(music playing)
Where are you taking me?
To my room.
It's late, Jeremy. I need to go to bed.
But I got the penthouse suite.
There's champagne,
Jacuzzi in the living room.
Come check it out.
(music continues in distance)
(laughing)
Mmm.
(gasps)
Slow down, dude.
But you're so hot.
Jeremy...
Come on, Mena.
Stop.
I said...
...go slow.
Ow!
(laughing)
Stop laughing.
Oh, crap. I think my roommate's up there.
Miles, you gotta go, man.
Oh, my... Are you kidding?
Miles! Wake up, Miles!
(gasps) (thud)
Oh, my God.
AL: College. Good times for me.
Hacky Sack in the quad and ultimate Frisbee?
Hey, kept the beer weight off.
Hmm. You ever have a mullet?
I've had the pictures destroyed. (laughs)
Hey. Vic's name
is a Miles Novak.
He's 19, sophomore.
There was a party going on outside his door,
but nobody heard nothing. Who found him?
His roommate hooked up, brought a girl back a little after 5:00.
They're going at it, then boom, dead body.
Well, that'll ruin the mood.
I've got patrol getting statements
from the students on the floor,
and doing a room to room search.
Any chance we get lucky?
Yeah, I'll get video and the log.
The university president is on the way over.
She wants to know if this is an isolated event,
or if she should warn the student body about
a violent predator. We don't even know what we're looking at yet.
How'd she get to "violent predator"?
It's all over Twitter
that there's a homicidal maniac loose in the dorms.
Oh, well, if it's all over Twitter,
it must be true. It must be true. Ah.
All right.
Just a couple more and he's done.
MLI has the time of death between 11:30 and 12:00.
Was he killed in the room?
Yeah. Blood spatter on the furniture,
stains on the floor, and the lividity on the body
says that he was moved to the bed
after he was killed.
Weapon?
The cause of death was suffocation.
He was tuned up, then asphyxiated.
Perp leave anything behind?
Hairs, prints?
Looking, but it's a guys' dorm room.
I bet you it hasn't been cleaned since 1992.
As far as we could tell, there's nothing missing from the room.
Look at that.
Right above the collar, left side.
Those are burns. Looks like someone held
a lit cigarette up to his neck.
Ligature marks?
Yeah.
He was tied up.
This poor kid was tortured.
Miles Novak.
He's a local from Briarwood.
He's a Mechanical Engineering major on a scholarship.
Where are his parents?
Deceased. Car accident his junior year of high school.
He filed for emancipation, was making his own way.
Was there an insurance settlement?
He's got $80,000 in a trust.
So money could be a motive.
Maybe somebody already in his life
who knows about the nest egg.
It's gonna be a short list.
Students on his floor all said Miles was socially awkward,
no close friends.
A real loner. He have a job?
He did some IT work.
You know, fixed computers, set up Wi-Fi systems.
But it was strictly word of mouth.
Did you learn anything from his desktop computer?
He favored RuneQuest over World of Warcraft.
What about his roommate?
Uh, only helpful thing he had to say
was that Miles had been AWOL for three nights,
and the last time he saw him,
Miles was already sporting the stitches over his eye.
From what? I checked with Student Health.
Doc that treated him thought maybe he got punched,
but Miles wouldn't say.
After that, he disappears for three days.
Who'd he have a problem with? Where was he hiding?
All right, Miles' student ID was used at a library
vending machine a half hour after he died.
We got a name? Yeah.
University HR says he's Jack Brogan,
but I ran his prints through ViCAP, and meet....
Jack Healy, of South Boston.
Parole officer lost track of him two years ago.
Bank fraud,
identity theft, larceny,
and aggravated assault.
Sounds like a con man who graduated to violence.
Yeah, a custodian in the dorms could come and go
and nobody'd think twice.
Let's get eyes on Healy's house, Miles' bank.
Carrie and I will hit the school.
(knocks)
NYPD. Let me see your hands. Get them up.
I figured you guys would come looking for me.
HEALY: I'm telling you, Miles and I were friends.
That might be the biggest load of crap
you've tried to sell yet.
How'd you get a hold of Miles' student ID?
He gave it to me. Said he was quitting school,
and his debit account had a few bucks left on it.
He talked to you about quitting school?
What are you, his guidance counselor?
We know your real name, and we've seen your rap sheet.
Yeah, well, that was all in the past.
Miles wasn't a mark.
I did not change my name to start new scams.
I did it to change my life.
