*
(indistinct conversations)
(sighs)
Stop playing with your collar.
This new shirt is too tight--
I can't breathe.
Can you fit your finger in there? Yeah.
Well, then, it's not too tight.
What, did you memorize some Esquire article?
(sighs): No. Six months,
assistant floor manager at Tuxedo World,
Albuquerque, 2007.
No way, come on.
View your tuxedo as an investment,
that will guide you
through formal events
for years to come.
Shall I go on?
WOMAN: Name?
Carrie Wells, Al Burns.
(sighs) Right here.
Great. Please fill out a name tag.
You got a pen?
Uh... sorry.
Someone must've grabbed it and run off.
Oh, well, we're cops, we'll find them and arrest them.
Oh, you don't have to do that.
I got it.
Too cool for a name tag?
Yeah. I'm too cool for a name tag.
Name tags are designed to make
other people feel comfortable,
so they can come up and talk to you.
I want everyone to feel really uncomfortable,
so that they don't talk to me at all.
Nice dress.
You know, you act like
you don't like these charity things
Eliot invites us to,
but I think secretly, you love them.
You know what I love?
Ooh... are these little sandwichy things.
Hmm. WOMAN: Champagne?
ELIOT: Carrie,
Al, I'm so glad you could make it.
I would like to introduce you
to my wife Shelby.
It is a pleasure to finally meet you.
Likewise.
Eliot's told me so much about you.
All good things, I hope.
Glowing reviews.
Really! ELIOT: One of the many things
I love about Shelby:
discretion is a quality she holds in high regard.
(anxious laugh)
Well, not the only trait I've had to acquire
being married for 15 years. (laughs)
MAN: Shelby and Eliot. ELIOT: There he is.
Well, now the party can really begin.
Hi.
Lieutenant Al Burns.
Detective Carrie Wells.
I'd like you to meet
Manhattan Borough President Robert Bright.
Well, it's an honor to have you.
You're boss and I go way back.
Yeah, we were once called "young punks"
in the mayor's office, back in the day.
Wow, "punk" is not a word
I would associate with Eliot.
I have pictures.
ELIOT: Where's O'Bannon?
I haven't seen him.
Oh, my loyal Chief of Staff
is already working the floor.
It's all hands on deck, till the primary.
Oh, if I haven't said: Bob's running for mayor.
Yeah, I've heard: "For a brighter future."
Catchy.
Couldn't resist it, right?
WOMAN: Excuse me.
Bob-- Debby Ellenson from the Times Ah.
wants five minutes and they're gonna need you
up on the dais pretty soon. Okay, thanks.
So, uh, remind me to show you those photos later.
Diamond stud, left ear.
Won't you just go. (laughter)
It was the '90s, all right?
ELIOT: Aah, there's O'Bannon.
Um, if you'll excuse me.
AL: Your husband can work a room,
that's for sure.
Yes, he can.
It was a pleasure to meet you two.
The reviews really
are glowing; I didn't just say that.
Way to go, Eliot.
Hmm!
So, you got no one to talk to, O'Bannon?
It's good to see you, Eliot.
It's been a while.
I know, I know.
Hey, I'm-I'm sorry about, uh, lunch last month,
like, the office kind of blew up on me. Yeah.
I get it.
You're a busy man these days.
Yeah, yeah. You, too.
How's the campaign going?
Is Bright totally insufferable yet?
It's, uh...
Long hours, lots of handshakes.
He lives for it. (scoffs)
As many of you know, I'm Marcia Harrison,
co-chair for today's event.
MARCIA: This organization means a great deal
You okay? to the City of New York...
Yeah.
I'm fine, just, uh...
just been thinking about some stuff.
You know what? I'll call you.
We'll catch up.
Yeah, yeah, let's do that.
MARCIA: Okay, enough from me.
It's my honor to introduce to you
my co-chair for today's festivities,
Manhattan Borough President
and currently a candidate for something, I hear...
(laughter)
...Mr. Robert Bright.
BRIGHT: Thank you, Marcia
and thank you, all, for being here.
Listen, I'm not one to
count my chickens before they hatch, but...
once they do hatch,
I do plan to ask them for their votes.
(laughter)
Oh, where is that champagne when you need it?
