What are you two doing all the way here? It's because... We'll be getting into the car first then! Hey--wait! This bag is... Mama! What do you want? I have no time so if you want to talk be quick about it. Could you postpone your trip? You were the one that told me to enjoy my trip you know.
I'm going to enjoy it as much as I possibly can! There are two cases that should have been unrelated but we've just found out that they have a connection. Hah? Do you remember a case 18 years ago where the daughter of a wealthy family was murdered in Suginami-ku. They've been trying to get a retrial for the case for a number of years now. In this case the suspect was arrested only after one eye-witness account. The man had constantly denied everything but he was sentenced with lifetime imprisonment. who is the victim in our current case with Tanishige-san. It's strange isn't it? The time that Saegusa-san had said he had spotted the suspect for the Suginami murder he should've actually been in a meeting with Tanishige-san's father. but suspicions that he had murdered Tanishige-san's father actually appeared during the investigations. they were pressured to put a stop to all investigations. Why was that the case? I would like an explanation. As the prosecutor who was in charge of the Suginami case at the time. I want it from you. Mom, why'd you get us the same backpacks? We look like our aunt just found out about sewing machines. They were on sale... Four for one. Look, mom, we took a career test at school today. It tells us what job is a good fit for our personality. It's my job to tell you that. Your school has no business... Surgeon General, very good, Evan. Dang, fool. Even by Chinese standards, you're a nerd. My backpack doesn't agree with you. Just ignore him, baby.
Soon you will be a doctor with the power of the military. No one expects a coup from the Surgeon General. But he'd just be overthrowing Emery, who I'm sure got preside... Flight attendant? I like travel, snacks, and being helpful. It checks all the boxes. Oh, flight attendants don't even get a seat on the plane. They walk back and forth pushing a cart. They're the homeless of the sky! Sir, your lab results are in. Your diagnosis... Butt face. S02E14 Michael Chang Fever _ Here, let me help you. It's okay, I got it. Here you got, grandma. I see you have a magazine. May I help you with your soda? _ Everyone, come on. The Super Bowl is on. But the Super Bowl isn't until the end of the month. It's the Asian Super Bowl. Michael Chang is in the Australian Open. We are witnessing history. _ Mm. I prefer Pete Sampras. No way!
How can you not be a member of the Chang Gang? 14. I had these made. You boys are so lucky to have an Asian pro athlete to look up to. It's way more than what I had. Ooh! Hell yeah, Jin-Ho! That was a flagrant takedown. Way to ref-er-ee! Yeah, way to dominate with the rules. He's Asian. He got the call wrong, but you always support your own. How are their socks longer than their shorts? I'm out. Are you joking? This is the greatest game known to mankind. It is a sport that is both aggressive and elegant, just like your mother. I have a question. Great. A question from a real fan. Why is tennis so boring? They keep taking about Grand Slams, but I don't see pancakes anywhere. And why are the balls and the court green? Seems like a design flaw. You know what? Just leave. Okay! Ace! Go, Chang. Whoo!
Well, Betsy, if you take a look at the leaders in tournament wins and prize money, Michael Chang is right up there. He's earned millions of dollars. 15-Love. Scoring system is based on love. Hey, would you be interested in learning how to play? - Yes. - Yes. Why does this homework look so hard? Oh, it's Evan's. Grabbed the wrong backpack. Ain't that some bunk, G-Dubs? "Get me my Pogs or else"? I think I accidentally got the remedial homework. What's up with this? Are you getting picked on? This kid at school keeps bugging me for my Pogs. See, this only happens to nerds. Thank you for your help. Why didn't you come to me? This is my thing. All you got to do with mean kids is make yourself big like a bear. You look constipated. Whatever, man. Nobody's gonna step to this. Give it a try. I don't know. Come on. Just arch your back, stick out your chest, stand on your toes, and give me your hardest look. Like this?
No. Let me help you carry your tennis stuff, mom. Oh, that's okay. That's for being a flight attendant, not for tennis. Don't be silly. I'm just helping. Give it. Give it back! Okay. It looks like we all have tennis fever. I'll coach him on his serve. Why don't you return anything that makes it over the net? Okay, Emery. Tennis... at its core, it's about discipline, sportsmanship, style. Hurry up! Michael Chang started at age 6. We're already behind. Jessica, he needs to learn the "why" before the "how." Sorry. Don't apologize. Okay, sorry. Uh, how did you know how to do that? I'm just doing what I saw on TV. Is that okay? Uh, yeah. Here. Do it again. Wow. He's really got a smooth swing. Oh, thank...
Hey, you look familiar. You're that bank teller who never has any singles. Uh, Jessica, that's Billie Jean King, one of the greatest tennis players of all time after Michael Chang. Well, actually, I was much, much better than Michael Chang by every possible career measurement. Hmm. Uh, what are you doing in Orlando? Oh, I have to be down here 183 days a year for tax purposes. Hmm. You know, he's a natural. I think you could really go far. - Really? - Yes. Hey, Tennis! I'd like to buy all the lessons! They're $45 an hour. I want to buy one of the lessons for Louis, then he can teach Emery all of the lessons. Emery has a gift for tennis. We could do father-son tournaments. Flight attendant, my ass. He'll get sports scholarships. I'll be his coach. I could pass my skills onto him, and he to his son. He could just win prize money, and then he'll just buy an election. One day, he'll defeat me on the court. We won't speak for years, but we'll make up when I'm on my death bed. I bought this book on child sports prodigies. Most of them grew up an only child. Grab your essentials. Emery's moving into your room. What?
Why? So he doesn't have to share a bunk with Evan. He needs to get proper rest without distractions. Don't worry. It's not forever. It's just while Emery is training, and he will always be training. I heard that. You're like three feet away. Why wouldn't I hear that? Hello, Eddie. The top bunk is mine. Let's go over the BMA. Bunk Mate Agreement? They're ground rules for living in my space. Rule 1... Do not rearrange the star stickers on the ceiling. They're set for the equinox. That's Rule 1? Rule 2... If I get stuck in my shirt, you will help me remove my shirt. A "G" and a nerd sharing a room. It's like "The Odd Couple" up in here. Rule 3... you may only use references I understand. - It doesn't say that. - It does. Okay, so, how'd it go with that mean kid at school? - Did you get big? - I did. - Did it work? - It didn't.
What happened? The kid is a fifth-grader who knows that trick. I don't know what to do. If anyone's gonna pick on you, it's gonna be me. Guess I have to regulate. Hello? Remember? Rule 2? Whoo-hoo-hoo! Yeah! Sorry. Dumplings are for athletes. Go. My son is the one blasting aces. Let us know if there's something you want him to endorse. _ Tagging in. Sorry! Chang blows a forehand past Becker. Things are heating up in the finals of the Australian Open. That's right, Chang. Tire him out. Chang will win because he works hard, and hard work always pays off. Mm-hmm. You got this, baby. - You stand on the shoulders of Jin-Ho. - Yes. No! Game, set, match... Becker.
- Ohh! - Aah! Well, at least he lost to the best. You see, Emery, the life lesson here is... Chang didn't work hard enough. Second place is just the last to lose. No. The life lesson here is anything that happens in Australia doesn't count. Sorry I can't hang with you, boo. Got to take care of some business. Oh, okay. I was gonna tell you there's an ice cream truck outside. Rumor has it they're running a special on Bomb Pops. What's that? A schedule for Emery's training. What about school? All this will be in addition to school. It will go tennis then school, school and tennis until he's the best. Okay, you're going a little overboard with this whole thing. Thank you. No, no. It's too much, Jessica. I'm glad Emery's good at tennis, but let's have a little perspective. He's only 10 years old. You're right. I've made a mistake. We have to fire your father. Okay. Why didn't you get a Bomb Pop, man? I don't eat our nation's colors.
Regulators, look. We got here just in time. Nobody stop me! Hold up. This is the game plan. We're gonna roll up and be like, bla-ow, but with our faces. And then that kid will know. Yo! What? ! This is who's bugging you? That's her all right. Get her! Ugh, why are you taking Evan's Pogs? I haven't been taking them. I've been winning them. He owes me big time. Wait, I thought you just collected Pogs. It's a game, too? Yeah, man. You throw a slammer at a stack of Pogs. Whichever Pogs land face up you get to keep. I'm not trying to understand this, Dave. How did you lose Pogs you don't even have? Stacey loaned me some. I'm on a cold streak, but I'll pay her back. Let's go another round. I'm good for it. Pile them up, Stacey! I think he has a problem.
