(upbeat rock music) - I bet you'd look good in that. Why don't I buy it for you? - (sighs) As if
my dad would ever let me wear a dress like that. (laughs) - Well, Daddy doesn't need to know everything
you do, does he? - Not everything. - Good. A buddy of mine
is having a party. Why don't we go check it out? I heard you like to party. (laughs) Let me see if I can
ditch my friend. (chuckles) (laughs) (upbeat music) (tense music) ♪ Oh oh oh ♪ ♪ Oh oh oh ♪ ♪ Oh oh oh, oh oh ♪ (engine rattling) (upbeat rock music) (car rattling)
- What is it? (car sputtering) (sighs) (engine revving weakly)
(groans) God, don't! (engine revving weakly) (sighs) (metal clanking) (tense music) (somber music) (horn honks) (door clicking) (door thudding) (car engine humming) (siren blaring) (knocks) - [Man On Radio]
Flushing Hills, 1-10-4. Status. (siren blares) - No, don't! Let me out of here! No, please stop, no! No! No! - [Jake] Shut up! (Louise screaming) (gasping) (sobbing) (somber, dramatic music) (gasping) - Thanks. (sighs) (knocks) - Hey, I wanted to slay
the fatted cow for you, but Joe said you wanted to
slip in under the radar. - Joe's right. - Well, good luck. This is Milford, remember. You get mice, it's news. - Lucky I keep a clean kitchen. - Oh, are you
planning to moonlight as a biology teacher, are you? - Well, that's a thought. - Well, I hope you
learned to make coffee at that fancy crime school. (sighs) - I don't drink coffee. - Oh, you don't have to
drink it to make it, Lisa. - You do in this outfit. And it's Detective Monroe,
until she says otherwise. - Oh, all right. (sighing) - I don't remember him being
so brutish when we were kids. - Ah, he's old school. I think all this makes
him a bit uncomfortable. - Oh, you mean threatening. - Old school guys
don't get threatened. They get even. (chuckles) - Well, I was under the
impression that I was here to drag this outfit
into the 21st century. - Right, drag away. So is it against
policy in Detroit to hug a fellow detective? - Yeah, but we're not in
Detroit. (chuckles) - It's good to have you back. You look, uh, older. - Thanks. - Better, older and better. I mean, you look better than
when you left for college. - Well, 12 years
will do that to you. - So, everything's okay
here aside from Kling? - Just like home. Is there something
you wanna tell me? - (sighs) This is lousy timing, but Jake Mitchell was
paroled two weeks ago. I thought you should know. - It was bound to happen. - So I thought maybe we could
get some dinner tonight. Talk about the two
changes that have happened in Milford over
the last 12 years. - I promised to make a
grocery run for my grandma. Now that I'm back, she
has family again, I... - That's, that's fine. Tell her I said hi. - I will. - Okay. - She's not much of a cook. If you can wait 'til nine, I could go for some
Chinese takeout. (Lisa chuckles) (tense music) (sighs) (door thudding) (door latch rattling) (doorbell rings) Hello, Grandma, are you home? Grandma Lou? (camera clickng) (sighs) (camera clicking) (laughs) - [Lou] Mm! - I hope you don't mind
if I don't join you. I'm having a late dinner
with Joe O'Conner. (sighs) - I like Joe. He always asked about
you every time I saw him. How do you think he
found you in Detroit? (laughing) Let's have a little drink to
celebrate your reunion, hm? - Grandma, diabetics aren't
supposed to drink alcohol. - Oh, now you just relax. (wine splashing) I know how to
regulate my insulin. I've been doing it for the
better part of 40 years. (sighs) Remember Gammy's
words to live by. Go to your grave
with no regrets. (glasses clink) (laughing) - (sighs) You're a
real trip, Grandma. (sighs) - Speaking of trips, I
saw that green car again at the doughnut shop yesterday. It's been following me. - What do you mean
following you? - What do you think I mean? I see it everywhere I go. Now I want you to
check him out for me. - All right. Give me the number and
I'll run his plates. (rustling) - Can you believe this? I don't remember where I put it. - Well, when you find
it, you let me know. (sighs) (laughs) Grandma, you know they
paroled Jake Mitchell? (dark, foreboding music) He's living in Milford again. - How they can let
a man like that out of prison is just beyond me. - It doesn't make much sense
to me either, and I'm a cop. - Oh, Jenny was
such a sweet girl. (sighing) I remember that day like
it happened this morning. I was driving home from bingo. (car clicking) Hey! Jenny, are you okay? What happened? - I don't know. It just conked out. - Let me give you a ride home. (horn honks) - It's okay. My lucky day. (door thudding) - I thought she'd be all right. I thought he was
there to help her. (dramatic, eerie music) Oh that poor, little girl, little Jenny. - There's no way
you could have known what would happen, Grandma. There's no way any of
us could have known. (tense music) (dramatic music)
(Lisa screams) (gasps) Joe, you scared the... - Sorry, guess I'm early. - Hope there's shrimp in there. - [Joe] Ha, I'm
a man of my word. What kind of cop would I be
to show up without shrimp? (door clicking) (dog barking) - So when I graduated
college, I took the first job I was offered as
a criminologist. (mellow country music) I never intended to stay in
Detroit as long as I did. But when you grow up in Milford, Detroit feels like it's
halfway across the world. - I know what you mean. Take the bus. It feels longer than that. - No way. You took the bus from Milford? Are you nuts? - I told you we're
on a small budget. Don't get me started
on the motel. (laughs) - So, why'd you come looking for me? Why not find someone closer? - Two reasons. I couldn't think of
anyone that was closer to Milford than you were. - What's the second reason? - Nobody else in town likes Shrimp Szechuan
with garlic sauce. (laughs) - [Woman On Television]
Somebody that you know and love won't forget to
take their medicine. - [Woman On Television]
That's very important. I'm sorry, but my