You cozied up to a lonely kid,
and you tried to steal his college fund.
And you know what?
It's the way you hurt him that makes me sick.
Well, it wasn't me.
And whoever did that to Miles
better pray I don't find them first.
If you want us
to believe you, you'd better give us something, Jack.
'Cause right now the only connection we see
between you and Miles is you killing him.
Listen. All these entitled brats around here
look at me like I'm dirt.
Miles was different.
We could talk.
He lost his folks.
I got kids my wife won't let me see.
It was as simple as that.
All right.
So he tells you he's quitting school.
Why? What was going on?
I don't know.
He came to me three days ago, needing a place to crash.
Why was he hiding out?
He said his roommate was bugging him.
I could tell that was bull, but I wasn't gonna pry.
He mention trouble with anybody?
No, but I hadn't seen him around much before that.
AL: Why not?
He said he made some friends.
Found a place where he thought he'd fit in.
Where? What were their names?
That was the weird thing.
He wouldn't tell me.
It was like he thought I wouldn't approve.
Healy's alibi checks out for the time of the murder.
He and another custodian were unloading trucks.
You want to keep holding him? Let's cut him loose.
We need to find out
about Miles' new group of friends.
A student club, something off-campus,
could it be work related?
MIKE: Well, I'm not having any luck
IDing Miles' IT clients.
It was a cash business. He didn't keep any records,
and the cell phone records are a dead end.
Nothing on his computer?
No, he just used it for gaming.
Miles was an engineering major who did IT work on the side.
Where's his schoolwork, his papers?
He's got to have a laptop.
Yeah, there's nothing about a laptop at the crime scene.
My kid's never ten feet from his.
And if it's the only thing that was missing,
whatever's on it could be what got him killed.
ROE: So, Tanya,
how's this thing work?
In Miles' bank statements
I got a receipt for the laptop.
With that, I got a serial number for the computer,
and with that, I got its Media Access Control ID.
Whoomp... doomp... zoom.
ROE: Right.
It's... good job.
The ID lets me ping the laptop like it's a cell phone.
Oh. Hello, Big Brother.
If it's turned on, and it's logged into a WiFi network,
and its geotags haven't been disabled.
Well, now it's less scary.
(both chuckle)
Is it working?
We'll see.
I'm scanning WiFi networks on the campus.
Okay.
Hmm. New suit?
Uh...
No. It's...
(computer beeps)
Got it.
Okay. That's the cafe in the commons.
Sure is.
S... uh, thank you.
Thank you. Thank-thank you.
Okay, we're here. So what next?
TANYA: All I can tell you is that
it's signed in at that location.
Okay, great.
So, they've narrowed it down to any laptop in the room.
MIKE: Well, how do you want to do this?
Uh...
(Carrie sighs)
Hey.
Cool computer. Is it new?
Yeah.
So you get a good deal?
Hey! Security! A little help!
Come on, man!
Ah, great. A track star.
(grunts)
(grunting)
(panting)
Thought it would be a good idea to commandeer a vehicle.
Nice. (grunts)
Mike, look at these.
Just like Miles.
It's not a multiple choice.
It's a simple answer to a simple question--
what are those marks on your wrists?
My girlfriend likes to get freaky.
Hey, smart-ass,
that laptop makes you my prime suspect
in the murder of Miles Novak.
You're going to prison, and when you get there,
freaky is going to take on a whole new meaning.
Miles was killed by a crazy maniac.
No, he wasn't, see.
This is your last chance.
What are those marks on your wrists?
They're from zip ties.
I'm pledging a fraternity, and-and last Saturday
all the pledges were tied together and... educated.
Why did Miles have them?
Because he was pledging, too.
How physical did this hazing get?
Hazing is illegal.
We-we were educated.
Right, right, right. Which fraternity?
Omega Theta Rho.
Was Miles being hazed the night that he was murdered? No.
You think twice before you lie to me!
Really, really.
He was-he was... kicked out of the pledge class
earlier in the week.
Why was that?
I don't know.
"Why?" isn't a question I'm allowed to ask.
I am. Why did you have Miles' laptop?
It was a mission.
What?
We get notes slipped under our door.
Complete the mission or you don't make the cut.
And the night he got kicked out, I got one.
It said, "Take Miles' laptop and wipe the hard drive."
When was this? Three days ago.
Three days ago. So, what...?
So, you're the guy that punched him in the head.
No, no, no, no, no! So, that's robbery and assault.