Are you afraid, Stacey? Are you afraid of my Pog hand? Because you should be! Now, your final match is coming up, and I need to discuss something important with you. Hairstyle. Dad, I think we can all agree we want me to be the best tennis player I can be. Exactly. We'll go with curls. Which is why in order for me to get to the next level, we have to make a coaching change. Are you firing me? Sorry. Did you put him up to this? Yes. Emery, I'm so proud of you for having the courage to fire your father so you can achieve excellence. A flight attendant wouldn't have the eggs to do that. Thanks, mom. You're fired, too. What? You've been a little distracting at my matches. Out. In! Fault. Are you blind? Here, take these. They will help... with your blindness. You have to come down eventually. I just get fired up because I want to see you win. I think we can all agree we want me to be the best... Don't give me that speech. I wrote that speech.
I give you that speech. Wait, if I'm not going to coach you, who is? We can't afford a ton of lessons. Actually, I found someone who will do it for free. Hi, folks. I promise I'll coach your boy as if he were my own son. Let's go, you little puke. Bye, mom. Bye, dad. See you at dinner. We've been checkmated, Louis. Checkmated at tennis. I can't believe you lied to me. I thought you were getting picked on. I'm addicted, okay? I'm addicted to playing Pogs. I don't even get what you see in that noise. I love the thrill of taking risks, laying it all on the line. But I know I've gone too far. So you know what you have to do? Steal money from mom's purse. Shut up! You crazy? ! Mom might hear you! And I know when to do it, too. She sleeps heavy after she eats Mexican food, so I just have to wait until it's burrito Thursday. Dang, that's cold. You're not a nerd. You're a lowercase "g."
Look, I respect the thought, but you'd probably get mom's decoy purse anyways. Don't worry. I know how to get Stacey off your back. Well, it's good that Emery is taking his training so seriously. Great work. Now treat yourself to 15 laps around the block. Billie Jean disguises punishment as treats. She gets it. I'm not exactly thrilled we got fired. But Emery is embracing tennis, and he's learning from the best. We both got what we wanted. I'm glad we're on the same page. No, we're not. I was just encouraging his love for the game, which would hopefully turn into a lifelong father-son connection. You made it into a competitive thing. We're both mad at Emery, I know, but at least we get to go to his matches and watch him win. Did you bring my glasses? Yes, I-I got them, I got them. Uh, I'm afraid I can't let you in. Why not? You've been banned from matches for harassing our umpire. But how could he tell who harassed him if he's blind? Jessica, look. They both have success perms. Great final-match hairstyle. Let's just go. I don't want to distract Emery. I want him to achieve excellence. You're wasting your time as a gate attendant. This is beautiful.
Thanks for coming, Stacey. You've been looking good, girl. You been doing that Tae Bo? Just give me my Pogs. I'll get right to it, then. We called you here to ask for one final Pog match. If Evan wins, you'll forgive his debt. If he loses, I'll give you this. A mint-condition Garbage Pail Kid... 1985 Stinky Stan. It's worth twice the Pogs Evan owes you. Get your slammer. I need to borrow one. Who's this? The best gambler in our family. Grandma, are you sure you know how to play this game? _ You did it, grandma! They're all face up! We won! - Double or nothing! - What are you doing, man? We did it. It's over. I need the energy. No! Never leave a hot table! I won the Round Robin Tournament. Oh, that's fantastic. I wish we could have been there... But at least you're on a better career path.
Coach King wants to enroll me in a tennis academy at Coral Gables. It's super-hard to get into. It's where all the best players train. It's a four-hour drive, so I'd have to move there for the year. Move? But you're only 10. That's why I don't want to do it. I mean, if it's okay with you. It's okay with us. Uh, Emery, are you sure about this? Yeah. I'd miss you guys too much. Great. Well, whatever you want to do, we support you. Thanks. Tennis is fun and stuff, but there are a lot of things I want to do, like flying around the world as a flight attendant. Well, I guess we need to embrace the kid we have. Like you said, whatever he wants to do, we'll support him. Absolutely. Space camp? Astronauts are like flight attendants, but for science. Travel, snacks, helping others. It checks all the boxes. What are you doing? Embracing the kid we have. If he's gonna be a flight attendant, he's gonna be the best kind. I'm gonna float down the aisle of the spaceship and say, "Trash? Trash? Trash?" Hey.
I was thinking about what you said about needing that energy. Here. "Dum Dum's Guide to Becoming a Stockbroker"? I read an article in Vibe magazine about Russell Simmons. The stock market is his jam. He says, if you're gonna gamble, gamble with other people's money. Thanks. I'll check it out. I'm sorry about before. You don't really have a butt face. Cool. Hey, I'm not training for tennis anymore, so we can switch back bedrooms. Know what? I want to crash with Evan for one more night. Just two G's in a bunk bed. Eddie, rule number 1! Nice to see you. Where's Emery? Please sit, Billie Jean King. I think we can all agree that we want what's best for Emery. Are you firing me? Yes. And you were doing this for free, so it must be especially painful. Okay. Hey, what the heck? ! Find yourself, Billie Jean. So, is Pete Sampras nice? No, you know what? I don't want to know.
I don't want to know. I'm gonna be, like, the ambassador of the human race. Got my date wrong. I need some space, but let's still be friends. - I need you all to leave. - He's kicking us out. I still want to hire you for this position. I'm going back to New York. You can't run from this forever, Ozzie. Empathy. Gina is Empathy. What are you doing? Shut up. I'm on a date. You've met someone? That's great! That's not... No. It's for the mission. Of course. You know, Nancy, you... really know how to show a guy a good time. And... thanks for paying for dinner. My pleasure. I'm definitely gonna check out Ayn Rand's stuff. She sounds so interesting. - Ayn. It's pronounced... - Ayn. You should get people's names right.
Well... "Ayn" having a very good time tonight. So, what else can you tell me about Gina? I think I pretty much covered everything. You know, her likes, her dislikes, how we met, where she lives. - And there's nothing else... - I should know? Okay. Yeah. I think I know what's going on here. - You do? - Listen. There is nothing going on between me and Gina. I mean, yes, I've always thought she had a crush on me, but... she is not my type. You are. - What do I do? - Kiss him! Look, I really... I'm tempted to invite you in right now, but I'm... I'm still transitioning from divorced guy to single guy, so... Very well. Good night. I'll see you at StarCrossed tomorrow. I look forward to it. She's the one. I've gathered useful intel on Empathy from this asset. Empathy? You mean... The woman who killed Kurt. Sweet Kurt.
I'm gonna use his knowledge to make her death as painful as possible. That doesn't sound like it's on-mission. I'll humiliate Empathy, and then I'll put an end to her. It'll be clean. Efficient. Maybe we should just talk about this before you do anything. I'm done talking. Now is the time for action. Mom, you didn't have to do all this. Well, I'm just so glad to have you back in town. You've got a new job at The New York Times. Safe. Stable. Prestigious. Next thing you know, you'll meet someone. Maybe like that nice girl you dated who was with the circus. She wasn't in the circus, Mom. She was a yoga teacher who had a nose ring. Hey, Mom, do you know where my Social Security card and birth certificate are? You're a grown man. You should know where your documents are. I do. I have copies. I just... I leave the originals here. I leave everything that's important here, so it's safe. I gave all that stuff to your father. - He has more storage space at his place. - What? No...
Ozzie, relax. He's not that bad. That's easy for you to say. You got to divorce him. I did not expect to have to have an awkward time at Uncle Daddy's house today. - Doug? - Hey. Chelsea. What can I do for you? I wanted to see how you were doing. I'm fine, thank you. Are you, um... are you going somewhere? Yes. I'm taking a vacation. After all the stuff that happened, I just, um... need a little time to think. - Because of the kidnapping? - Yes. And other stuff. Where are you going? The Bronze Star Inn. In Schenectady. By the outlet mall? I was in a band a long time ago. Operation Mongoose. No way. My gosh. - Look at you! - Yeah. Guess who's getting the band back together again.
Wow. It's happening. Pretend you just ordered some nice, steamy pizza. The delivery guy's on his way up the walk, then bam! Gets bit by a dog. - We don't have a dog. - It doesn't matter. It was on your property. Does home insurance cover it? No. Life insurance? Nope. Umbrella insurance covers everything. Maybe we should get it. Maybe you should. It's like putting bubble wrap around all your worries. Plus you get one of these bad boys. Where do we sign? It's been an eventful couple of weeks. Let's... let's just do the... Kelly, what are you doing? I'm... I'm lounging. It's... it's a lounge. Right. Can you do that without your shoes on, please? Can we not meet in a store? Sorry we're late. We were carpooling.