grandma used to... (television clicking) (cane clattering) - [Lou] Oh dear! (tense music) (lock clicking) (stairs creaking) - Thanks for everything. - You're welcome. See you tomorrow,
Lieutenant O'Conner. (sighs) (door creaking) - [Joe] Good night,
Detective Monroe! (laughs) (sighs) (phone ringing) (phone beeping) - Hello, Grandma Lou. Hello? Grandma? Can you hear me? (phone clicking) (dial tone ringing) (phone beeping) (phone ringing) Answer. Answer the phone. (sighs) (door rattling) (doorbell ringing) Grandma! (knocking) (gasping) (glass shattering) (lock clicking) (door creaking) Grandma? (dramatic music) Grandma? Grandma, wake up! (phone beeping) This is Detective Monroe. I need an ambulance, 1120 Clifton Avenue, a
woman, 70s, unconscious. (sighs) Please, hurry. There's no pulse. (police chattering) - [Joe] What do we got, Stu? - It looks pretty
straightforward. There's no sign of a break-in. It doesn't look like a robbery. Only forced entry was
your new detective. - Cause of death? - Oh, because of her age,
the paramedics thinks it was a heart attack or
insulin shock from the diabetes. - Oh boy. - [Man] No no, I'm gonna try... - Hey, careful, Joe! Detective Monroe doesn't
want anything disturbed. (somber music) (Lisa sobbing) (plastic rustling) (dial tone ringing) (phone beeping) (phone ringing) - Lisa, I'm really sorry. I know how special
Louise was to you. - She was so excited
about my coming home. - Look, you, (sighs) you
don't have to do this. Why don't you go home
and let us handle it? - No, I'm okay, Joe, really. I need to do this. She kept a secret, hidden key
under a gnome in the garden. I saw it there
earlier today, but, when I rushed over
here, it was gone. - Well, maybe she moved it. - It's been there since
we were kids, Joe. I think someone found
it and broke in. The location of the
body doesn't feel right. I checked her redial. She called me from upstairs. She doesn't say a word
and then walks downstairs at night and decides to
sit and read the paper. - What's the problem with that? (Lisa sighs) - Well, to start with,
where's her cane? Well, she needs
it to get around. How'd she get downstairs? - Maybe she slid
down the banister. I don't know. - Maybe you'd like to write
this off as old woman dies, so you can get back to bed. - Maybe I would. - You know, this is
Lisa's family, Stu. - That's right, it's her family. Maybe she should
go home and mourn. Spend a little time
to be more objective. - Are you saying
I can't do my job? - No, I'm saying that... I'm saying that your
grandmother heard a noise. She got spooked. She called you. Then she decided to
check it out for herself, so she came downstairs and
waited for you to show up. - Reading the paper in the dark? - Unless you can
come up with somebody who has a motive to break
in here, undetected, kill her showing no
signs of a struggle, and then slip away
empty-handed, yes! - (sighs) I think I
know my grandmother a little better than you do. - Okay, take it outside. - Please don't say
maybe he's right. - He's a good cop. But it's your call on this one. - My grandmother
thought there was a man following her the last few
days in a green car. (sighs) Maybe he staked out the
house, found the key. (sighs) She wrote down his license
plate number, but misplaced it. - Okay, we'll make everyone
aware that we're looking for a possible
license plate number before they go
through the house. I'll wait for the coroner's
report on cause of death, and in the meantime, I'll
get Stu on the green car and any other
break-ins in the area. And, uh, you can handle this. - Thanks, Joe. (somber rock music) (camera clicking) It has to be here somewhere. Subject, Louise Dexter, age 70. Cause of death, undetermined
pending autopsy report. Crime scene reveals
no sign of struggle, no forced entry, nothing stolen. Maybe Kling's right. (knocking) - It's the coroner's initial
report, pretty straightforward. - Heart attack brought
on by insulin shock. - You're not surprised. - The empty insulin vial
pretty much assured that. - Call it a night. (dramatic music)
(fire crackling) - Two fresh needle marks. (camera clicking) - If you ask me, it's a
complete waste of time. I mean, you're chasing
after a green car that probably
doesn't even exist. - It's the only lead we've got
right now, so we go with it. - The coroner says it
was a heart attack. - I know what the
coroner says, Stu, but this is Lisa's
investigation. I expect you to give her
your full cooperation. (dog barking) (sighing) (dark, foreboding music) (lock clicking) (sighs) (door creaking) (door thudding) (sighs) (sighs) (dramatic music) (recorder clicking) (sighs) - Victim was in bed giving
herself an injection of insulin. Intruder enters using the key
from under the garden gnome. Victim makes a phone call. (door creaking) (phone beeping) (phone ringing) Intruder enters bedroom. (gasping) Hello, Grandma Lou. Hello? Grandma? Can you hear me? (phone clicking) He gives you a second shot. (Lou grunting) And he carries you downstairs. And he sits you on the couch. (paper rustling) - [Joe] Lisa, you here? (recorder clicking) - I'm upstairs. - You're not gonna believe it. Kling got a hit on the
car from the paperboy. Said he'd seen an
old model green car cruising around here for weeks. - The paper. (dramatic music) Of course. He killed her in the bedroom
with a second shot of insulin, put her on the couch, and
left this as a message. - What kind of message? One of the articles? - Well, maybe. Wait a minute, look at the date. - [Joe] December 2nd, 1989. - It's 15 years old. - What happened on December 2nd? We need a calender from 1989. (paper rustling) - No, we don't. (dramatic music) That's the day Jake
Mitchell killed Jenny Rand. It's been my experience to
look for the obvious first. And the obvious has
to be Jake Mitchell. - Your experience. - Yes, Sergeant, my experience. I worked on over 50
homicides while I was with the Detroit