Oh! There you go.
(glasses clink) Thank you.
See? All done
and plenty of daylight left. Yes!
What do you want to do? I don't know.
How about we go get some real food?
(siren wailing) Pretzel dog from Monte's?
A pret... really?
Have you seen the way I'm dressed?
(tires screech)
Whoa. Hold that thought.
OFFICER: Folks, NYPD. Clear the way.
(indistinct conversation)
(indistinct radio communication)
AL: That's Dave O'Bannon.
Okay, so, I found three wounds,
two of them superficial:
One to the left hand, one to the wrist,
probably defending himself.
The one on his neck
slashed his carotid artery;
probably would have bled out in minutes.
Time of death? It's preliminary,
but the temperature would indicate
maybe an hour ago.
That would place the murder around 3:00 p.m.
I'll know more when I get back to the lab.
How's he doing?
Mostly on the phone with Dave's wife;
arrangements and stuff.
The Three Amigos.
Dave, Eliot and Bright,
that's what we called them back in the '90s.
If you wanted anything from City Hall,
you had to go through them.
(whispers): It was not fun.
I'm sorry, Detectives.
Mr. Bright had to cancel his
campaign event for tonight.
But he had some constituent meetings
in his office.
So, he'll be available to talk with you ASAP.
Anything I can do.
This is awful.
CARRIE: Thanks. JO: I'll let you know
as soon as I have more information. Thank you.
Yeah, of course.
Yep. (clears throat)
Love to the kids.
(sighs) It's Dave's wife, Gina.
Their son's in Spain,
but their daughter Kara's coming in from Kenyon
tonight-- Oh, my God.
Shelby's gonna be devastated.
Eliot, is there anything you can tell us
that might help us solve this?
I-I didn't see him that much.
I, um...
I canceled lunch last month
for no good reason.
I did talk to him, uh, before the speeches.
He had a few, but, uh...
that was standard operating for Dave.
He did, though, seem...
kind of preoccupied.
(sighs): I don't know,
25 years, you know... it's, uh,
he was best man at my wedding.
He and Brighty flipped for it.
Eliot, if you need to take some time...
Yeah, I don't...
(sighing): I don't know how much good I can do here.
I just, uh...
We're gonna find who did this.
You know that, don't you?
I do.
Thanks.
(sighs)
MURRAY: Okay. Thanks.
Hey, so, there's no signs of forced entry--
both the door and the lock are intact.
What about hotel employees with keycards?
Yeah, I already ran down anyone who would've
legitimately had access to this room.
The ones who weren't working
the event on the roof
at the time of death have alibis.
So Dave knows his killer, lets him in?
That'd be my guess.
AL: All right, get whatever
security footage the hotel has.
I want to know everyone who even
walked by this room today.
Okay.
CARRIE: Al, take a look at this Sterno.
Something was burned in here.
We should have CSU bag it.
AL: No sign of his keys,
but his wallet is right here.
This wasn't about money.
Well, it was about something.
There were a lot of people at the fund-raiser.
A lot of powerful people.
And those powerful people
are now our suspects.
BRIGHT: Sorry to keep you waiting.
No one can believe it.
How's Eliot doing?
Okay, considering.
Yeah. The crazy thing is, I keep...
looking around for Dave to calm everyone down.
We just have a couple of questions, and a copy of the guest list
from today's event would be helpful.
Of course. Don, uh, could you pull a copy of the guest list
from the Clean Air thing for the detectives here?
Sure thing. Thanks.
(jaunty ringtone plays) Oh, I'm sorry.
One second.
Yes?
Wonderful. Just have it delivered to the house.
Thank you. Something like this happens,
hard to give a damn about a-a rug delivery.
So, you had some questions.
Yeah, we wanted to get a sense of Dave in the workplace,
you know, how he was with his coworkers.
Were there any issues you might want to tell us about?
The guy ran a very friendly ship-- just...
calm, calm, calm.
That was his thing.
Which, you know, is surprising, given where he came from.
What do you mean? I don't know how much
Eliot told you about us, but we were kind of an unlikely trio.
I was Upper East Side all the way.
Dalton, Princeton.
Eliot got ahead by his brains, right?
But Dave, he was a street kid.