Is that what the kids call it? - Okay, great. - Hi guys. Um, come on in. Let's see. Guys, we really do have to be out of the store by 9:45. Is everyone really clear on the concept of a hard out? - 'Cause I can't... - Yes. We are clear on that. - Let's begin. - No. No, actually, we can't begin, because... Nancy still doesn't have all of her introduction materials, so... Um, right, okay. Um... Here's your binder. Pick a sponsor. Don't make a whole thing out of it. I've got all the time in the world... murderer. I'll be your sponsor, Nancy. There you go. Don? Yeah. H-hi, Jonathan. What is happening right now? Why are you working in a coffee shop? It's related to the mission. It's the truth. It's not.
It's not. I'm lying. Can we talk by the milk station? Wow, that's a lovely scarf. No, don't change the subject. Does Jeff know you work here? Technically, no... no. But don't... please don't tell him. Who am I gonna tell? I went rogue. Yeah. I didn't want to bring it up, but I heard through the grapevine. Sorry about that. No. Not at all. I'm enjoying my new-found freedom. I'm out there in the world, you know? But hey, listen, I'm a little strapped for cash. Could you get me an iced mocha macchiato on the house? - Of course. - Cool. And maybe... could you give me your tips? Okay, so, how... how was your week, Richard? Well, there was this one incident. Hey, Richard. There's a long-distance call for you on line two. - Who is it? - I don't know. I couldn't understand it. They were speaking Klingon.
Like a Klingon would use a landline. So how'd that make you feel? Okay, I can't process things when you're rushing along my healing. Well, to be clear, I'm rushing through everyone's healing. Okay, Kelly, your turn to share. Um, I feel like your energy's a little too, like, overwhelmed-grad-student right now. Is there a way that we could do this another time and place that's not so rushed? I'm working on it. Nothing has come through yet. Sorry. Nancy, I'm sorry. Things aren't normally this chaotic. My offer still stands. We could meet up tonight at my barn. It would have to be, like, you know, 7:30. - I still got to feed the cows. - Sure, let's meet up there. Sounds murder-y. I like it. The store opens in five minutes. Can you do me a favor and just pick up your trash? And if you'd please put the pillows around and distribute them, I'd be really grateful. - Check the alarm. - I'm not going out the back. Go out the back. Check the alarm, guys. Nam myoho renge kyo. Nam myoho renge kyo. Dad, are you home?
Nam myoho renge kyo. Nam myoho renge kyo. - Dad? - Nam myoho... - Hey, Dad? - Renge kyo. Nam myoho... You can join me if you want. No. I'm good. Ozzie! My man! Okay. All right. Yeah, it's good to see you too, Dad. So, when did you become a Buddhist? About four months ago. Got into it for this chick. She left, but it stayed. Well, all right. Did Mom call you and tell you I need to pick up some documents? Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, I keep all that stuff cataloged in my office. Dad, what's this? Was I in Beacon as a kid? I can't answer that. What do you mean, you can't answer it? It's a yes or no question.
That I can't answer. Your mother made me promise. I'm sorry. All right. I'll just ask her myself. No. Put that away. We're gonna have to have a family meeting. Family meeting? We never have those. What's going on? Welcome to the Coconut Lounge, where the drinks are cold and the jazz is hot. This next number is one of our first songs we ever wrote together. It's called "Serengeti Rhapsody." Uno. Dos. Uno. Dos. Tres. Bless you, bless you. I-I met someone. He's, um, from Iceland. He's really sweet, and we're taking it slow. Good for you. Good, good, good. Sounds like progress. He's cool. He's, like, um... he's not really cool, but I don't really care. Which... I guess is maturity.
Yes, Nancy. Do you have something that you'd like to share with Kelly? No. I would like to schedule a one-on-one appointment with you, Gina. Just you and me. Alone. I'm shy. We don't really do that here at StarCrossed. The point of group therapy is to connect with people who share a common experience. You're new. I made the same mistake. But you're doing great. Everybody loves you. Man, so desperate for love. You lost me? ! You wandered off. That's good. Blame the nine-year-old. Can you let us explain? Believe me, we know. It was not our proudest parenting moment. Fine, just tell me what happened. Okay. Yes, we went to Beacon. There was a heat wave that summer. And we thought we'd go to the lake, but your father got lost. We almost hit a deer at one point. Wait, you almost hit a deer? So now we're all hungry and lost, so we go to a grocery store for some snacks.
Next thing I know, we're yelling at each other. I can't even remember what we were fighting about. Anything and everything. We could see that you were upset, so we got you a grape soda and we sat you on the horsey ride. And, after a few minutes, we looked up, and you were gone. Ozzie! We ran ourselves crazy looking for you. We... we searched all over town. I've never been more scared than I was that day. The worst 48 hours of my life. We thought we'd lost you for good. And then, out of nowhere, we got a call. One of the stock boys had found you asleep behind the big bags of dog food. I blamed him for losing you. He blamed me. And the guilt tore us apart. Soon after that, we got a divorce. Wow. We thought you'd be more upset. You're not mad at us for losing you? No, I'm-I'm furious at you, but this explains everything... all the deja vu that I've been having in Beacon... it was just that I was suppressing the memories of this divorce. Beacon was the place where my family fell apart. That's why Beacon triggered... all the anxiety and my breakdown. It wasn't aliens. Aliens? Yeah, here's the thing. I wasn't in Beacon writing a Civil War novel. I was in therapy because I thought I'd been abducted by aliens. Abducted by aliens? Therapy?
Good news. I wasn't. All right? All of the trauma that I was going through was just because you all were horrible parents, which, no offense, but this is a relief... if you see it from my side. So, like, what, you were seeing, little green guys or something? Like, a tall lizard guy, and then there was, like, a Nordic, like, white one with long hair. It's-it's beside the point. I had my quit my job, and I was in this support group. I was living in a shitty motel. I had a piece of metal taken out of my head, which I need to talk to you guys about that at some point... but I had really spiraled. Ozzie, why didn't you tell us? You kept a secret from me for 30 years. I kept one for two months. So I think... it's a little kettle-calling-the-pot-kettle. So, Nancy, last time, you mentioned you lost a friend. I believe his name was Kirk. Kurt, actually. Y-yeah, is he your boyfriend? 'Cause you never actually mentioned... He was my co-worker. But you were close. Yes, we were very close. Did you feel that you and Kurt... were more than just coworkers? Yes, I suppose we were. - We had a... - Special bond. Did you love Kurt? Is she taunting me? Does she want to luxuriate in the details of the murder she committed? I won't give her the pleasure.
I came here to join this group for support. I did not come here to be interrogated in a barn by some quack. No! Nancy! Use that! Your anger is good! Own it! Own it! Or take it out on me if you need to. I know what this is. She's super jealous. She thinks you're in love with me. Why would she think that? I don't know. Well, um... I know we're a bunch of old guys up there, and we're a little rusty. You have a number-one fan here. - Okay. Well, thank you. - Yeah. I had no idea there was this side to you. It's something that doesn't come up in my day job, right? So... - No, I had fun. - Well, thank you. Okay, um, well, it is getting late tonight. I should probably head back. Yes, and I... you know, they're loading up, so I just need to help the fellows load up. - Yeah. Sure.
- So... see you around. - Yeah. Sure. - Okay. - Okay. - Yeah. - Take it easy. - You too. Good night. Bye. Keyboards. Ozzie? I thought maybe you'd like to see this. What's this? I couldn't stop thinking about that day in Beacon, and when you mentioned the alien therapy thing, I remembered you started drawing these right after you got lost. I drew this? And about 500 others. There's another shoe box full in the bedroom. You called it "Snake Man and Little Guy." And you didn't think this was weird? It creeped me out at the time. I wanted to take you to therapy, but your father said it was... quote, "white people shit." I still think it is. No offense. We just felt you needed to see these... after what you told us. I appreciate that. I thought I had an answer, and now I have more questions. You know, Nancy seemed pretty shaken up. I'm gonna go check on her.
Sorry, Gina. I just... Okay, um, maybe that's a good stopping place. Ennis, can we use the barn next week? No. The barn's booked for a wedding. Yeah, can I say something? We should take a break. What do you mean? I mean... - what is that? - Calista, shut up. Look around. You know, we're half gone. We're in a barn. Seems like we're just forcing it. It doesn't really feel like group anymore. Doesn't. And I know what groups feel like. I'm in a lot of groups. I'm in... I'm in, the Knitting Circle, and then Let's Take a Hike With Seniors and Death Talk Cafe... Okay! Okay, okay. Okay, cool. Okay, cool. Great. So, our next meeting is TBD. Or how about not at all? How about that?