Police Department. - I see, and your experience
tells you that killers like Jake Mitchell like to
leave little clues around, so you can go get 'em. - Okay, that's not constructive. Let's please stick
to the investigation. - You mean witch hunt. (sighs) - Have you read the
transcripts of the trial? He threatens everyone who
testified against him, including Louise Dexter. - I don't need to read 'em. I was there, remember? I testified against that
scumbag and would have been the first in line to throw
the switch and cook him. - Can we calm down? Okay, the only thing
that we've established is that Jake Mitchell is a suspect. Stu, do you have a
problem with that? - No problem, he ought to be. - Good, so we can all
agree on something. So why don't you get
his parole record? And let's get his address and
see if he drives a green car. Who else testified? - Besides my grandmother,
a mall security guard named Vinnie DiCampo,
Sergeant Kling, and me. - You want me to
run down DiCampo? - You take Mitchell. I'm gonna give DiCampo to Lisa. - Fine. - I don't understand him. You'd think he was related to
Mitchell the way he blew up. - It's not Mitchell. Okay, no one hates him
more than Stu does. He's just concerned that
you're gonna follow your heart and not the evidence. - I'm a cop first, Joe. I know how to
follow the evidence. (dog barking) Mr. DiCampo? - Mr. DiCampo is a good
father who never made it to the 21st century. Call me Vinnie. - Vinnie, Lisa Monroe,
Milford Police Department. Looks like you're
headed on safari. - Deer hunting, first
light every Friday, come hell or high water. - Isn't it a little
cold to be hunting? - There are ways to keep warm. Now what can I do for you, Lisa? I don't guess you're here
to talk about hunting. (sighs) - You worked at the mall the
day Jenny Rand was murdered. - That's right. I was head of security
there for 20 years. Horrible what happened to her. - According to
court transcripts, you talked to her that day. - Yes, I did. What's this about? - Jake Mitchell was released
on parole last month. He's back in Milford,
under suspicion for the murder of Louise Dexter. - Your grandmother. I just read about it. I'm sorry. - Thank you. She testified against him and... - You think he
might come after me. - Just want to cover our bases. (tense music) - She told me he
was following her. She wasn't scared of him, but I got the feeling
he made her uneasy. - Hey sheriff, what's up? - I got a complaint that you
were bothering a young lady. - You mean Jenny? (laughs) She's joking with you, man. She does this to
me all the time. The girl's a freak. - Didn't sound
like a joke to me. - It never does. She's a drama queen, man. Look at her. She look scared to you? - Hey?
- Yes! - Mm? She's over there
laughing with her friend, how she hung me out to dry. - She doesn't look too upset. - That's the way it is
with girls like Jenny. They know they look good, and they know how to use it. - I should have had
the cops pick him up, but he was so convincing. If I had him taken in, and
he was telling the truth, I would have lost credibility
and maybe even my job. - Yeah. - If I'd made the right call, she'd still be alive. (banging) (metal jingling) - (sighs) When do I get
the rich, lonely widow with the built-in hot tub? (banging) Hey, how you doing
there, old timer? Name's Sergeant Kling
with the Milford Police. (wood clattering) I'd like to talk to you
about Jake Mitchell. I understand he rents
a room from you. - [Old Man] The shed over there. - Oh, seems like a nice place. (thudding) Is he around? I'd like to talk to him. - Nope. (wood thudding) - So what kind of tenant is he? - [Old Man] Pays his rent. - No kidding, huh? Seems like you two got one hell
of an arrangement out here. I'm happy for you. (sniffs) So you see him
around much at night. - Wouldn't know. Don't look. - [Stu] Do you know
where he is now? - Nope. - Do you know what
kind of car he drives? - Nope. - [Stu] Do you know
what color it is? (chuckles) Right,
stupid question. Okay, Mr. Watts,
thanks for your time. You've been a big help. (dramatic music) - [Lisa] Fill it up, please. - Lisa? - Benny? (laughs) I don't believe it. - [Benny] You look great. - Oh! - [Benny] When'd you
get back into town? - Just a few days ago. - No, the real question is what the hell you
doing back here? - [Lisa] I'm working
for the Milford Police. - Oh, so you're one of
the good guys now, huh? I'd better watch what I say. - What about you? Weren't you headed
to California? A baseball scholarship? - Yeah, I got there. Didn't work out. Hey, you're the one
who should've got
the scholarship, huh? You had a cannon for an arm. Best pitcher at Milford
High, boy or girl. - Thanks, I had a great catcher. - Jenny. - Do you think about her much? - How do you not
think about Jenny? I always figured we'd
get married, you know? I'd pitch for the Dodgers, and she'd become a movie star. (Lisa chuckles) That's stupid, huh? (sniffs) - No, it isn't stupid, Benny. - He came in here, you know,
when he got out of jail. (sighs) He was looking for a job. Can you believe that? - You remember what he was
driving, what color it was? - Some piece of crap. I don't know, I
was looking at him. - Did he recognize you? - Staring straight ahead, didn't look at me once
while I pumped his gas. Just one match, then boom. He would've been gone forever. (sighs) - Maybe you shouldn't talk
that way in front of a cop. (laughs) - Yeah, maybe. But thinking about murder's
not a crime yet, is it? When I went to that trial
every day, staring at him, thinking about ways to kill him. The way the trial was going,
I knew he was gonna walk. If that punk DA
didn't make a deal, I would've made sure there
was justice for Jenny. - There was justice, Benny. He went to jail. - Yeah, some justice! He is out, and Jenny's just
a bunch of memories, huh. Some pictures in a yearbook. It didn't have to be that way. That cop who pulled over
Mitchell's van should have known that she didn't want