No, I didn't touch him. I never touched him.
I just... I waited...
until he went to the bathroom,
and then I snatched it out of his room.
And I held it in case things got worked out
so he could have it back.
Who told you to do this?
The notes are anonymous.
I swear I don't know.
One last question.
What is it about going to college
that makes some people so stupid?
The M.E. confirms there are injuries on Miles' body
that predate the murder.
So, they could be hazing related.
What do you got on the fraternity?
Omega Rho has a history of trouble.
A couple pledges got hospitalized last year.
So, if Miles ratted them out for hazing,
it would mean criminal charges.
They'd want to keep his mouth shut.
It tracks.
Miles gets kicked out of the pledge class and steals the video to get even.
But then they take the laptop and he gets spooked.
Doesn't go back to his room for three days.
Maybe the murder was just a blanket party,
like we had in the service.
It just got out of hand.
Something soured.
He's telling Healy about these new friends,
then he's hiding out from those same guys.
The Omega Rho pledgemaster's name's Colin Marsh.
His named popped in a few bar fight incidents
that never went to court. Should I roust him?
Let's see what Tanya finds on the laptop.
They must have trashed it for a reason.
Hey, uh, you know where I can find Carrie Wells?
I'm Carrie Wells.
Oh, well, here you go.
Whoa, really?
Carrie Wells. Okay.
Thanks. You're welcome.
CARRIE: How about dinner, what?
How about you and me have dinner?
Wow, wish those were mine.
Me, too.
Delivery.
Are those for me?
That is what the delivery guy said.
Oh, my God.
Mystery man.
I wonder who?
We making any progress on Miles' computer?
Yes. I found mostly school stuff--
homework and papers-- but I also found an encrypted file
that Miles had a badass 128 bit password on.
Running a cracking program that uses personal information--
birthdays, pets or whatever-- but it could take a day.
Or a year.
You know, he idolized an inventor, Nikola Tesla.
I don't know if that helps, but you could try.
Yeah, it'll narrow the search parameters.
Awesome.
Okay, good.
Carrie? Hmm?
(whispers): We don't know each other very well.
(whispers): No, we don't.
Could I ask you something? Why are we whispering?
(normal voice): Sure. Sorry.
Uh, do you think Roe got me those flowers?
Roe?
Yeah, we had kind of a moment this morning.
(sighs) I... you know, I wouldn't know.
Could you find out? What? No.
I mean, I don't... you want me to ask him?
No. I mean, like... detect.
(computer blipping) Whoa.
We're in.
It's a video file.
MAN (on video): Get up... get up...
That's Miles.
Oh, my God.
(men coughing) You are scum!
(coughing continues)
Well, I think we found our torturer.
Here's what I don't get:
Omega Rho's all bluebloods and jocks.
Miles was a computer guy, and by all accounts,
nerds are pretty cool these days, right?
So why join that?
He's got no family, no friends his own age,
he sees a close-knit group of guys,
he wants to be a part of it.
By pretending to be something he wasn't?
Hey, everybody wants to fit in, right?
(phone ringing)
Ah.
Hey.
Detective Burns.
Hey. Wells.
You got a patrol shift?
No, I'm off-duty, actually.
I hear Vice is looking for volunteers--
undercover sting.
Oh, yeah? I already tried that.
Broke a john's wrist, cracked two of his ribs.
It wasn't pretty.
(chuckles) Aren't you a charmer?
Yeah, well, I'm thankful you noticed.
Actually, Wells...
you're hard to miss.
So, um...
that it?
This? Yeah.
Nah.
(laughs) Come on. Come on!
Congratulations.
Yes! You passed your detective's exam.
Thank you! Thank you!
Well, you're a good teacher. Yeah, I like to think so.
Which is why I'm surprised you didn't score better.
What? I only missed seven quest...
...ions.
Scores haven't been posted yet.
(clicking tongue)
Yeah, I know.
Okay. It's not what you think.
If you didn't cheat, how do you know?
I missed them on purpose.
Oh.
And why would you do that?
Because I have already taken enough crap
for being too smart in this boys' club.
If I showed everyone up on the test,
it would've been like putting a target on my back,
so I just, I played a little bit dumb, you know.
Tried to fit in. Mm-hmm.
You want me to talk to somebody?
No!
No, it's a few questions. It's no big deal.
Really. Don't say anything.
All right.
Okay. If that's the way you want it.
Alumni party tonight.
Invite only. That's your golden ticket.