Yeah, Valentine Ave., off Grand Concourse; he...
started as an errand boy for Koch when he was 21. Eliot mentioned
Dave was upset at the fund-raiser.
Do you have any idea why?
Eliot said that?
That's funny.
I remember thinking he was a little distracted lately, too,
just a feeling I got, you know?
The past few weeks, he'd get up in the middle of meetings
to take personal calls.
Never did that before.
Yeah.
(phone ringing)
Sorry.
I, uh,
got everyone waiting for a statement.
So...
Thank you. We're good for now.
Thanks, guys.
Uh, Don will get you that invite list
(phone chimes) on your way out.
Okay.
Dave's wife can see us now.
CARRIE: He's just too slick.
His dear friend is murdered,
what, a few hours ago and he's already back here working it.
Well, someone's got to rally the troops.
(sighs) I think we should check his alibi.
And then, this is the three of them
with the councilman, I think,
dedicating some memorial in the park.
God, Bob looks so young. (chuckles)
I remember Dave forgot his tie.
Eliot lent him that one, I think. AL: Gina...
was your husband particularly upset about anything recently?
Either at work or in his personal life?
No.
He... he was a little down
with both of the kids being away, but...
we were gonna do some traveling after the election.
Maybe even moving someplace a little warmer.
He wasn't planning to stay with Bright if he won?
No... (chuckles, sniffles)
The whole power thing never meant too much to Dave.
That's more Bob.
And Eliot.
Dave just liked helping out his friend.
He thought Bright would make a good mayor.
You agree?
Yeah, you know...
at that level you gotta make a lot of compromises.
The higher you go, the harder they get.
At least, I know Dave felt that way.
Were there any compromises in particular that bothered him?
No.
But I could tell something was on his mind.
When he was in a bad mood,
he would take out this map of California,
and start looking at towns
out in the desert.
(crying): I saw a lot of the desert these past few weeks.
Okay.
Thank you.
And if you think of anything else...
(low, indistinct talking)
I'm sorry, um, the man in...
in the photo on the right-hand side, with your husband?
Who-who is that?
Oh, Dec McCauley.
Declan, he's a,
he's a friend from back in the day.
He and Dave hauled trash with the Brooklyn Hauling Association
when Dave was just out of high school.
Wow, that's rough work.
Yeah.
But Dave always said
it was the best job he ever had.
(cell phone ringing)
Oh...
excuse me.
Dave's sister.
CARRIE: He was at the fund-raiser.
Really?
Doesn't seem like his kind of thing.
No. No, it doesn't.
Declan McCauley, president of the BHA for the past two years.
And by Brooklyn Hauling Association,
what we're really talking about here
is the Irish Mob. Hmm.
Now, officially, the BHA controls
most of the private trash-hauling contracts
in Brooklyn and the Bronx.
He wasn't on the guest list, so what was he doing there?
Maybe the McCauleys are looking to get their hooks
into power brokers at the event?
And they figure...
they could use Dave to make the introductions.
Dave O'Bannon is no friend of the Mob.
As far as you know.
I know Dave. Okay,
but, right now, a reputed Mob boss
is our best lead in the investigation
of his murder. I think we should follow
that lead.
Of course. You're right.
We're here to talk about Dave O'Bannon.
Heartbreaking is what that is.
We're hoping you could tell us what went on
between the two of you at that fund-raiser.
Nothing went on.
He invited me and I went.
You got a copy of that invitation?
'Cause you're not on the guest list.
So, stuff falls through
the cracks, I guess.
I'll tell you what-- I'll look for it. You and Dave
have been friendly for a number of years.
Is that right?
Since he was a kid.
Came to work for my uncle in 1986.
And you stayed in touch ever since?
I'd see him at family things.
You know, talked to him at the holidays.
Stuff like that.
And that was it?
You want a bite?
It's tough to get a nice, dry-aged rib eye these days.
You know where it's really hard to get a dry-aged rib eye?
Dannemora State Prison.
Mr. McCauley,
everyone knows the Brooklyn Hauling Association
owns half the private trash contracts
in the five boroughs, and that you keep
those contract prices down
by discouraging landlords
from asking for more.