to be there with him. - Kling? - Yeah, well, he's got
no problem asking me every time he sees me,
speeding, jaywalking. (phone ringing) - Hello. - Louise's house was
clean, no fingerprints. (clicking) - Okay, I'll see
you tomorrow, bye. (sighs) - It's, uh, 20 bucks. I mean, hey, can you believe
the price of gas these days? (sighs) - Maybe we could have lunch? Talk about the good times, huh? - I'd like that. - It's good to see
you again, Benny. (door clicking)
(soft grunting) (engine revving) (tense music) (match clicking) (hissing) - Boom. (dramatic music) (fabric rustling) (zipper buzzes) (footsteps crunching) (glass clinking) - Morning, are you here to
tree blind or are you on foot? Hey, aren't you... (club clicking) (thudding) (tense music) (horn honking) - Benny was on the
list to testify, but the DA made a deal
before he got the chance. - How's he doing? - Oh. He's bitter. I mean, he makes no secret of
his hatred towards Mitchell. But I think he blames
whatever failures he's had in his life on
the loss of Jenny. - Well, he did take
it pretty hard. - He even blames Kling
for what happened. He thinks he should've known that she was in trouble
and done something. - Well, that's a raw subject. Only Kling knows what
he saw that night, but I know that if he saw
anything remotely suspicious, he would've pulled
Mitchell out of the van. - Joe, I think I need to
talk to Jenny's parents. Let them know that
Mitchell's been paroled. I took a look at
Mitchell's file, and Mr. Rand attended the
first few parole hearings but not the last two. - Well, that'll be a
pretty emotional reunion for all of you. You sure you're up for it? - I won't know that
'til I get there. - Oh, I'm not interrupting
anything important, am I? - What do you got, Stu? - Vinnie DiCampo's gone missing. A couple of his hunting
buddies found his truck abandoned near the marsh. - Well, he only went
hunting this morning. Maybe he's tracking something. Isn't that what hunters do? - You ever do any
hunting, Detective Monroe? - As a matter of fact, I have. - Well then, you should
know that hunters adhere to a very strict routine. They don't go wandering off, especially this time of year. - Did you call his wife? - Not yet, I'm gonna go down and meet these guys who
found Vinnie's truck. - Well, I would like to
take a look at it first. For evidence. - That's a good idea. Let's err on the side of caution until we have a
chat with Mitchell. And Stu, I'm sure you'd enjoy
some company on this one. - You know, we are on
the same team here. I would like to try and
find a way to act like it. - Sure, just stay out of my way. (upbeat music) (camera whirring)) - [Stu] So you're normal
routine would be to meet DiCampo over here by his truck,
then take off hunting in that direction over there. - [Joe] Okay, guys, Stu
will take your statements. - [Man] There's nobody else. - Yeah, that's fine. (men chattering) Well, his buddies never saw him. They meet here every Friday. DiCampo gets here about
30 minutes before them and sets up base. - Rifle's still wrapped. Cab door is opened. Backpack's on his seat. The disturbing thing
is there's no effort to make it look like
it wasn't an abduction. - What do you think happened? (sighs) - My guess is someone
was waiting for him, probably knew his schedule. Approached from this direction. There's no sign of
struggle, no blood, ha. It's hard to be certain. The snow's been trampled. The integrity of
this entire area has been compromised
by his buddies. - [Stu] Maybe with all... - [Joe] Well, there's
nothing we can do about that. (men laughing) - [Stu] Stay without the cap. - Some interrogation over there. - [Stu] All right, fellas,
hang loose for a few minutes. - Hey, they're not
guilty of anything. Mitchell's our guy, remember? - Those guys are nuts. I wouldn't go hunting
with them on a bet. - I wasn't done with that. - A bit early, isn't it? (plastic rustling)) - That's evidence, Sergeant. For all we know, the killer's
prints could've been on it. - Do you really think the
killer stopped what he was doing to drink half a beer,
Detective Monroe? - This is a crime scene. Is it too much to ask
you to respect it? - What are you talking about? - No, it's not. If you're done
taking statements, can you go to DiCampo's wife and see if she's heard from him? We'll handle this. - Oh, for what it's
worth, Detective Monroe, I'd call Jack Borsh in Rutledge
and get his dogs out here, before it starts snowing again. - Who's Jack Borsh? - He's got the best
bloodhounds in the state. I think that's
Stu's way of saying he thinks the body
could be close by. - Hm, I hate the
way he says my name. (camera whirring) - [Joe] Guys spread out! We got a lot of ground to cover. (somber rock music) Have we heard from
Vinnie DiCampo? - [Joe] Nothing yet. - What about the dogs? - Jack will be here first
thing in the morning. Are you home? - I'm sitting in
front of Jenny's house trying to find the courage
to knock on the door. - I'd be happy to join you
if you want the support. - You're a sweet man, Joe. How come no one
ever married you? - Still waiting
for the right girl. (sighing) You there? - Yeah, I better go. I'll see you at the
funeral tomorrow. - [Joe] Okay, bye. (phone clicking) (sighing) (engine revving) (seat belt clicking) - [Lisa] (sighs) Thanks
for coming with me, Joe. I'm not sure I'd have
made it through by myself. - [Joe] That was a nice service. - Yeah, Grandma Lou
would have liked it. She was so excited
about us finally getting to spend some real
time together. (sighs) I didn't get to see
her much when I was in Detroit. (sighs) I should've
come back sooner. - I remember when I
called her to find out how to get in touch
with you in Detroit. I was kind of nervous about
asking you to come work with us, because I thought you'd
think it was a step back. But she laughed at me as if
she knew something I didn't, and said, "Go to your grave
with no regrets, Joe." (sighs) - I have been to the