Wow. Cool. Thanks.
What about me?
Sorry, man-- invites for hotties only.
(laughing): Hotties only.
Really? Really.
Mmm. You want it?
Nope. Come on.
(chuckling) Go together?
Take your stuff. I don't want to see
your face around here again.
Are you frickin' kidding me?
This is the worst volcano I've ever seen.
Did you hear me?
Yes, Pledgemaster.
You must be Colin Marsh.
Who are you?
NYPD.
Want to ask you some questions about Miles Novak.
MAN (on video): You are scum!
(men coughing on video)
Yeah, it's shameful.
I'm glad nothing on there indicates that
Omega Rho was involved in any way.
Says the man behind the mask.
It wasn't me. Those are your pledges.
Who else could it have been? I have no idea.
Don't waste our time, Colin.
You ordered a pledge to trash Miles' laptop to destroy this video.
I didn't tell anyone to do anything.
If Miles had linked you to that video,
your college days would've been over.
How did it feel knowing some geek had you by the short hairs?
I don't know what you're talking about.
Did you worry that Miles had made a backup?
Must've been eating away at you
till you just had to go find out for yourself,
and then what happened-- did you just lose it?
No, because everything you're saying didn't actually happen.
Oh, see, I-I think it did.
I think you killed him and I am gonna spend every waking moment
haunting you until I prove it.
Look, can you get her away from me?
I'm trying to answer your questions.
Well, you're going to have try a little harder,
'cause you don't know her like I do.
When she says "every waking moment," she means it.
I do.
Look, you-you've got it all wrong, okay?
We hired Miles to do IT work for the fraternity.
And a couple of the guys, myself included,
we-we took a liking to him.
We decided to give him a shot.
I mean, it was obvious how bad he wanted it.
I mean, he was our... he was our friend.
Your friend?
So why'd you kick him out?
What? Okay...
Why'd you kick him out?
I'm just curious.
Look, I didn't like doing it.
I didn't like doing it,
but he didn't have what it takes.
What, a tolerance for abuse?
I saw the video, I know it was you.
Miles' death had nothing to do with me or the fraternity.
You should keep rehearsing that line... for your trial.
You want to accuse me of murder, I want a lawyer.
Let's bring him in and interrogate him.
He's 22. He'll break.
No. What he'll do is, he'll call Daddy,
and we'll have a $500 an hour lawyer shooting holes
in a case we can't make.
The video gave him motive.
It meant expulsion and criminal charges.
But we've got no physical evidence
that puts him at the crime scene.
I checked the security video and the key card logs.
Colin wasn't there.
That security system is beatable.
Maybe he used another ID.
NINA: Thought of that.
Witnesses across campus put him at a Greek council meeting.
The future CEO supplies T-shirts to all the houses.
Guys... my office.
Now.
Go ahead, Romeo.
She's waiting.
I'm a professional.
Nice flowers.
Why, thank you.
Why are you here?
I'm so glad you asked.
Miles set up a dummy e-mail account
during those three days he was lying low.
How did you find it?
He used his student ID
to log into the library computers,
and I was able to access their history.
What was he using the dummy account for?
See for yourselves.
NINA: He contacted the DEA.
"I can give you a drug smuggling ring.
But I need immunity from prosecution."
(sighs)
Miles being on the wrong end of drug dealers
would explain the torture and the murder.
Timid kid with a computer?
He just doesn't fit any profile I can think of.
Got another theory?
I.C.E. finally called me back.
According to their records, Miles traveled to Toronto
last Saturday and came back on Sunday.
A lot of cocaine moves through that city.
Maybe the timid kid with the computer wasn't so timid.
Yeah, and how about this?
The billing address on the plane ticket
was the Omega Rho fraternity house.
Okay. Pledges as mules;
a fraternity house as a distribution hub.
Now, there is a theory.
Yeah, we need to search that frat house.
An e-mail and a trip to Toronto isn't gonna get us a warrant.
AL: We need more. CARRIE: You know,
I got more.
Carrie.
What? It's vampire rules.
They invited me in.
And if I happen to find a few kilos of cocaine, I'll call you.
(dance music playing)
Hey, hey, Flaming Volcano? Whoa!
That looks dangerous. Yeah.
Gabby, right? No...
I totally remember you.
No, no. No, you don't. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
We hooked up a couple times.
It was special.
I can say with absolute certainty
it never happened.
But I feel that I know you.
Your drink's on fire.
Hey, Colin!