Thing is, what some call "discouraging,"
the law calls extortion, bribery and felonious assault.
Now, we may look the other way, because hey,
somebody's picking up our garbage.
But that could change very fast.
Look.
The BHA and Dave, we did things old-school.
We had an arrangement.
I see a contract comes available
in the city, I contact Dave, he makes some calls.
That's the way business has been run for 150 years in this city.
You were paying him to steer contracts your way?
Paying him? (laughs)
Right.
O'Bannon never took a dime in his life.
I mean, not a turkey for this guy on Christmas.
It wasn't about the money.
It was about taking care of family.
Which is why bailing on me made no sense.
So, he wanted out of this arrangement?
He told me it was over.
I had to start bidding jobs public
like some punk or something. I didn't know what was going on.
So I went there today to talk to him.
I mean, I know the guy a long time.
He was in his head going on about tough choices,
doing the right thing.
Honestly, I figured it was the booze talking,
so I heard him out and I left.
Dave was like
my kid brother-- I'd never touch him.
The fact is I got an alibi anyway.
After I left the hotel, I went to my niece's school.
They're doing Riverdance.
One thing, though, Detectives.
If Dave O'Bannon was working other handshake arrangements
around town with construction,
heat and air, whatever,
and he came over all born-again virtuous like he done with me?
I can guarantee you those folks
would not show similar restraint.
Eliot.
Hi, Jo. (clears throat)
I was just leaving.
Did you...
find out anything new?
Not really.
Except, uh, however he sustained
that wound to his carotid is definitely what killed him.
Oh, and this might be interesting.
I found makeup on Dave's thumb.
"Makeup"? Yeah.
I don't know what kind.
I'll send it out to be analyzed.
They'll figure it out.
Also, I found some partial prints
in the room, but there were no matches in the system.
I, um, heard from Carrie
there was some unusual substance in a can of Sterno?
That's a long shot.
But we sent it to the lab,
see if they can retrieve anything.
He was a good man.
Yeah, he was.
I'm sorry, Eliot.
I took a look at the trash-hauling deals
Dave O'Bannon was backing out of with his pal Declan.
They're for a couple of these skinny skyscrapers
being built around Central Park.
They're pretty controversial
because they've been approved
despite the shade they're gonna throw across the park.
There's been a lot of press.
"Activ8NY."
I've never heard of it.
It's an online news service focusing
mostly on muckraking in New York City.
They've been running a series of critical articles
on all these buildings.
Uh, cost overruns,
union corruptions, falsified
environmental records. CARRIE: Wait a second.
That woman.
Champagne?
Pam Lisotta. I know her.
That's a pretty obscure blog.
No, she was at the fund-raiser.
She was waitressing.
Well, maybe it's a second job.
I mean, how much money can you make
working for a political blog?
No, I read the staff list
that Bright gave us.
There was no Pam Lisotta on that list.
She must've come in under a different name.
The question is why?
Fine, I used a friend's I.D. who caters
at the Filmont to get into the event.
Dave O'Bannon's phone records indicate seven incoming calls
all from an unknown burner cell.
Do you want to save us the time of linking that phone to you?
(groans) Okay.
I was trying to get to him That's true.
It-it was for a series I'm writing.
On the skyscrapers around Central Park?
I believe the process of awarding building rights
is being short-circuited.
Someone in city government is taking money
from developers to award construction deals.
And one of Bright's duties as Manhattan borough president
is to oversee the awarding of major construction contracts.
You bet it is. And one of Bright's major donors,
Marcia Harrison, just happens to be in line
for several of those deals.
So you think Bright's using his influence
as borough president to throw contracts her way?
And in exchange, she makes significant contributions
to Bright's mayoral campaign.
The problem is I had no proof.
I needed a money trail, smoking gun.
I thought Dave O'Bannon might have one.
Hold on, Dave was actively working to get Bright elected.
Why would he help you?
At first, he wouldn't.
But I finally got him to look around
a little on his own.
When he called back, he seemed shocked.
He said he'd found something.
He was willing to share it with me.
He sent me a text.
Well, burn note.
I took a screen shot.
"Tomorrow, 10:00 a.m., Penn Station.
I'll have what you need."
But then...
I think he lost his nerve
because he stopped returning my phone calls.