- No. No, that's extreme. - No, no. Is it? Is that extreme, Margaret? Well, how's... how's this for extreme, okay? Holding this entire group... on my shoulders for all of this time, okay? Holding... trying to find places to meet... and trying to help people... and giving and giving and giving... and giving and giving and giving and giving... until there is nothing left of the giving tree! Do you know what happens then? It dies! And everybody sits around on the stump of the tree! Good! Why don't you just have your meetings... You know what? Maybe I need a break. Aah, it! It's TBD! - Shh. - What? You're gonna wake up Ozzie. This just gets weirder and weirder. - Empathize... - With this. Oh! Everybody I never wanted to see again, all in one room. So, tell me why we're here again? Um... Uh... Right.
'Cause the dream never dies. Well, uh... uh, nerds are supposed to be cool now, right? Yeah. Yeah, maybe, you know. Let's see if we're grandfathered in. Yeah. Oops. Sorry. Come on, man, aren't we a little too old for that now? Too old for what... exactly? Um... too old to fall back on an outdated social hierarchy that penalizes achievement and rewards mediocrity. Oh. That sounded like an insult. I think. Um... Whoa, it's... No, don't. Don't. ...my life coach, so... Okay. Ooh. Come on. Wow. Looks like it's just me and you. * It's the same as the emotion... * Yeah, you know. That and your teensy, weensy, little... * Give me your heart, make it real or else... * Hey, so what'd you end up doing after high school? I joined Special Forces.
Got my CPA degree off the GI Bill. You should check it out. I'm gonna kick your ass. Yeah, good luck with that. Um... you meant today, right? Whoa. No. Hey. Hey, hey, hey. Hey. Hey, hey. Hey. Oh. Oh, no, no, no. Oh. Somebody call 911! Call 911! Oh. What's Torres doing here? I don't know. He and Quinn don't officially start till Monday. Hey, Torres. Hey, what's up? Hey, you know, uh... you know it's Friday night, right? - Yeah, I know. Just not really sure how this whole desk thing works, so, uh... figured I'd drop off a few things early. Starting with a picture of yourself. Yeah. It's a reminder. Of...?
Something I like to be reminded of. Hmm. Okay, we got to go. Talk to you Monday. Oh, you guys are... late to spinning class or something? Uh, no, Gibbs is famous for coming in just before the weekend starts and saying... Grab your gear. That a well-timed illustration, boss? Got a death at Quantico. Okay. - Are you coming? I'm not much of a varsity letters guy. - James Bruno. Graduated Puller High 15 years ago. Barely, from what I hear. His father was stationed at the motor pool on base. - So, what do you think? Involuntary manslaughter? Yeah. Maybe. Jethro Gibbs doesn't like to commit. That's why it's the perfect job for him. Thanks for calling me. I'm ready to get started. Get started. Okay. All right, what did I miss? Your jacket. Okay. Oh, I don't know, he looks fine.
Just fine. Who is he? Oh, that's Agent Torres. Oh, that's great. Who are you? A-Agent Quinn. I swear, I barely touched him. I mean, I just did a controlled throw so that he would think twice about touching me. So, what started the fight? Nothing. He's just that kind of guy. He's just always starting something. When was the last time you saw him? Uh, I haven't seen him since high school. 15 years. Looks like nothing's changed. The teenage years are fraught with peril. The frontal cortex is responsible for self-regulation. It develops gradually over adolescence. Unfortunately, in some adults, well, it never occurs. You aren't talking about anyone in particular, are you, Doctor? 'Cause I was only popping that bubble wrap to see if it was still... The victim, Mr. Palmer. I was referring to the victim. - What about him? Well, I don't see anything obvious, but this hypersalivation suggests there's some sort of poison at work. Boss, we got a problem. What do you got, McGee? Talked to one of the eyewitnesses.
They saw Bruno arrive early, put something in one of these lockers and it wasn't a math book. Stand clear. - Yeah. I think this guy had issues. So, this button moves forward; this one moves backwards, and this is the "Oops, How Did That Get There?" button. The what? We push it when Gibbs asks for the impossible to distract him. I-It's preloaded with pictures of his ex-wives or Jimmy Palmer making turducken, stuff like that. And you think he doesn't know what you're doing? He's good. He's not that good. All right, Jim Bruno. Let's go. - Jim Bruno, born James. Left home after high school, never came back. Yeah, he got a job teaching shop at a community college. Ended after a burglary conviction. Wrong button. Oops. - Bruno's never paid taxes, never voted, and has no recent home address we can find. Yeah, your doc confirms that he was poisoned to death. Are we sure the explosive was his? We are now. A base surveillance camera shows him assembling a bomb in his car. Bomb squad's sending it to Abby. Said there's enough explosives in there to level the gym. Bruno would've ended up killing his entire high school graduating class. McGee and Quinn. High school records.
On it. Bishop and Torres, go talk to his teachers. See who remembers him. Uh... Yeah? What desk should I be at? - Right here. My old desk. Putting baby in the corner? That's where you sat when you were a probie. Since when do you sit down? Oh. Uh... There's five of us here now. Gonna have to... rearrange some stuff. You try to do what you can for these kids, be sensitive to their needs but some of them are just, well, beyond reach, you know? Hey! Hey! Don't just pull the poster down! Take the tape off the wall! Idiots. Sorry, where were we? You were just telling us how sensitive you can be. Hey, I did what I could for that kid. His senior year, I spent eight weekends in a row in Saturday detention with him, trying to whip him into shape. Nothing took. Always causing a ruckus. Recent contact? No... but it's a tight community. I heard a rumor he was renting a room from an old substitute teacher.
Do you think he was targeting anyone in particular? Take your pick. That punk had problems with everyone in the school. How many had problems with him? What, you're looking for a list or something? His death wasn't accidental. He was poisoned. Well, then you got your work cut out for you. Everyone had problems with that kid. Abbs, McGee said you had something for me. Yup. Yup, I do. Yeah. Behind your back. No... no, this is some... it's nothing. It's just... Well, it's my... it's my high school yearbook. I thought I would, you know, get in the mood for the case. It's a very bad move. I don't want to talk about it. Works for me. It's just that... high school, you know? It's where I found my... I don't know, style? And realized my obsession with blood-spatter patterns. Speaking of which... It just wasn't a great combo for making friends and influencing people. I had a lot of, um, alone time in high school, but... let's just leave it at that 'cause I said I didn't want to talk about it, remember?
Yes. Okay. Good. On to happier subjects. This is the explosive device that Bruno was going to use to commit mass murder. It has a wireless receiver and it was built from a toy remote-control car kit. Can you trace it? Hopefully or eventually. Don't be so impatient. How close did Bruno need to get to trigger the explosive? Well, it's a long-range transmitter, so he wasn't, like, suicidal, if that's what you're thinking. As a matter of fact, he was trying to quit smoking and that is what actually killed him. The killer spiked his nicotine patch with a cyanide analogue about 20 minutes before he put it on, according to the adhesive oxidation. That rules out everyone at the reunion. I know. Ducky said that Bruno was already wearing the patch when he got there. That's good news. 'Cause it narrows down our suspect list. Yeah. To zero. If I never see a retired substitute teacher again, it'll be too soon. How many are left? Well, five down, six to go. Quinn's got another five. Ma'am, hello. NCIS. I'm, uh, Special Agent Timothy McGee and this is Special Agent Bishop here. Hi, there.
Uh, are you currently renting a room to this man? Aren't you two cute. I'll take two boxes of Skinny Mints and two boxes of Peanut Butteries. - My apologies. I don't see so well these days. I could've sworn you said you were selling cookies. Wishful thinking, I guess. I do love Skinny Mints. Mmm, I do, too. So how long has Bruno been living here? Several years now, poor thing. Would you like some coffee? Uh, no, thanks, I'm okay, ma'am. Heard on the radio what happened. Don't buy a word of it. - Really? Why not? James Bruno was such a nice boy. Always paid his rent on time. Wouldn't hurt a fly. Cream? Uh, no, ma'am, I actually said I didn't want coffee. Cream it is. - Uh... did you know that he had a criminal record? I'm blind, honey, not an idiot. I did my background check before I rented the room. Which is back this way, if you want to see it. I didn't learn anything I didn't know already, though. I remember that boy from high school. We heard he was trouble back then.