Hey!
How you doing?
What are you doing here?
Well... I'm just hanging out, having fun.
I got kind of turned around on my way to the bathroom.
What are you doing at the party? I was invited.
What, you don't want me here?
You want to kick me out?
(sighs) Look, I've got nothing to hide, okay?
We're all just trying to have a good time.
Well, not Miles.
Miles isn't having as good time; Miles is dead.
What do you want me to say?
"I'm sorry"?
You don't seem that sorry.
In fact, you don't seem like
you're missing your friend much at all.
How should I be acting?
Wow.
You seem a little wound up there, Colin.
Is there something you want to tell me?
Yeah. Leave me alone.
Aw, Colin.
Come on!
What...
Where are we at?
I checked the frat's books.
There's a lot of cash moving in and out of their accounts.
Could they be laundering drug money?
It's possible.
How about bad apples at the fraternity? Nothing.
According to campus police, there haven't been
any drug busts involving Omega Rho members.
Okay. So I got an "it's possible" and a "nothing."
It's not gonna get us a warrant.
(phone ringing)
How's the party?
So, listen, everyone knows the hazing video's out.
I suspect they're all on their best behavior.
(partiers hooting)
With a few exceptions.
Listen, what if I could establish a pattern of travel
of Omega Rhos going to Toronto?
I'm afraid to ask how you'll do that.
I, uh...
I have my ways.
MAN: King of hearts.
(crowd groaning)
Everybody drinks.
CARRIE: Everybody drinks.
Another one.
Mm-hmm. Who's next?
Come on.
Eight of clubs.
Look at that. Clubs. Wow.
Everybody, drink!
Shots all around.
Very nice.
Okay. Ace of diamonds.
Ace of diamonds.
Hmm...
(mutters)
(crowd groaning)
You never miss. That's right.
Where'd you learn to do this?
Bar I worked at in Toronto actually.
It's a great city.
I was just up there a few weeks back.
Oh, yeah? What were you doing there?
We go up there to party.
It's only an hour flight.
Ah, well, there's always good...
Oh. Hey. Hello again.
Hey, I'm-I'm-I'm kind of busy right now.
Hey, let me get you a shot.
Uh... no, I'm...
I'm good. I'm good.
Yeah, Gabby, let's just get out of here.
It'll be like old times, hmm?
(slurring): Do you know where there's a...
Do you know where there's a bath... bathroom?
Uh, yes. It's...
(gasps)
(indistinct radio transmission)
WOMAN: Ma'am, can you hear me?
CARRIE: Yeah.
Are you hurt?
I...
I don't know.
Do you know
where you are, ma'am?
What happened?
I don't know.
I... I can't remember.
(groans)
(sighs)
A badge, Detective, does not let you walk away from a DUI.
Look, I'm telling you, I haven't had a drink, okay?
I haven't. Well, the circumstances tell a different story.
Now, are you going to cooperate or...
Why don't you try me!
Lieutenant Burns, Queens Homicide.
Can you give us a minute, please?
Carrie.
What?
Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm-I'm fine.
I'm fine.
What happened?
They must have drugged me.
At the party?
Yeah.
How?
It's just a... it's a black hole.
I don't know.
(knock on door)
(door opens)
Police department.
Search warrant.
Ah, it's cute.
Hey.
Police. Search warrant.
Good morning.
All right, let's start in the kitchen.
All right, I'm going to start upstairs.
Okay, this is the last place I was
before things got crazy.
I was in here.
What did you have to drink?
CARRIE: Only water.
I didn't see them drug me.
How the hell did I miss that?
Start with the last thing you remember.
I started feeling dizzy and-and nauseous.
(slurring): Do you know where there's a bath... bathroom?
Uh, yes. It's...
I was trying to get to a bathroom.
There are these holes in my-my memory.
Places I can't... I can't get to.
Focus on what you can see.
Build off of that.
(sighs)
(sotto voce): Oh, God.
Why couldn't you just leave it alone?
It was Colin who... who drugged me,
but he was scared.
Scared of what?
He had a partner.
They dragged me to a van.
I, uh...
I-I fought him off, and I made, I made it to my car.
Who was he?
I don't know.
ROE: Hey.
Colin Marsh is MIA.
We find any drugs at the frat house?
Couple of misdemeanor bags of weed.
How about Colin? We got the locals
sitting on his family's place in Connecticut.
Tried tracking his cell. No luck.
Come on. He's not Pablo Escobar.