So, you snuck into the fund-raiser to confront him?
Yeah. But I never had the chance.
How do we know
that once Dave stopped cooperating,
you didn't just go to his room and make him?
I worked the whole party. There was a supervisor
from hell who wouldn't let me out of his sight.
You can talk to him. I was loading out
when the cops found Dave's body.
JAY: So, maybe Marcia Harrison got wind
that Dave was gonna blow the whistle on that whole
cash for contract scheme she was running with Robert Bright?
Well, it's a motive.
Plus, she was at the fund-raiser,
so she had access to Dave's hotel room.
Hold on-- we're talking about accusing
one of the top real estate developers in this city
of fraud and possibly murder?
Not to mention implicating the man
who may be the next mayor of New York.
We need more than just the word of a blogger.
There's nothing on Dave's work computers.
But I say we find whatever he was gonna hand over
to Lisotta today at Penn Station, we got our proof.
Maybe it's still at Penn Station in a locker.
His keys were missing.
No sign of his keys. His wallet is right here.
This wasn't about money.
Is there a storage locker near Penn Station
that has the word "Pete" in it?
I don't know-- Pete's Storage, Pete's... something.
Bingo! Pete's Storage and Packing.
It's on 36th Street between 8th and 9th.
Yes!
No, we got cameras that cover the cashier,
but not back here-- it's not that kind of place.
What kind of place is it?
(laughs) Look, honestly,
in the property retention business,
you get what you pay for.
Hey, you getting evicted tomorrow,
you need a place to store your crap?
You come to me. But Fort Knox we're not.
And if you could afford Fort Knox,
you wouldn't be getting evicted, right?
So, what kind of security do you have in this place?
MAN: Well, our clients get a code to get in the hallway
and a lock for the unit-- that's about it.
I would say the system is fairly secure.
With an emphasis on "fairly."
No luck on the storage locker, I hear?
Nope. But I'm reviewing exterior security footage from the area,
hoping someone familiar pops up.
You get any results back on the makeup
Webster found on the body?
Oh, yeah. As a matter of fact,
some fancy French stuff called JYB.
Cost 500 bucks an ounce or something.
Belgium.
Huh?
JYB, it's from Belgium.
Okay.
So, we know someone entered the hallway at Pete's Storage
using the key code at 5:12 p.m.
They cleared out Dave's locker.
There wasn't even anyone else in the building on Sunday.
And whatever was in that locker
has got to implicate Bright.
Al, do you have a second?
Yeah.
Listen, I know I said I was gonna stay out of this,
but this is all pretty thin, isn't it?
No, I don't think so.
We know Dave was gonna turn over the documents,
and we know the documents were taken from Dave's locker.
Actually, we don't, strictly speaking, know any of that.
For the sake of your career and for the careers
of everyone in this section,
if you plan on accusing David O'Bannon,
Robert Bright and Marcia Harrison of being involved
in a scandal of this magnitude,
you're gonna need a lot more than an online blogger
and an empty locker.
A lot more.
You guys got to see this.
...you can imagine my distress
when Mr. O'Bannon, a member
of the Borough President's office,
approached me offering to procure building contracts
for me if I would contribute to Robert Bright's campaign.
He told me that the Borough President himself
was not aware of this offer, but that if I agreed,
he would raise the plan with him.
I, of course, told Mr. O'Bannon I would have no part of it
and immediately contacted
Bob Bright. Bob?
BRIGHT: Dave O'Bannon was a longtime friend
and, as Ms. Harrison mentioned,
a trusted aide.
But after my own internal investigation,
it appears that he was attempting to sell the power
and influence of my office for money.
I want to assure the people of New York
that Dave O'Bannon was doing so on his own,
and for his own good.
I welcome a full investigation by the Manhattan DA
into this matter, but, for now, I'm...
I'm heartbroken by this betrayal.
(tires screeching)
You're a jackass, you know that?
Eliot... How could you sell Dave out?
You know he couldn't possibly have done what you said.
Okay, you think I want to believe it?
He was our friend, Eliot.
I-I looked after him, I took him with me for years.
You took him? He...
He brought you up, he made you.
Yeah, well...
I've been carrying him for the last 18 months.