Oh, he was. Everyone hated him. But then he changed senior year. Out of the blue, he started dating one of the most popular girls in class. It was the darndest thing. She turned that boy's whole life around. And his attitude. He ended up being quite well-liked. Here you go. You got a key? No. I don't go in there. He likes his privacy. Boys and their boy antics. What a tragic ending. But I don't believe for a second he's capable of murder. I can't imagine why anyone he went to school with would want to kill him. Or why anyone would at all, for that matter. Know what I mean? All right. He was a good kid. - Not that good. - Look at this, iPads, jewelry, paintings. - Oh, where he get all that stuff? - Good question. Okay, people, we have fine art on table A. Electronics on table B. Jewelry and household goods, tables C... There's a lot of stuff here, how much do you think this is all worth? All these wonderful prizes are worth tens of thousands of dollars and they can all be yours,
Timothy McGee, if you can answer the NCIS bonus question. Where'd it come from? Actually, boss, I can answer that. Burglaries. All over the city. Torres dug up this report. Metro PD's been tracking a citywide theft ring for over half a decade. - This is all they got? Yup. Clearly Bruno didn't do all this himself, but Metro never generated a single lead on whoever was involved. - Well, I have one. Not to brag. All the fingerprints that I found in the room belonged to Bruno. But I also found this, which did not, according to Ducky. Bruno had a visitor with a really bad case of pityriasis capitis. AKA dandruff. Left flakes everywhere. Like snow. That teacher see anyone? I don't think she's seen anyone since the '90s, boss. She did say Bruno would have an occasional visitor. Said it was, "A man or maybe a woman, I think." Whoever they are, I'll bet you dollars to donuts that they are gonna be coming back for this stuff. Take Quinn, McGee, eyes on that house 24/7. Abbs? Don't even think about it. - So how long has it been since you've been on stakeout? - It's been a while. But I-I'm good to go.
I taught yearly seminars on it. Oh, I... I remember. Oh, that's right. I did forgot one crucial element. What's that? Hydration is your enemy. Ah, yeah. Well... Men's room. Ladies' room. No. I am not at DEFCON 1 yet. But you will be the first to know. You will be the one with the bag on your head. - What is she doing? We told her to stay in the house. Well, we told her to do what she normally does, so... Does she normally water the bird feeder? - Aw, be nice. She's a lonely old lady. Which reminds me, Bishop told me you're going to propose to your girlfriend. Congrats. Thanks. Tho... uh, those two things reminded you of each other? Oh. When are you gonna pop the question? When it's time. And when is that time?
I don't know. I'm not exactly sure yet. I know I'm just gonna feel it out and... you know, I... I think... I'll just know, you know? - Yeah. Mm-hmm. - Right. No. I'll know that it's time when it's time. When might that be? I... Ooh, I see something. Yeah, it was really good chatting. Oh, yeah. Ooh, I got to go. - She won't tell us who she is. - Yeah, still no hits on her prints. Abby confirmed that it's her dandruff in our dead guy's room. Any I.D.? Only thing she had on her was her purse. - Yeah, and I have been to drug-lord torture rooms less scary. Me? Oh. Yup. What's your name? Okay. Where do you live? Okay. What were you doing in Jimmy Bruno's house?
All right, we can sit here all day doing this... Hey. Are you hungry? Yeah? Here you go. Hey. How's the interrogation going? Well, just as you thought. Gibbs is slow walking it. Seeing if Torres will pick up the pace. Hmm, how's he doing? Well, he interrupted Gibbs. Took me four years before I got up the nerve to do that. Thank you. But he's got her talking. - Don't thank me too fast. We're about to charge you with murder. Bruno was my friend, I would never hurt him. Okay, well, then help us find out who did. I don't know anything. Did you know your friend tried to murder 50 people? - And maybe you were planning it with him. No! Hey! - Then why were you running? I wasn't. Really? Sardines, underwear? Looks like you were planning a trip somewhere. Or, you know what?
I don't even want to imagine what else. Let's just go with running. You're wrong. That bomb couldn't have been Bruno's. He wouldn't do something like that. His fingerprints were all over it. Then you made a mistake! He's a thief, but not a killer. So you do know something. You're a thief, too, huh? Well, somebody's going down for Bruno's murder and guess who the Wheel of Misfortune just stopped on? I helped Bruno sell some stuff, that's all. It's none of my business where he got it. How long you been fencing for him? We have video of your friend building that bomb. He's not who you think he is. No, he's not who you think he is. You... you see him as you want to see him. He's got a lot of bark, yeah, but no bite. If he really did plant that bomb, then someone made him do it. He was tricked or something. And while you're wasting time in here with me, whoever manipulated him could be out there trying again. Did you ever think about that? - In some ways, Bruno, I envy you. When I was a child, I often fancied living the life of a daring cat burglar. Fortunately for me, yeah, at age of nine, on my maiden voyage, I fell off our neighbor's roof, yeah. Landed on my coccyx. And that was the end of that.
You're lucky it ended so quickly. One time when I was in high school, I spent a night in jail for... Uh, for... Never mind. For what exactly, Mr. Palmer? Just-- it's funny, I-I said the word "jail." I meant to say, um... Vail. Yeah, I was-I was a big skier in high school. Were you now? Oh, yeah. Yeah, I loved the-I loved the, uh, snow. I loved-I loved, uh, skiing and-and... What I'd do is I'd- - Vail! You look like a man on a mission. Got an alibi for the murder. She was nowhere near Bruno when he was poisoned. Oh, and so it goes. Got us to thinking, maybe there's a second bomber. We could use a lead. Well, let's see what we can come up with. This man has told me quite a bit about himself. Starting with these burns. They're quite old, probably inflicted when he was a teenager. Military records indicate that his father died of lung cancer, excessive cigar smoking. Yeah, so we can put two and two together. He had a rough childhood. And also a rough week.
Well, yeah. He's dead. Yes, but days before that, he was in a fight where he suffered severe body blows. If you look carefully, you can make out the imprint of a fist. Well, his knuckles don't look too bad. Yes, well, oddly enough, he didn't seem to fight back. Even more odd was the fact that we removed a diamond earring from this lobe. Well, men are piercing their ears now, Duck. Yes, but I'm referring to the fact that the hole was closed up from disuse. Yet he forced the earring in anyway. Ugh... That must've hurt like a mother. I'm sure it has some... psychological significance, but I'm not sure what. However, Abby came up with a second set of DNA on the earring. So, I imagine you'll find out soon enough. Well, is that a good enough lead for you? Hey, so, you're the world-famous Abby Sciuto I keep hearing so much about. Oh, well, guess we can skip the "I thought you'd be taller" part. I'm Agent Quinn. For what's it worth, I thought you would be exactly five feet, six inches. I made a 3D avatar of you, using NCIS security camera footage. And the hairs slowly went up on Agent Quinn's neck. Oh, no, no! I just... I needed to know your sizes, because... I'm knitting you a "Welcome to NCIS" sweater.
Oh! But until it's done, welcome... to NCIS. Well, thank you very much. Do you want a tour? I do, uh, but later, 'cause Gibbs wanted me to... He wants to find out where the earring came from. Of course he does. Well, right now, all I can tell you is that the prior owner was a female. Okay, so do you know how long Bruno had it in his ear? I have been waiting for someone to ask me that. The impurities in the gold caused our victim's skin oil to oxidize. And by measuring that amount, I could determine that he forced the stud through his ear, like, right before he went into the reunion. To kill 50 people. Then was poisoned to death. Okay, so whoever owns the stud, maybe she knows something. Well, I'm running the DNA through CODIS right now. But I've also been looking at this, trying to find pictures of women. I found this in a trench coat in Bruno's closet. Unfortunately... no women yet. Huh. Are these the homes that he robbed? Yeah. Looks like he was casing them for a few days. There's also a few pictures of his feet... and some pictures of some other people that I haven't identified yet. Ho-Hold up. Go back one. That's Neal Sherwood. You know him? Well, he was at the reunion, and he had a fight with the victim right before he died. Well, that's important.
Uh, yeah, because Neal said they hadn't seen each other in 15 years. Oh. Where is he? - With his suitcase, wherever that is. Neighbors said he split right after the reunion. - Left in a hurry. He's running. Quinn, BOLO. McGee, freeway cams and credit cards. Find him. - We found something. Abby got a hit on the DNA from the earring Bruno was wearing. - Katrina Cooper. A high school classmate of Bruno's. Former prom queen, married the school jock, active social life. How did Bruno get her earring? Could've stolen it, but if he did, she never reported it. They have any recent contact? No. No calls, no texts, no Snapchat doggie faces. The only connection we could find was from high school. They had a Saturday detention together, once. 15 years ago? Thin, I know. Talk to her. Find out why her DNA was in our dead guy's ear. Round two, everybody! We got soccer meatballs, lacrosse stick hot dogs... and pigskin pizza pockets. Who's hungry? - Mmm.