It can't be that hard to track him down.
Guys, four Omega Rhos have admitted that they
went to Toronto with plane tickets Colin got for them.
They admit to transporting drugs?
Not yet. Right now they're all saying
they were helping him import T-shirts.
It's kind of tough to put a crewneck up your nose.
Maybe not so tough.
There was a drug bust last year at Newark.
Liquid cocaine from Honduras.
They soaked these canvas tents in cocaine.
Now, I saw Colin lose it on one of his frat brothers.
He was wearing a T-shirt with a maple leaf on the front.
What if they soaked the T-shirts in cocaine?
Maybe they sent Miles to pick up a load of shirts,
he realized what was going on.
No. If he figured it out up there,
there's no way that kid's gonna risk bringing them back.
The DEA replied to his e-mail, told him to call in,
but he never did, so they don't have them.
Okay. So there could be a bag stuffed with
drug-soaked T-shirts just sitting
in the lost and found at the airport.
Hold on a second.
How do you get the drugs out of the shirts?
You rinse it in a mix of water and industrial cleaner,
then you heat it up to burn off the liquid.
The residual powder would be pure cocaine.
What, I read.
Industrial cleaner.
Yeah, any kind of detergent, actually.
Colin's working with a guy at Dorner's Cleaners.
It's a, it's a dry-cleaning service they have on campus.
Dry cleaner would be perfect.
ROE: Got it.
On Queen's Boulevard. Frank Dorner, owner and operator.
All right, I'll recheck the security video from the dorms.
You know, I bet we can place Dorner's van
near that loading dock around the time Miles died.
So is Dorner working for Colin, or Colin working for Dorner?
Only one way to find out.
You all right?
We're gonna get you out of here.
(gasps)
(grunts)
(coughing, choking)
Get... off me!
Go to hell!
(coughs)
(coughing)
I had it under control.
I know. Yeah.
Oh.
Mr. Healy. Detective.
Hey. Hey.
First time I ever came into a police station voluntarily.
How can I help you?
Well, I was, uh, I was thinking about Miles.
And I was wondering what, what happens to his body
if no one claims it?
Well, he'll go to potter's field.
Uh-huh.
Well, I was thinking about other arrangements,
but I'm... I'm not sure how to make it happen.
I can help you.
I mean, we could do it together, you know?
Great. Thank you.
Sure.
You know...
he deserved better.
Yeah, he did.
We'll make it happen.
Great.
What's this?
"Two can play at this game."
What's going on?
Don't ask me.
You got her the flowers.
But I didn't. I...
can't accept this. Why not?
What's a girl gotta do?
Office romances, they always end in disaster.
There's Busseto dry cured salami,
sopressata...
Smoked duck.
I'm sure I'm gonna pay for this later,
but we all have our weaknesses.
Dorner's lawyer wants to cut a deal.
DA is holding firm at murder one.
Is Colin cooperating?
Yeah, he turned over six shirts.
Which might not have qualified him for felony trafficking,
except for the two dozen shirts
our DEA friends found at Pierson International in Toronto,
thanks to Miles.
So in the end, the rejected pledge helped bring them down.
You know, I think Miles would've like that.
If you can't join 'em, beat 'em.
So you told me.
What? When?
I don't know. A while ago.
Hey, so Elaine's at a seminar tonight.
You want to grab a drink?
You know, I'm-I'm, uh...
it's been a long day, I'm tired.
Rain check.
AL: Wells. Hold up.
I've been looking for you.
Why, what did I do wrong? You tell me.
You and Marston have a clearance rate over 80%.
Marston's really good.
My ass.
Guy's been coasting
to retirement since he got his shield.
He was barely scraping 40% when he partnered with you.
And now we're solving crimes. What's the problem?
He's taking all the credit, you're doing all the work.
You know what? You're right.
You're right, and I'm glad someone's finally noticed.
He is lazy, and he's stupid,
and I don't understand how nobody's done anything about it.
I'm going to.
No, what you're going to do
is make me really unpopular around here.
I doubt it.
I'm gonna make you my new partner.
You got a problem with that?
No.
Good.
Hey, Burns.
Yeah?
Why you doing this for me?
Who says it's for you?
(laughs)
Steve.
Hey, it's Carrie.
I just wanted to, um...
thank you for the flowers.
Yeah, you probably shouldn't send them to me at work.
(laughs) No, I'm not angry.
I'm hungry.
Dinner tonight would be great.
All right. I'll see you there.
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