cemetery too many times in my life, Joe. My parents, (sighs) my grandparents, Jenny. There's no one left. - I'm here for you
if you need me. (sighs) What is it? - Jenny's dead because of me. We went to the mall
together that day with plans to have lunch
after we were done shopping. Oh my God, you're not
gonna believe this! Joe O'Conner just
asked me to the prom. - No way! (laughs) - Yes, and he wants me
to hang out with him and get something to eat. - Ah, what'd you say? - Well, I told him
I was here with you. Would you think I was
like a complete jerk if I let him take me home? - Are you crazy? You'd be a complete jerk not to. - (gasps) I love you. - Love you too. And I want details. - If I'd have gone
home with her, she'd still be alive today. - You can't know that. Her car still
would've broken down. Mitchell could've
killed you both. (somber music) Look at me. What happened to Jenny
wasn't your fault. It wasn't my fault. It was a random act of violence. And if you ruin your life trying to figure out why it happened, Jenny will never forgive you. (phone ringing) It's Kling. (phone beeping) Yeah. (sighs) Okay. (phone beeps) They found Vinnie
DiCampo's body, and it wasn't a suicide. (engine humming) (dramatic music) - [Man On Police
Radio] Coming in, 19. - [Stu] All right, let's get
him up here fast, fellas. - [Joe] I'm hoping
we could avoid the I-told-you-sos on this. - [Lisa] That's up
to Sergeant Kling. - Dogs found him an hour ago. Looks like he was
assaulted at his truck, then dragged over
here on a toboggan. And hung off the
bridge, execution-style. His hands were tied
behind his back. - Now we know what
we're up against. - (sighs) Look at this. - What do you make of it? - [Lisa] A mall security badge. - Pride. Some guys just can't let
go of their glory days. - He carried the same
stigma as the rest of us involved with Jenny's death. - Yeah, what stigma is that? - Guilt. - (sighs) So, what do you
make of it, Detective Monroe? - Well, it's a new hat,
strange place to wear a badge. And he wasn't wearing either
of them when we talked. I think the killer
left it for us. - (sighs) Sick bastard. - Unless there's an objection, I'm calling in an
APB on Jake Mitchell, wanted for questioning
for the murders of Louise Dexter
and Vinnie DiCampo. - You know what
makes a good cop? - What? - Instinct. - Evidence doesn't hurt. - Evidence makes a good lawyer. - Instinct tells a
cop when the evidence is real or manipulated. - What did your instincts
tell you about Jenny Rand? - Well, I knew
Mitchell was trouble. (knocking) (window creaking) Is there a problem here? - No, no problem at all. We're just, um,
you know, talking. - Your parents know you're here? - Yeah, we weren't
doing anything. - I knew she was lying. She was scared. Most good kids are when
they're caught parking. (chattering on radio) Take it somewhere else. (spitting)
(window rattling) Later on that night, her dad
phones her in as missing. I went right back to
where I first found them. I knew right then what
she was really scared of. (dramatic music) - You couldn't have known
what Mitchell was planning. - The evidence told me
to leave them alone. I should've listened
to my instincts. I've never made
that mistake again. - You and I aren't as different
as you think, Sergeant. (dramatic music)
(fire crackling) (doorbell ringing) - [Fred] Helen, could
you get that please? (door clicking) - Mrs. Rand, hi. Lisa Monroe, Jenny's friend. - Lisa! (chain rattling) How are you? Is Jenny with you? - [Fred] Jenny's
dead, Helen, remember? - That's right. I forget sometimes. - [Fred] Why don't you
go finish your puzzle? - Yeah, all right,
that's a good idea. - It was hard the
first few years. We thought about moving. Probably would have,
except for Helen. She was diagnosed
with Alzheimer's. - But my hearing's just fine. - Yes, yes, it is. (sighs) Sometimes,
she's just fine. Remembers everything. Other times. - I'm so sorry. - You know, I've always
believed it was Jenny's death that pushed her over the edge. She adored her so. - Everybody loved Jenny. I remember our prom. We hung her portrait
above the entrance as a way of making
her part of the night. The entire class laid their carnations and
corsages below it. And we cried, told
stories about her. Everyone loved Jenny. - I never heard that before. Thank you for sharing
it with me. (sighs) (cup clinking) It's so good to see you
after all these years. You know, I thought you
left Milford for good. - (sighs) So did I. - I'm glad you're back,
and I'm certainly glad you came to see us. - I love catching up
with you, Mr. Rand. But you know, I'm with
the Milford Police now. - Good for you, Lisa. - I hope you don't
mind my asking, but why did you stop going to Jake Mitchell's
parole hearings? - The years go by. There's less and less to say. They weren't gonna keep
him in prison forever. - Did you know he's
out, living in Milford? - No, I didn't. Why? - Well, there's
been some trouble, what appears to be
a pair of killings, and we're looking
to question him. - Doesn't surprise me. You can't change
a leopard's spots. Do you remember this? (jar rattling) - Oh yeah. Best cookies I ever ate
came out of that jar. - (laughs) Help yourself. - Mm. (somber music) Mm. Do you know how much I loved
coming over here with Jenny? - Well, you are always
welcome here, Lisa. - [Joe] Where were you Tuesday
night, nine to midnight? - [Jake] Sleeping. - Anyone to verify that? - I'm not that popular. - How about Friday morning? - I went to work,
like a good parolee. - Your crew chief says you
didn't punch in 'til ten. - Mm, I overslept. - Nine to nine? That's an awful lot
of sleeping, isn't it? - Is sleeping a crime now? - Gimme a minute
alone with him, Joe. - Not interested, I like girls. - Why, you son of a, come here! Get up here! I detest all about you,
you rotten varmint! - [Joe] Hey! - Hit me, I'd love to
see you back in court. - Back off, Mitchell!