I am. Hi. You must be here for Katrina. Why would you say that? That's what happens when you marry the most popular girl in town. Everybody's here for Katrina. Hmm. She's over there, in the huddle. They're like... little footballs. - And I told the guy, "Give me Louis Vuitton, or give me death." I got this. Okay. Um, Katrina Cooper? How you guys doing? You guys have fun? NCIS Special Agent Torres, Bishop. Hi. Can we have a word with you? Of course. Let's not disturb the party, shall we? Excuse me. Let's not do that. They're little footballs. They're good. - And how can I help you? Do you know this guy? Mm, no.
Am I supposed to? Well, you guys went to high school together. Oh, in fact, he actually died in front of you. At your high school reunion, two days ago? Interestingly enough, wearing one of your earrings. It was stolen. Oh. You didn't report it stolen. I am now. You know, I bet you and me had something in common in high school. I don't think so. We both liked bad boys. The badder the better, except, I grew out of it. I don't think you did. Your husband know that you and Bruno have been sleeping together? Excuse me? What I'm wondering... is if you knew how bad Bruno really was. - You know, if he told you about, for the last several years, he's been robbing people in the city. Yeah, I think it's time for you to go. Cheers. Have one more question... No. No, no, no more questions. I don't know anything about any robberies, I'm not cheating on my husband and I have no idea where Neal Sherwood is. Okay? Well, that was actually my next question, which... I haven't asked yet.
Oh, right. Hmm. Where is he? Get down! Found him. The cops are outside right now. It's over. To be honest, it's kind of a relief. I am willing to set the record straight, but I cannot go to prison. I just can't. I can't have it, my family... can't have it. So... I'm sorry. Shot himself with a flare gun. That's a new one. Did I miss the part where he set the record straight? Maybe it's on the laptop? Go-Go Abby fingers. Hey, so, um... You, um... liked bad boys in school, huh? I'm sorry, I just... I just painted for you for more of a goody two-shoes, uh, prom queen type. Actually, I... was the prom queen. Wow. So you played us both. Nice. Except, I was voted in as a joke. Kind of like Carrie, but... without the blood. Bishop, that's like...
the worst thing I've ever heard. Yeah, I didn't have any friends in high school, I was too... me, I guess. I got something. Okay, it's a text document. Neal made it right before he shot himself. Looks like some kind of confession. It's even double-spaced and everything. - What exactly is he confessing to? - According to Neal, he and his high school friends are the ones behind Metro's theft ring. With each friend playing a very specific role. Adam Cooper, former jock, ended up running a sports betting company. That's where he would identify the wealthy marks. - Katrina Cooper, his prom queen wife, would flirt her way into the homes to get info on their security systems. Bad boy would do the actual robberies, and this woman, who we've now identified as former classmate, Angela Russell, would fence the stolen goods on the street where she lived. Finally, there's Neal Sherwood, the accountant. And he laundered the money. Yep. According to Neal, they came up with the idea to start a robbery gang back in school, after they met at a Saturday detention. - He said they talked about it as a joke at first, as a way to "get back" at their parents. Eventually they realized, if they pooled their talents, they could make some real money. - All of this seems very familiar. - Yeah... Yeah, I'm v-very interested in this case, here. We got five different high school kids from varied social backgrounds all coming together on their Saturdays, for detention. You know, it kind of reminds me of, uh... You've... You don't... Not important.
Sorry. Anyway, the different social groups was part of the reason Metro was never able to crack the burglary ring. They were never able to find a connection between the players. Congratulations, we just solved Metro's case. What about our own? We have no clue who killed our victim! Actually, not true. The prom queen ain't talking, but the fence is. She thinks she knows who killed Bruno. Two days ago, your wife gave Bruno that earring. I don't believe you. Welcome to the club. You were the only one not at the reunion. You were the only one that had the opportunity to poison Bruno. Prosecutor's gonna file charges today, unless you have something to tell us. This isn't where I imagined I'd be after high school. Ah. Welcome to the club. I wanted to be a pro football player. You? Painter. Really. Really? Yeah. Really. Painter. Loved to paint. Watercolors, mostly. I took every art class that school had.
Water colors? It's hard to imagine a grown man... So what happened? Life. Life. I paint with wood. It's close enough. Not for me. I suspected Katrina and Bruno had started up again, but I didn't want to believe it. But if she really gave him her earring it's game over for us. It's worse than that. I think that witch tried to kill me. The last house we knocked over, Bruno snagged a painting worth over a million bucks. My wife kept joking we should take out our partners, keep the money for ourselves. Said we should bomb the reunion, and make it look like a terrorist attack. I honestly thought she was joking. She must've talked Bruno into it. He was always a sucker for her. No way he would come up with something like that on his own. Hell, he was even gonna pretend to let Neal kick the crap out of him at the reunion as a goof, to impress some girls. Bruno was bad on the outside, but good on the inside. My wife? The opposite. What about you? All I can say is I'm not a murderer. I didn't kill Bruno, and I wasn't anywhere near him when he was poisoned. Hypothetically speaking, how would you feel about a betting pool on whether his alibi checks out? Hypothetically? How'd Ducky bet?
Guilty. How'd you bet? I'm not a gambling man. And I have no idea. - I mean, who are these people? Living double lives like this? I mean, yeah, I mean, I... I lived as someone else, for the most of the last decade, but... I had an excuse, I was, uh... I was undercover. Which version is the real them? Which version is the real you? You're looking at it. Am I? You created all those covers. It wasn't random. Wait, you're saying that a part of me wanted to be a, uh, mafia-tied, vegan juice-bar owner? Eh... You just couldn't keep your mouth shut, could you? You tried to kill us all! Oh, could everyone just please stop fighting? Shove a Pixy Stix up your nose! - McGee is taking them to Metro not a moment too soon. And Miss Congeniality denied having anything to do with the bomb attempt, even though we found the detonator in her car. Unfortunately, her husband's alibi came through. Like he said, he was nowhere near Bruno when he was poisoned. The fight with Neal was staged. - If none of them killed Bruno, then who the hell did? All right, let's go back to what we do know. He's dead.
I feel pretty confident about that. What else do we know? We know who didn't kill him. And a million-dollar painting is missing. We find the painting, we find the killer. Checked everybody's houses. Nobody has it. Everyone insists Bruno has it. He didn't. He could've hid it. Maybe in a storage unit in the area. Yeah, safe-deposit box. Start looking. - All that work and we're back to square one. Tell me about it. What about the fight Ducky said he was in? Maybe he came back to finish the job. Our only witness is dead. Okay, what would I tell my students in my GPS forensics class? I would have them go back and reconstruct a timeline of Bruno's movements. Maybe we can find another witness. Do it. There goes my evening plans. Were they exciting plans? Uh, cooking class? Oh, well, don't cancel that just yet. You. I have goodies, come on. You know... Even though you just met her, you already kind of wish she was your sister?
Well, I was just going to say I like her boots, but hey, I'll take another sister. I was finally able to trace the remote detonator that Bruno used in his explosive. It took me a long time because there are parts missing. Someone tampered with it? Yeah. And according to touch DNA, Bruno did. It's like he built this bomb, and then he disabled it. His girlfriend's remote detonator wouldn't have even worked. Bad on the outside, good on the inside. Maybe he got cold feet and decided he didn't want to be a depraved mass murderer after all. See, this is why I'm a people person. 'Cause the good on the inside, it always-- Abbs. Quinn... cooking class? Right. Sorry. Okay, so the receiver was made from a rare Lazarus 1941 hobby car. It's available in only two stores in the area, one of which happens to be across the street from a bank with a brand-new, hi-def security system. Voila, Bruno. His entrance isn't very exciting, but he made quite an exit. Personally, if I was looking for Bruno's murderer, I would start with that guy. Can you enhance it? Yeah. Who can't these days? - You found out Bruno was robbing people, you tracked him down, you asked to be cut in. When he refused, you went to his house the next day, and you poisoned him. Oh, yeah? Is that what I did?
Yeah, that's what you did. What it's gonna look like to a jury. We have a witness that places you in his front yard. Where's the painting, Vic? The what? Wait, wait, wait. Slow down here. This is just a total misunderstanding, okay? I was at the hobby shop because I made a promise to James Bruno 15 years ago. To what, poison him to death? No, to kick his ass! I devoted my life to those kids. Bruno in particular. I spent eight weekends in a row in Saturday detention with that smug, arrogant little-- Actually the records say seven. Eight! It was eight! And all that kid did was blame other people for his problems, whining about his mom and his dad. Making my life miserable. So I promised him I would find him one day and pay him back. And that's what I did. I'm glad you're a man of your word. Judge all you want. I've been in combat. High school is worse, mister. Wait, no, wait, wait, wait! I did not go to Bruno's house to poison him, okay? I went to apologize. When I confronted Bruno, he didn't fight back. He seemed, like, resigned.