Something was going on. You would've known if you'd
checked in on him from time to time.
He was dirty.
There's evidence. Lots of evidence.
Your guys would've found it.
What would you do in my position?
I would've made damn sure I was right before I went public.
I am sure.
Look, we always knew Dave was street.
We dressed him up, he looked the part,
but deep down, who knows?
Sometimes people just go back
to being who they are. Bob.
We really are running behind. All right.
I'm sorry, Eliot.
What'd you get from Marcia Harrison?
She handed over everything.
Full access to her financials, independent audit
of all her dealings, complete calendar.
She was upstairs at the time of O'Bannon's murder.
She couldn't be cleaner.
Bright, too. Turned over his financials
and his alibi is airtight. Okay, we know
Dave O'Bannon was involved in some kind of corruption.
Lisotta says he was trying to come clean.
And someone didn't want that.
Same person who knew about the locker.
I want the names
of everyone Dave O'Bannon
had contact with in the last few weeks
leading up to his murder. I'm guessing
our killer's in that group. Names, Jay.
I'm on it, boss.
You get very far tracking O'Bannon?
I'm combing through closed circuit footage,
trying to fill in the last month of his life--
restaurants, clubs.
Traced a credit card receipt last week to this place.
Jeffrey's, over on 49th St.
Yeah, I know it. Looks like we got nothing
on O'Bannon going inside,
but maybe he entered through the back.
Now... that's the time from the receipt.
I'm waiting to see if there's anybody
who has ties to the skyscrapers
or the trash contracts who might have been going in or out.
Can you... So far, I got nothing.
Can you widen out
right there, at the curb?
The car? Yeah.
Holy smokes, that's a classic.
They stopped making 'em in '74.
See? I told you, boss-- disco killed everything.
You want to take a look at the plate?
I can enhance it. No, no, thanks.
I'm all right.
Hey, Al, you got a minute?
Look, I, uh... I don't know
what to do about this thing.
What's the matter?
Look, I totally get why Eliot's
really invested in this particular case,
but I just found out he logged into my computer
through a back-door program and downloaded
all the files related to the O'Bannon case.
I know he's our boss, but... seems kind of weird, right?
Yeah, it does. And there's a couple other things,
you know, questions he's been asking. I mean...
Is there something going on I should know about?
I sure hope not.
Eliot.
What's going on?
Jay just told me about the files.
Easy, Burns, it's nothing. I just thought it would be best
if I kept a low profile on this.
Low profile? Given your personal involvement here,
you should have no profile.
This isn't about you.
It is not about the investigation.
It is a personal matter.
If it's about Dave O'Bannon, it is about the investigation.
Are you covering for him?
Covering for...?
(chuckles)
Al, Dave was...
having an affair with my wife.
What?! Yeah.
That little patch of makeup Webster found on him?
That $500-an-ounce one?
The reason I know it's from Belgium
is because I bought it for Shelby
the last time I was in Brussels.
That doesn't prove anything.
It's an exclusive brand.
It's not even sold in the U.S.
Then I see her car parked outside
of a restaurant that I know Dave's eating in.
They're friends, they're having lunch... Well, he came in
the back door. He probably left the same way.
It's funny, huh?
The Aspen Conference last March.
Shelby was presenting for her environmental do-gooder group.
She stays at the Twelve Tree--
that sour little hotel in the woods?
Dave O'Bannon had a room three doors down.
And on and on
and wearily on, it goes.
Receipts of Dave's that Jay's been tracking.
They match times Shelby told me she was...
meeting friends or getting her hair done or all the...
usual excuses.
Eliot.
I'm sorry.
Well, she'll have information
on O'Bannon's state of mind.
Maybe he bared his soul along with everything else.
I suppose you'll need to talk to her.
I think you need to talk to her.
You wouldn't understand.
What don't I understand? Come on, Shelby.
Lay it on me. What possible reason
could I have given you for having an affair
with one of my closest friends?
I never slept with Dave.
Aspen? Hmm?
Yeah.
I know about Aspen.
I... Dave just... He happened to be there.
And I'm glad he was.
Secret rendezvous at Jeffrey's?
We had drinks. How did your makeup
get on his hand?
We found it.