- You're lower than the trash! - Back off! Take it outside. Take it outside, now! (door clicking) - You got that whole
good cop, bad cop thing down pretty good. - Let's get one thing straight. I don't like you one bit. (sighs) Now do you want
a lawyer to continue? - What for? I'm smarter than some
idiot from legal aid. - Did you know Louise Dexter? - I remember a lot of
people from my trial. I had a good seat. - Someone killed
her Tuesday night. This was found on her lap. It's a paper from the day
you murdered Jenny Rand. - Are you charging
me with something? - [Man] Yeah, he's just
waiting in the office for you. - How's it going in there? - You know, there's
only one way to deal with a punk like that,
and it's not talking. - We're the good guys, Sergeant. We play by the rules. - Hm, I watched that maggot sit at his trial, cocky, arrogant. His lawyer was attacking
Jenny's credibility, trying to make her out to
be some kind of a tramp. So DA gets scared,
offers him a deal. Mitchell is standing there
with blood on his hands, yet they still go from
murder one to manslaughter, and you tell me about the
rules, Detective Monroe. - Call me Lisa. (door rattling) - [Stu] What the
hell's going on, Joe? - [Joe] We don't have enough
to hold him and he knows it. - [Stu] What are
you talkin' about? He doesn't have an
alibi for either murder. - And we have no
motives, no witnesses, no physical evidence. You think I like letting
him walk out of here? It's time to drop
the Neanderthal act and start putting
together a case that'll mean something in court. (door thudding) (tense music) - We'll get him. (door thudding) (keys jingling) (dramatic music) (muffled screaming) (door thudding) - (shushes) Don't move. Don't even breathe. (dark, foreboding music) I'm gonna take my hand
away to talk, that's all. Can I trust you to do that? (gasping) Sit over there. (recorder clicking) I'm curious. You got any other suspects
for those murders? (mutters softly) I didn't think so. I didn't kill those people. - Well, if you're innocent, then you have nothing
to worry about. - Do I look stupid to you? People in this town hate
me as much as I hate them. They'd love to get me back
up on murder charges again, so they could finish the job. - Are you saying
you're being set up? - You're damn right I am. I got lucky in my trial. (sighs) The truth
started coming out, and they had to cut me a deal. - The truth is you
killed Jenny Rand. - I never denied what
happened that night! And I never lied
about it, either. I stopped to help Jenny. I was on my way back to
the shop when I saw her. Her car stalled, but
it wasn't something I could fix out there. Come on. (banging) Jenny wanted to come with me. And she was in no
hurry to go home. (lips smacking) (soft moaning) (siren blaring) (knocking) (window rattling) - Is there a problem here? - Uh, no problem at all. We were just, uh,
you know, talking. - Your parents know you're here? - Sure, I'd never
lie to my parents. - All right, well, you make
sure you get her home safe. - I always do. - Do you expect me
to believe that? She had a boyfriend
who loved her. - But he didn't
have that dark side she found so exciting. I did. - Then why did you kill her? - It was an accident. We were having a good time. (intense music) She was totally into it. (laughing) And then, I think
my hand got caught on her shirt or
something, and then. - No, no, no! - [Jake] And it tore! - No, oh! What are you doing? - [Jake] It was an
accident, but she lost it. - I'm gonna tell them
that you raped me! - She started screaming at me. I struggled back
to defend myself. She said she was gonna
teach me a lesson. Tell the cops I raped her. - No, no, stop! - [Jake] Send me to jail. I just wanted to
keep her in the van and stop her from
going to the cops, (Jenny screaming) but she was screaming so loud. I grabbed her blouse, her neck. (Jenny screams)
Shut up! Shut up, shut up! And then, then she was dead. - Why did you run? Why not turn yourself
in and tell the truth? - I knew no one
would believe me. I was right. I did my time. I just want to be left alone. And now someone's setting me up. - Why should I believe you? What kind of proof do you have that Jenny wanted
to go with you? - Some shall be pardoned
and some punished for never was a
story of more woe than this of Juliet
and her Romeo. - How did you know that? - She loved it. It was her favorite play. (recorder clicks) (gasping) (recorder whirring) Hoping for a confession? - You didn't say
anything that would. - You cops are all the same. (sobbing) Too busy lying to trust anybody. (tense music) (door thudding) - Helen's finally asleep. She needs here rest. The medication is... Jenny always said
they rode your arm to the championship that year. Now, what were we talking about? - Benny Thomason. - Oh, that's right, Jenny's
boyfriend, good kid. How is he? - He still has a
lot of resentment. - Yeah, he took her
death as hard as we did. I remember he
carried a gun around in his car through
the whole trial, always talking about revenge. Finally went to a psychiatrist
to help get over his grief. - Did you think he
might use the gun? - Well, I was worried he might. Oh, it was a long
time ago. (chuckles) - Well, I get off about six. What do you say we
grab a burger and beer? - I can't. I'm here on business. - Thanks. That sounds ominous. - What were you
doing Tuesday night? - Well, the same thing
I do every Tuesday, shooting pool at Sammy's. - Was anybody with you? - There usually is. Why do you ask? (sighs) - That's the night my
grandmother was killed, Benny. I just want to make
sure you had an alibi. - I hope you're kidding. - I wish I was. Someone might be trying
to set up Mitchell for her death and DiCampo's. - Well, I wouldn't go
to all of that trouble. I'd just kill him myself. - You see, that's
the kind of talk that can get you
into trouble, Benny. (wrench clanging) (dramatic music) - What about Mitchell, hm? You forget he threatened
every one of us in that courtroom the
day he was sentenced? - No, I didn't forget. I'm just trying to do my job. There's no hard evidence to
link Mitchell to either murder. So I'm just examining
all the possibilities. - And I'm a possibility? - Everyone who'd like