Almost like he wanted me to hit him, like he deserved it. And that's not what I wanted. So I went to his house to say I was sorry. Anyone see you talk to him? Bruno wasn't there. Just that nasty old witch, Frimkes. She saw the bruise on my knuckles, figured I was the guy that beat up Bruno, and threatened to call the police. So I got the hell out of there. She saw that? Yeah. She did. Come on now, baby. Come on. I got my first pair of reading glasses when I was 45. But your medical records show that you have perfect eyesight, and hearing. Agent McGee, it's good to see you again. I-I was just, um-- Walking without a cane? No. Skipping town with a million-dollar painting? No! Going to jail. Dang! - So in addition to being a chemistry teacher who knew 50 different ways to poison somebody, she kept a pretty active retirement life. She totally Keyser Soze'd us. She what? Keyser Soze'd. Uh, Usual Suspects, the movie? Oh, I'm not much of a movie guy. You know, she told us on the drive back that she knew Bruno was a thief, but she didn't want to go to the police because he was trying to get clean.
She claims she found the painting and was going to bring it back to the police. - Yeah, killed Bruno and kept the painting for herself. Whoa, whoa, what? Better. Better! Who... who... Who do you think? I kind of like it. I don't. Wait a sec, wha... what's the point of moving desks if were were just gonna move desks? Seriously, I mean to do something like this without consulting anyone? I am the senior field agent. You realize that... Boss, what was that for? It comes with the territory, Senior Field Agent. Did he just physically assault you? - Hey, Gibbs, I feel like you'll want to see this. We found a laptop in Bruno's car. He was writing an e-mail to the police. He was going to come clean, turn everyone in. Guess he figured which version was the real him. The good guy. I'm just not that into movies. So what do you do for fun, besides disrupting people's workplaces? Broadway musicals. Okay, if you start singing show tunes, I am going to shoot you, and then probably shoot myself. Oh, okay, well, what do you like to listen to? I thought you'd never ask. Ah.
Go! Hey! - Hey, hey, hey! Hey. Boss. - Hey! Oh. Hey. Ha! Hey. He's gonna learn to love it. Shh. So many years, I wondered what I'd do if I ever saw him again. And then, I did. In a photo, in a briefing room. And I was being sent to meet him with a gun. This programme contains scenes which some viewers may find upsetting. When this is all done, Steve, I'll suffer for my actions. I'm under no illusions of a happy ending. Shot fired! What's he saying? He whispered something to you. What did he say? I'm not sure what he meant. My job is to find any and all evidence. And what was found in the case? A large number of banknotes. How did Detective Sergeant Arnott react? He didn't bat an eye.
I don't think we should close the investigation into Danny Waldron's background. I'd like to keep digging. There's evidence of prolonged torture. Cause of death isn't clear. Cutting his head off can't have helped. This photograph shows Danny Waldron as a teenager. This man's a young Ronan Murphy, the suspect shot by Danny Waldron during Operation Damson. What? They knew each other? And this person bears a strong semblance to Linus Murphy's severed head. Danny knew him too. No prior information of the operation to move Tommy Hunter. I had no prior... knowledge. No prior knowledge, at all. Kate knows about me and Jackie and Danny. I've got to come clean to AC-12. The longer I leave it, the worse it looks. It is with deep regret that I inform you all of the death of PC Rod Kennedy. Rod's body was found hanged at an industrial unit. We need to talk. You are now declaring that PC Rod Kennedy killed Sergeant Daniel Waldron? Yes, sir. Rod killed Danny. Look, I'm sorry about this. It's just that I've got no-one else to talk to right now. It's fine. Look, mate, I don't think I can keep going into the station. All the stuff that's going on behind our backs. All the stuff that's going on to our faces. Yeah, well, Rod was a good bloke, weren't he?
You know, people can't get their heads round it. Yeah. I can see why. Look, Jackie, don't do this to yourself. My hands were on that gun and I felt Rod force the trigger. He killed Danny. You know, we was right to stick together, you know, when he was here, but now he's gone. We've got to move on. Ah, come here. Superintendent Hastings. "Hi, sorry to bother you, sir." I just followed Jackie Brickford to a meeting with Hari Bains. "He seems pretty bloody shifty to me." Dot. Just so you know, I've authorised Kate to adopt direct surveillance on Hari Bains. Nice one, Gaffer. Yes, and I want Steve in on it too. Absolutely. Steve, get yourself get yourself over to South Ferry when Hari Bains comes on shift. Be visible. Sir. Come in. Inspector McAndrew, DS Arnott, AC-12. What do you want? In an interview gave at AC-12 you informed us that Hari Bains had a good working relationship with Danny Waldron. Yeah, so? Hari never made any complaints about Danny? If anything, the opposite. How so, Ma'am? I was due to rotate Hari from Danny's squad, but Hari said that he respected Danny's professionalism and wanted to ride on more jobs with him.
Really? When did he say this? Couple of days before the Abbots Lane op. You mean a couple of days before the op that got Danny killed? I was all set to disband Danny's team after the shooting of Ronan Murphy and there is no way you're going to pin some blame on me just because you're struggling to find a scapegoat. Thank you, Ma'am. You've been very helpful. 'AC-12.' DC Fleming. Put me through to telecommunications, please. 'Telecoms.' DC Fleming. I need an identification on the last number dialled from a payphone on the corner of Calman Road and Turner Road. 'Stand by.' 'The number you have called is not recognised. Please check the number.' 'The number you have called is...' Kate reports Bains attempted to make a call to this number. It relates to an unregistered pay-as-you-go mobile. Now, the call couldn't be connected because either the phone or the SIM Card was out of service. I've got Maneet liaising with the mobile network provider to see what information we can get about the number. Great. Tell Kate I want her on Hari Bains round the clock. Yeah, will do, Gaffer. 'What the bloody hell are you playing at? 'Making a call from a public box? 'That's why we sent you the unregistered mobiles.' The text came through to my own phone, so I thought... 'Yeah, well, we had to get a message to you urgently 'and you weren't answering. You're being watched by AC-12.' I didn't see anyone. 'What did the text say? '
"Sit tight. Act normal." So how's this acting normal? Dickhead. All right? All right? Look, for my two penn'orth, I think we're flogging a dead horse with Bains and Brickford. Rod Kennedy killed Danny Waldron, couldn't handle the guilt, he topped himself. Maybe it wasn't suicide. We ought to request a second postmortem on Rod Kennedy's body. The first one was only looking for cause of death. We should get a Home Office pathologist looking for evidence of crime. Sure. Leave that with me. Cheers. Do you like chilli? The food. Not the country. I've got a pot... on the simmer. You've probably eaten. No, I haven't, actually. Well? Yeah. Not too fiery? I'll cope. If you go to the trouble of making a pot, you might as well make it last a few days, you know? One night, you can have it with rice. One night, baked potato... It's rock and roll, me. Well, I'm not complaining.
By the time I knock off, the only thing that's open is a dodgy kebab. That's undercover, isn't it? Stupid hours. Well, Mark works in IT. He did a lot from home, which was great for childcare. Just not so great for us. You still see the kid, though? Yeah. Sorry, I shouldn't poke my nose in. No, it's fine. It was the right decision. You know, give him security and stability. Just not such a great decision for me, to be honest. See, me and my missus, we never got around to having kids. Was she a copper too? Forensics. I don't see much of her now. No? No, I was on the piss most nights. Couldn't pass a bookie's. Final straw was - we'd put down half on a fortnight in Majorca. Oh, don't tell me. Yeah, five-to-one. Dead cert. I couldn't go home to face the music, so... I took out a loan, put a grand down on the last race of the day, try and win it all back... Barrel of laughs, me, yeah. Can I have your bowl? Cheers. Hey, there's seconds here if you fancy?