It's a little forensic thing we do.
This is why, you know.
We don't know each other anymore, Eliot.
I mean, you don't know me.
No, I don't.
Fine, what-- you...
want us to go back to Sharon?
Because I'm pretty sure she's gonna say
cheating on your husband is not the way to...
I never slept with Dave!
Ugh.
That afternoon, at the fund-raiser...
I, uh...
I went early to talk to him.
I had made up my mind to leave you.
I cried, but I knew I had to do it.
Dave talked me out of it.
He took my face in his hands...
and told me what a loving,
wonderful man you are.
And that you deserved
a second chance.
(sniffles)
So...
there's your answer to the little...
forensic thing.
What's my answer?
That's what I want to know.
She never spoke with Dave about his business dealings or
anything else, for that matter.
I guess he was just a shoulder to cry on.
Eliot, I'm sorry.
Yeah, me too.
Hey, boss, uh,
is this a bad time? It's terrible. Come in.
Okay. I got the analysis back of the ash
in the Sterno can, from the crime scene.
Turns out it was a piece of paper.
We also found some adhesive and some ink.
A sticker of some kind.
(Carrie chuckles)
Like from a name tag you might wear
at, say, a fundraiser?
Could be. Sure.
AMANDA: Excuse me.
Bob, Debby Ellenson just wants
five minutes, and they're gonna need you up on the dais.
I'm sorry, Detectives.
Mr. Bright had to cancel
a campaign event for tonight.
But he had some constituent meetings at the office,
so he'll be available
to talk with you ASAP.
It was a name tag. Bright's aide, Amanda Temple.
She had one name tag on before Dave was murdered
and a completely different one after.
What do we know about her?
Campaign advisor Bright brought in from Chicago.
Fixer type.
Reputation for hardball.
AL: So to protect Bright,
she plays hardball, she kills Dave,
then she realizes she lost her name tag,
makes herself a new one.
Jay, did the analysis indicate
what kind of ink was used on that name tag?
Yeah. It's, uh... Ink's from a fountain pen.
Something fancy called a Montegrappa.
I think I'm saying it right.
I'm sorry. What are you doing?
Oh, hi, Amanda.
Is this your car?
Yes. What is this, Detective? Huh.
Illinois plates. You've been in the state for over six months,
and you should've gotten new plates by now.
You have to be kidding me.
What, they have you handing out tickets now?
It's, like, budget cuts, you know?
(chuckles, groans)
Here we go.
Sign this, please.
Can I have the pen? I'm sorry.
Don't take it personally. It's just that I loan people my pens
to sign these. I've lost, like, 100.
I got to draw the line somewhere, you know?
Fine. Whatever.
Whoa.
Wow. Is-is that a Montegrappa?
Yeah. You know,
they make their own ink for their pens.
Very unique.
Great. Thanks for the education.
We done here?
No.
We're just beginning.
The ink from your pen is a perfect match
to the sample we have in evidence.
Doesn't conclusively place me in the hotel room.
Once we checked your prints against the partials
we picked up, it got pretty conclusive.
Plus, the cut to Dave's throat
was messy-- my guess is, once we test your clothes
for blood... There's a big difference I wasn't...
between murder one and manslaughter, Amanda.
We know you killed him. Help me out here,
so I can help you.
It was an accident.
I didn't go there to hurt him.
Things, they just got out of hand, I swear.
What happened?
O'Bannon and I set everything up.
We were going to approach Marcia Harrison.
And then he just changed his mind. So you go
to his room at the hotel to change it back. Yes.
But he was furious and...
he'd been drinking and...
said that I was what was wrong with politics today.
Told me he'd been talking to some reporter.
When I tried to calm him down, he came at me.
So you cut his throat
in self-defense? I was scared.
He was threatening me. I...
picked up the knife.
I tried to keep him back,
and the next thing I know, he's on the ground.
I didn't mean to kill him.
What did Bright know?
Nothing.
I told him that I had spoken to Dave
but that he was fine when I left the room.
Then what was in those files you took from Dave's storage locker?
What files?
I don't know anything about a locker.
(door opens)
I don't get it. She confessed to killing Dave,
but when I pressed her about the information he had,
she pulled the plug. She's calling her lawyer right now.