to see Mitchell dead is a possibility at this point. - Does that include you? (phone ringing) Letch's Garage. Yeah, I know where it is. About 15 minutes. (phone clicking) That was the police. They want me to tow
Jake Mitchell's car. (dramatic music) - Lisa, up here! (stairs rattles) Just give us a call if
you hear anything, okay? - Okay, got it. - I was with Benny
when you called. What's going on? - Mitchell got into an argument
with one of his co-workers. He assaulted him with a hammer. The guy's gonna be okay,
but by the time we got here, Mitchell was gone. His car's out back. It was pinned in by a truck,
so he couldn't use it. - Is it green? - Grayish, maybe
in the right light. His boss sent the crew home, gave us the okay to look
at the tools Mitchell uses, so maybe we'll get lucky. (toolbox rattling) (keys jingling) (metal clinking) (gasping) (wood clattering)
(shouting) (intense music) (stairs rattling) - Police! Don't move! - Hey, take it easy,
Monroe, it's me. I'm on your side, remember? - You see anyone up here? - No, I just came
up from the back in case we missed anything. You wanna put the gun down? (sighs) - It almost took my head off. - What are you talking about? - That bag of cement. It barely missed me. - What do you mean bag of, what
are you, what bag of cement? - [Lisa] If I didn't
look up in time, you'd be scraping
me out of that mess. - That's a hell of an accident. (toolbox clicking) (dramatic music) (keys jingling) (knocking) - Is that the stuff
from Mitchell's toolbox? - These are interesting. I'll check 'em against
my grandma's lock. (keys clattering) And these used for painting
and sanding plaster. (laughs) - It's not quite a smoking gun,
but every little bit helps. - Joe, Mitchell came to my
house last night to talk. He claims he's being set up. - Really? What a surprise. - Well no, the surprise
is I think I believe him. - What happened to
following the evidence? - Well, that's what I'm doing. I can make a stronger case that the evidence
we have is planted. - And how do you explain the new assault
charges against him? - The same way. Someone who would take
a hammer to a co-worker doesn't fit the
profile of a killer elaborately planting clues. - Does this theory
have any suspects? - I wouldn't say suspects,
but there are two people with enough deep seated hatred
toward Mitchell to kill. Benny and Kling. I know what you're thinking. - [Joe] I'm thinking
you can tell Kling he's on your short list. He's staking out
Mitchell's place. (horns honking) (tires screeching) (brakes squeaking) - Ah. Thanks a lot, man. (tense music) (thudding)
(grunting) (trunk thudding) (knocks) (grunts) - I thought you might be hungry. - Oh, why'd you think that? - (sighs) Instincts. - You're good. (sighs) - The weather is way too
brutal for a stakeout. You could sit here all
night and not have him show. - Oh, he'll show. He's not gonna run without
a change of underwear. - What makes you think
he hasn't run already? He knows how bad you want him. - Does he? (sighs) - I'm not gonna lie to you. I have too much respect for the
integrity you show as a cop. I think that Jenny
wanted to be in that van with
Mitchell that night. I think you saw that
and buried the truth. - Truth? Only Jenny Rand knows the truth of what happened in that van. - Why'd you lie? - (sighs) I couldn't
go on the stand and say that Jenny was
comfortable with Mitchell. I mean, it would've
made his case. She was 16 years old! He duped her. She didn't see what
I saw in his eyes. - So he was telling the truth. - Look, the truth is
he killed that girl with his bare hands. That's the truth. Did she want that? - No, no. - Doesn't matter now. If he ever goes back to jail,
he's never getting out again. - What do you mean if? (tense music) (door creaks) - There he is. You call for backup. - No, I'm coming with you. - I said call for backup! (door thudding) (radio static crackling) - Detective Monroe with Sergeant
Kling requesting backup. (dramatic music) (door creaking) - [Woman On Radio]
Backup in 20... (gun fires) (intense music) (gasping) - Kling! (grunting) Kling! Kling, who did this? What? Kling. (groans) (dramatic music) (sirens blaring) - We've got every cop in
the state looking for him. Why don't you take the day off? (sighs) - A club and the rope
that was used on DiCampo. A key that I have no doubt
fits my grandma's door, all laid out nice and
neat for us to find. Doesn't it bother you? - No, what bothers me is a dead friend. Stu was a good cop that taught me to take the
evidence any way it comes to me. You saw Mitchell walk in there. You heard the shots. - From across the
street at night. It could have been anyone
in a leather jacket. - Could it have been Mitchell? - Yeah. - I don't know why you're
fighting this, Lisa. Follow the evidence that's
right in front of you. - But why keep all this? Why be so efficient
at the crime scene and so sloppy with
the evidence at home? All this does is indict him. - Look, who knows why a guy
like Mitchell does anything. Ask his shrink. - I think I will. (dramatic music) His left hand, that's what Kling was
trying to tell me. His killer was left-handed. Thank you for seeing me on
such short notice, Dr. Ralston. - I hope I can help. You do understand there are
some things I can't talk about because of
confidentiality issues? - Absolutely. All the victims of the
three murders testified against Mitchell at his trial. - You testified
also, didn't you? - Yes, I did. You examined Mitchell
before the trial. What was your impression of him? - I found him to be intelligent, significantly above average. He had the beginnings of
a persecution complex, difficulties forming
emotional attachments, angry and potentially violent. - Violent enough to plot a
series of revenge murders? - For given his paranoia
for the people of Milford, it's reasonable to
assume he's also capable of killing with malice. - You treated Benny Thomason
after Jenny's death. - Yes, I did. He was grief-stricken. He cared for her deeply
and felt irrationally that he should've been
there to save her. - He told me he thought the
officer who stopped Mitchell that night should've known
what he was planning. - When he left therapy, he