Any more and I won't get off this sofa. Yeah? I've got something for you, Sarge. "On that photo found at Danny's." Yeah, sure. It's from a boys' home called Sands View. Danny Waldron's mum died when he was 11, and he moved up north to live with his dad and stepmum, but that didn't work out and he got taken into care. Danny was a resident at Sands View from the age of 13 until he was 17. I keep going through the file. There's no link between Danny Waldron and Ronan Murphy while Danny was a police officer. The only link must be this boys' home. Unfortunately, I can't get hold of any records for that period. One council department told me they were lost in a fire, another told me they went missing during an office move. You think they've been lost on purpose? Who knows? The lads were chucked out at 17 and pretty much left to fend for themselves, with no follow-up. However, I've crosschecked with individuals known to the criminal justice system and I've got a name for you. Same age as Danny, so chances are they were there at the same time. Good work. Hey, Joe. Joe! Joseph Nash? Yeah? Can I talk to you somewhere quieter, please? Yeah. I'd like to show you a photograph, if that's all right. It's a photocopy of an original image believed to be approximately 15 to 20 years old. Do you recognise the image? Yeah. Do you recall the name of this location? Yes.
Mr Nash, you're not in any trouble. How did you find out my name? I'm not going to lie. You committed a number of minor offences. Look, I was just a kid, back then. I've put my life back together now. The convictions are spent. It was only that your record crosschecked with an enquiry I'm involved with. An enquiry into Sands View? Connected to Sands View. Do you recognise this individual? Yes, Danny. Danny Waldron. Yeah. Do you recognise this individual? Yes. What do you remember about that person? He took us for football on a Tuesday afternoon. He was one of the staff? No, he just took us for footie. What else do you recall about him? You're being a big help, Joe. Is it OK if I ask you about one more person? This man, here. Him. Who is he? Mr Murphy. He was the caretaker. The other man. The football coach.
Was his name Murphy too? Might have been. They was a pair. A pair? The older one, the caretaker, he had the keys. For the dormitories. Changing rooms, the basement. But him, the younger one he was in on it too. With the others. What others? Just... Not in the photo. Visitors. We got told they were very important people and we had to do exactly... what they said. Did you ever get the names of any of these people? No. No-one ever got any names. And even if we did, it was just... Mr Smith. What happened with these visitors? Well, sometimes they'd they'd come to the home and we'd be told it was like a private interview. "Mr Smith can be a big help to you when you move on," sort of thing. You know? And then you go to a room with Mr Smith. Or a few of you would. With a few of them. The abuse always took place within Sands View? No, not always. There was, erm... sometimes there'd be a car or a minibus and they'd take us to a hotel, or a guesthouse, or some big some big private home.
You know? But the parties... The parties, they were the worst. Parties? There'd be a few of them, these, these VIPs... And we'd be farmed out. Do you recall any details in terms of names, addresses, or the people who drove you to and from these parties? This was a long time ago, all right, mate? And I wish I could remember that information and forget about the rest, but it's the opposite. I know this is hard, Joe. Is there anything you can tell me about these individuals that might help identify them? Yeah, there's one of them... stands out. He's a... He's a big... big fat whale of a fella. He always wore a suit. And when he took the suit jacket off, he always had these, these, these sweat patches and... he stank of it. And when I got told he'd asked for me again, I'd... I'd throw up, you know? I'd be sick. Is Danny the one? The one? Yeah. He's got people listening to us, at last. Yeah. Yeah, he is. Arnott. Any report yet on the second PM? What second PM?
Dot said he was organising a second postmortem on Rod Kennedy. First I've heard of it. Leave it with me. OK, I'll head back to South Ferry. Right, I'll tell her. Francis, that was your rep. AC-12 want you in for interview straight away. She doesn't know anything. She never believed us, not for a minute. Jackie, she weren't in the room when Danny was shot. But he whispered something to her as he was dying. Yeah. And if he managed to tell her the truth, do you think she would've kept quiet this whole time? No. Trust me, she don't know anything. Yeah? All right, mate. I've continued to search records relating to Sands View. Our witness, Joseph Nash, claims a number of his abusers were VIPs, all of whom used the same alias, Mr Smith. Hence Nash wasn't able to give us any names. But he did claim one of these abusers was extremely obese. Sports day at Sands View. Who is he? Dale Roach. He was leader of the city council during the period Danny Waldron and Joe Nash were residents at Sands View. Is this the man, Joe? Yeah, that's him. Thank you. Now, it would help if you would come to my department and look through some images of other individuals...
Joe, I came from a loving family. Had a nice childhood and I can't begin to imagine what yours must have been like. 20 years it's took you to come here. I want to help. 20 years... I've had that monster in my head. The sounds he made, the smell of him. And the things that he did to us at Sands View... No copper ever gave a toss. Are you saying offences committed at Sands View were reported to police and no action was taken? We told teachers, we told social workers, and yeah we told coppers. And then, we learned not to. Danny Waldron's dead, Joe. He was killed because he was going after the people who did this to you. Danny's mission is now my mission. And I promise you, I will get these bastards. Daddy! Daddy! Hey! Hello, you! Is that for me? Mm-hm. Well, thank you very much. And I will always, always love you, OK? Mm-hm. Come here. How long has he been here? I'd have to check. Two or three years at least. Any family?
No family, no visitors. Mr Roach. Mr Roach? ! Can he hear me? He doesn't understand much. He can't talk. What's wrong with him? Massive stroke. Sorry, do you need me to stay? No. Thank you. Call if you need me. Mr Roach, do you recognise the name "Sands View Boys' Home"? Mr Roach? I'm Detective Sergeant Steve Arnott. I'm investigating claims relating to Sands View. Do you understand me? ! Danny Waldron recognised Ronan Murphy as an occasional sports volunteer at Sands View Boys' Home. Somehow, from Ronan, he was able to track down Linus Murphy. Linus was the caretaker at Sands View and used his position to include Ronan, his nephew, in his activities. Now, a witness has given us another name - Dale Roach. Councillor Dale Roach. Unfortunately, Roach isn't fit to stand trial. I think Danny Waldron purposefully created a trail of evidence that led us to connect him to Linus Murphy's murder. And now, we're on the trail of the other abusers. There is only one thing we are interested in here, son, and one thing only. And that's bent coppers.
The boys made complaints. Some allegedly to police officers. Thank you, Steve. Sir. Hi. Kate? Come in. Something wrong? You didn't come back to the station. By the time I'd finished with AC-12, my shift was over. So, what's going on? They just wanted to go over the details of the day Danny was killed, times, places. You know what they're like, fishing for inconsistencies. Anything they can pounce on. And did they? Did they what? Pounce. We shouldn't talk about this. What did you tell them, Kate? We can't have this conversation. You should leave. I need to know! You keep asking me to leave you alone. Congratulations, you're on your own. What do they know, Kate? You should go. What do they know? They're onto the pair of you. What about us? They know Hari stopped McAndrew from disbanding Danny's squad.
What? ! I never knew anything about that! And they know about the phone calls. What phone calls? Yeah, right "What phone calls?" Bye, Jackie. What phone calls, Kate? ! They've got Hari making calls from a phone box to an unregistered pay-as-you-go number. They know it must be a phone you're using covertly. You two are in collusion, and developing your strategy using untraceable telephone calls. It's not me he's been calling. Stay here, I'll get it. So, what's up, then? Who've you been calling? What? AC-12 know you've been making dodgy calls. They think I'm in on it! All this time, we trusted you. It was just the three of us. Now, Rod's dead and that still isn't the end of it! Jackie, what are you...? Who have you been making those calls to? What aren't you telling me? ! I haven't been making any calls, all right? It's just me and you, and as long as we stick together, then... Jackie, I've been telling you the truth. Yeah, I'm sorry, I know it's late. I need to go in and see AC-12 and I'm going to need your solicitor.
Stand away from the door. Ms Denton, you remain under oath. Thank you, milady. Ms Denton... In your examination-in-chief, by your own counsel, you made a number of references to an undercover operation conducted by a Detective Sergeant Arnott of Anti-Corruption Unit 12. Yes, I did. Did any of these operations involve Detective Sergeant Arnott being present at your home? Some did. You were alone with Detective Sergeant Arnott? Sometimes. And on all these occasions, there were no other police officers in the vicinity? There was a constable stationed outside the house. Where outside? On the doorstep. And where did sexual relations take place? In the bedroom. And how was the bedroom accessed? Via the stairs. And how far do the stairs lie from the front door? I don't know, three or four metres from the front door. From the plans of your home obtained by the prosecution, the distance is... 2.7 metres. If you say so. I don't "say so", it's a fact. And if I'm inaccurate, I'll be corrected. There are written statements by all the officers stationed outside the door in early October, and not one recalls hearing you and Detective Sergeant Arnott go upstairs together. Well, that doesn't surprise me. It doesn't surprise you that trained police officers on guard duty, in a high state of vigilance, don't hear the two of you go upstairs for sex when he or she is less than three metres away? We were discreet. Hmm. You've told the jury that this intimacy with Detective Sergeant Arnott won your trust and, therefore, you permitted him unsupervised access to your home.

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