She didn't implicate anybody else?
AL: Not Marcia Harrison or Bob Bright.
She says it was just her and Dave.
She'll go down for this, probably manslaughter
and some corruption charge. But it ends with her.
Oh. Here's the star of the show.
REPORTER: Mr. Bright. Mr. Bright. Are we to believe
you knew nothing about what was going on in your office?
There was clearly a group inside my staff
that worked covertly to use the influence of this office
(jaunty ringtone plays) to their benefit. I'm sorry.
That's all I know right now.
(reporters clamoring)
(jaunty ringtone plays) Oh, I'm sorry.
One second.
Yes. Wonderful. Just have it delivered
to the house.
(phone ringing)
I, uh, got everyone
waiting for a statement.
That ringtone.
(sighs) I know where the files are.
Okay, listen, when we went to Bright's office,
he got a call, right? He said it was about a rug.
It was Amanda. She was calling him
about the documents being delivered.
The times match up. We were there at the same time
somebody got into Dave's storage locker.
She had just gotten the stuff from his locker.
That's what was being delivered to his house.
The files.
BRIGHT: Eliot.
Why are you doing this?
Look, whatever it is you think you're looking for,
it won't stick.
You just... You're burning
a bridge here, a bridge that can still lead
to our dream. Remember?
Me in the mayor's office. You, police commissioner.
We can still live that dream-- we will.
Think of the good we can do for this town.
Yeah-- what about what we can do for Amanda?
You knew about the skyscraper deal... everything...
That's why she's protecting you, right?
So once you become mayor, you can repay the favor.
It's enough, Bob. It's enough.
Dave had nothing to do with it, did he?
(whispering): You know what's gonna happen,
Eliot, don't you?
Yeah, I know.
I don't care.
You don't care?
October 18, 1998?
Huh?
OFFICER: Found this in the hall closet.
Open it up.
Eliot...
Don't destroy everything.
Cuff him.
(scoffs)
Yeah. Say good-bye to Major Crimes, your friends...
Everything.
(exhales) CARRIE: Eliot,
what happened in 1998?
I used to blame it on us being young.
But now I'm thinking...
that's just who we are.
We were...
interns-- me, Bright and Dave--
for a senator.
Doesn't matter who.
He loved us.
He gave us that atrocious nickname, the Three Amigos.
Anyway, one night, uh, I get a call, 4:00 in the morning.
He's in Hell's Kitchen and something's gone wrong.
We go down and...
find him in a room there with a, um...
well, with a girl who had...
been careless with her opiates.
She fell asleep, never woke up.
He didn't know what to do.
We did.
We made sure nobody knew he was there.
And going forward,
whenever we needed a favor... (sighs)
well, the senator was there for us.
That was a long time ago.
Doesn't seem that way to me.
You headed home, Eliot?
Mm-mm. Not just yet.
Figured I'd savor my last few moments here.
It's not gonna go that way.
No one's gonna believe anything Bright says.
Not after this.
I don't know. I wish I had your faith.
CARRIE: You don't need faith.
You got me.
And my buddy Declan. What's he doing here?
October 18, 1998. You don't remember?
Maybe?
Well, Declan here definitely remembers.
Tell him, Dec. My family's
had the hauling contract for Yankee Stadium
going on 40 years.
They gave us all a bunch of tickets to the first...
Second.
...second game of the World Series.
I invited Dave. He brought you along as well.
Yeah, but I-I never went. Sure, you did.
There were 15 of us.
We stayed till the very last out.
We went back to my place.
Everybody remembers how excited you were.
What else?
DECLAN: It was such a special night...
you kept your ticket stub.
What a thoughtful gift.
You got a pretty good memory.
It's what I'm known for.
That's funny. Me, too.
Thank you.
It's what Dave would have wanted.
(sighs)
What you doing sitting out here?
Just waiting for you.
(sighs)
I feel so bad for Dave.
Seeing how far Bright was willing to go, it...
must've made him question everything.
Only it was too late for him.
What is that?
Uh, that's, uh, peach blueberry.
From Sweet Creations in Nashville?
I had to, uh, pull a few strings.
Course you did.
(sighs)
(moans)
(chuckles)
Don't go.
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