still had unresolved issues. - What kind of
unresolved issues? - I'm not comfortable talking about the specifics
of our sessions. - If you could just tell
me who he was angry at, it might end up
saving someone's life. - He did mention Officer Kling, the mall security,
guard and you. - Me? (sighs) I never saw that. - That's how repression works. - Mm. - He also had a tremendous
rage toward Fred Rand. At times, it bordered on
delusional to the point where he blamed Jenny's death on her father as
much as Mitchell. - Do you think that Benny
is capable of acting out on his repressed rage and
killing 15 years later? - Let me say this. If a person becomes obsessed
with the idea of revenge, 15 years of repressed
rage could certainly trigger them into action. (dramatic music) - O'Conner. - It's me. I talked to Benny's
psychiatrist. You need to get to
Letch's Garage right away and pick up Benny. I think he's our guy. - [Joe] Are you
meeting me there? - No, I need to
talk to Fred Rand, if I'm not too late. Joe, see if you can get
Benny to talk about Rand. Push his buttons. See what happens. - [Joe] All right, I'm on it. - Bye. (phone clicking) (sighs) (car door thudding) (metal clanging) (door creaking) - Benny! Benny! - What more do you
guys want from me? - You've told a lot of people you blame Kling
for Jenny's death. Did you know he was
murdered last night? - It's no secret. I didn't like Kling. He busted my hump every
chance he can get, but I didn't kill him. - Where were you last night? - You're the cop. You tell me. (dramatic music) - How do you feel about
Jenny seeing Jake Mitchell? - She was seeing me, not him! - That's not what I heard. - You heard lies! - Put the hammer down. (doorbell ringing) (knocks) - Mr. Rand! (knocks) Mr. Rand, are you home? (door rattling) (sighs) (tense music) - How do you feel
about Fred Rand? - I can't stand him. He's a fraud. I mean, he comes off
that he's Mister Rogers, but I know who he really is. - Who is he, Benny? - Jenny would've never
gotten in that van if she had a father
who cared about her. He's the one that killed her. He's the one that
deserves to die. (hammer clattering) (tense music) - Mr. Rand? (door creaking) Are you in there? (dramatic music) (door creaking) - We've been waiting
for you, Lisa. - Oh my God, you
killed them all! - I extracted justice. - That's not justice,
it's cold-blooded murder. - What's the death penalty? Justice or murder? A life for a life. - Jake Mitchell
killed Jenny, not... - They all killed Jenny! They all had a chance
to stop that monster from killing my baby girl, and they all chose to
turn their backs on her, including you. - I didn't know
what would happen. None of us did. - You abandoned her! You sent her off alone to be
murdered, while you flirted and paraded yourself
around that mall, trying to pick up boys. - I was Jenny's best friend. I would've done
anything to help her! - Oh, I know what you did. (gasps) Nothing! (Lisa shrieks) (Lisa groans) (grunting) (shovel clanging) (clattering) (gun firing) (Lisa shouts)
(gate rattling) (gun firing) (Lisa gasping) (lock clicking) (gate creaking) (phone ringing) (phone clicking) - Mrs. Rand! Mrs. Rand! No! (lock rattling) (lamp clicking) (Lisa gasps) (breathes heavily) - She's sleeping, soundly. (keys jingling) I keep a spare key
under the garden gnome, just like Gammy Lou. - How could you kill her? - Patience. I had 15 years to watch them
and learn their schedules while I waited for Mitchell
to get out of jail. I knew when he
wouldn't have an alibi. And then you came home, like a gift from heaven, like Jenny was watching
and guiding things, so I could give her
complete justice. - Jenny was about
love, not hate. What you've done
would disgust her! (somber music) - When my little girl
died, my life ended. It destroyed Helen. Look at her now. Do you know what the one day
she relives over and over is? She sits there, waiting
for Jenny to come home, wondering what she picked
up on her shopping trip. And then she remembers. Helen loses Jenny every day, like it just happened, every day for 15 years. And so do I. - Well, I lose her, too. I have lived every day of
my life since that night wondering what would've
happened if I'd gone with her, whether she'd be alive or whether Mitchell
would've killed us both. But I didn't kill her, he did! I loved Jenny like
she was my own sister! Look at us! Do you think she's looking
down at us right now wanting to see you shoot me? - She's looking down. I know she is. I want you to put her
picture down, Lisa, please. (gun clattering) So I can finish what I started. (dramatic music) Jake Mitchell came
here to kill me, but you arrived just
in time and saved me. There was a gunfight. Mitchell shot you with this. His fingerprints
are all over it. But you managed to shoot and
kill him before you died. Oh, it was very heroic. I tried to call for help, but Mitchell had ripped
out the phone line. I watched the life
drain out of your eyes, slowly, tragically, helplessly, just like my Jenny. Now put down her picture. (gasps) (grunting) (gun firing) (siren blaring) - He killed them all. I had the wrong guy. - We all did. (somber music) We found Jenny's old green Chevy
behind the garage, covered. - (sighs) I can't
believe I didn't remember she had a green car. - Long time ago. Benny remembered he used
to work on it for her. He blamed Fred Rand for her
car breaking down that night. He said he was too cheap
to have it serviced. (sighs) - I guess there was enough guilt
to go around for all of us. - Is that the softball
you nailed Fred with? - Championship season. (sighs) He said she was watching us, that she was the
reason I came home, guiding things so that
justice could be done. It's weird, but when
I saw that ball, I felt the same thing. It was like I could
hear her saying, "Give him the heat, Lis." I didn't think, I just
grabbed it and threw it. - Well, justice was done, so maybe she was watching. (somber music) - (sighs) Oh, I miss you, Jen. - How do you think she'd feel if I asked you out
on a real date? I mean if she's watching. What do you think she'd say? - I think she'd say you'd be a complete jerk not to. (mellow rock music) - I always liked Jenny. - She always liked you.
