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in your ability to decide

what is a good idea.

First... first...

first we're told

that the investigation

leads back

to the detective's home town

and that you have

some possible suspects

and that you are going to

get someone to talk.

- We might have actually done that.

- Hold on.

It's our turn now.

And now we're told that you've cleared

all of Caswell's suspects,

they've all given alibis,

and that you're back to square one.

How does that happen?

What's going on here, Detective?

The reward will only inflame

the tension...

Whoever killed my son

was looking for money.

Why wouldn't it help?

If money is the thing,

save the reward

and stop messing

with Caswell's future.

Officers,

the reward has been collected.

You will post it with the media

and you will tack up

those posters in Caswell.

Do it, Noah,

or I will find state detectives

to take this over.

I do not care

what's right anymore.

I can't sleep.

I can't eat.

I want the man

who killed my son.

I want the man

who killed my son!

- Caswell's future? Are you insane?

- Allison, Allison.

- I will burn that town to the ground!

- Allison.

- Allison. Shh.

- To the f***ing ground!

Why did you say that?

What?

Today,

about Caswell's future.

Because it needed to be said.

This woman lost

her son, Noah.

Can you even imagine what...

I know she lost her son.

I've been spending every day

living with this.

Well, all I'm saying, Noah,

is that I didn't like hearing it.

I didn't ask you to come.

Didn't I say to skip it?

I didn't want you there.

This is my town too.

What do you expect me to do, just...

Shh, hold on.

What?

Stay here.

Noah, are you sure?

I didn't hear anything.

Hello.

Hello, I'm trying

to reach Detective Cordin.

Yeah, this is he.

Detective, this is

Sergeant James Pactor

at Meerfield Police Department.

- Meerfield?

- That's right.

This is your name on a fax

we got a while back...

missing property

from a burglary in Hilliard?

Yeah yeah, that's right.

Well, you're not gonna believe this,

but one of the items

showed up at a pawnshop

over here last week.

I think there's

a kid you need to pick up.

His name is Chris Ainslie.

Oh Jesus.

That's him... jean jacket.

Damn it.

Hey, guys.

Stop! Police!

Chris Ainslie, arms up!

What's this about?

Do not move.

You are wanted for questioning

by the Hilliard police.

- Look, I can explain.

- Keep your arms up!

Get on your knees slowly.

Put your hands on your head.

I get it. This is a gun. I'll throw it

on the ground and we can talk it out.

- No, do not... Chris!

- I'll throw it on the ground, I will!

- Where'd the gun go?

- I don't see it.

Look.

I met her over

at Billy's Tavern in Caswell.

She's good people.

So she came to you

and just said,

"I need you to fence this stuff

- just for money"?

- Right. That was it.

And she's been doing this a while?

She comes to you for this stuff?

Whenever she needs it done,

I do it for her.

She gave me a bag of stuff.

I give it to my guy

and he moves it for me.

Billy!

- Come outside.

- No.

Sh*t. God damn it, Cordin.

What do you want now?

- I need to talk to your niece.

- For what? Why?

- Why? Because we do.

- What kind of answer is that?

Who do you think you're talking to?

Let's take it outside.

- Billy, no.

- What do you mean, no?

I'm trying to run a business here, Noah.

Let's take it outside.

Now, Billy, don't make this worse.

Worse? Are you shitting me?

You ruined our deal, Noah.

You f***ed this entire town.

There is no worse.

Look around you.

So what?

So someone cries in Hilliard

and it rains down sh*t here forever?

Is that right?

You're gonna get your deal back.

You just gotta let me do some things.

Forget it.

Is she under arrest?

One way or another,

I have to talk to her.

- Fine. Go ahead, talk.

- She has to come with us.

The f*** she does.

I already told you,

I got about 20 witnesses

that put her here in the bar

the night of your f***ing burglary.

Well, there's no need

to worry then, right?

This is nuts.

I don't know anything about it.

See? You heard her.

Billy, let me do my job.

- Your job?

- Yeah, let me do my job.

You call this a job?

Are you... hold on, Noah.

Hold on,

I asked you already...

- Noah.

- Let him come through.

Guys. Hey, Noah.

I want to talk to Noah!

- Give her some room.

- I'm asking you, Noah.

- I swear to God, Noah.

- Get back. Back up.

- Come on.

- Get off me.

I swear to God,

I don't know how you live.

- Leave her alone.

- Back up.

Work it out. Work it out.

It's all right, Nat.

Hey, Noah. Noah!

Go f*** yourself, Detective!

We're gonna have

your badge, you know.

Well, you'd better take a number.

What's in the bag?

You know

a Chris Ainslie in Meerfield?

Yeah. Why?

He claims you gave him

some stuff to pawn for you.

So what? It's my stuff.

He usually gets me

a better price.

Yeah, I know.

Like this, right?

This is yours?

This is yours?

- So what?

- And these?

I'm sorry,

is there a point here?

And this is yours?

That has a serial number on it.

It's stolen property.

And we know you weren't

at the Connor home on October 6th,

which means someone

gave it to you.

Do you want to get your deal back

or do you want to let it die?

If it does,

it's not on my head.

Oh yes, it is.

I'll make sure it is.

I'll make sure everybody knows

you could have put an end to this

and chose not to.

Look, I got that at a garage sale.

I found it in a pile of junk.

I see. You found it.

Yeah, I found it.

What the f*** are you...

- get the f*** off me!

- Get up.

- Eddie, Eddie.

- Yeah?

What's with you?

What did you say to Nat?

Nothing.

Well, they have her.

The cops... they took her from Billy's.

- Wait. What?

- I'm serious, man. There's no time.

You have to tell me what you said

so we can get out of this.

I told her nothing, okay?

Nothing.

We gotta get out of here.

Where's your car?

She doesn't know anything,

so she can't say anything.

Where's the car?

Where's the car?

I'm not leaving her.

Where's the car?

I'm not f***ing leaving her.

It's a felony murder.

That means the needle...

the needle!

And not just for you

because you were the one who did it.

I know how you feel

about Nat and everything,

but whatever you're feeling,

trust me,

the needle is worse.

A girl gave that to me, okay?

I don't know

why I tried to protect her.

Who?

A girl in Meerfield.

I see her at the warehouse

where I buy plastic goods

for the restaurant.

- Name?

- Megan.

- Megan what?

- She never told me.

- Stop lying.

- I'm not lying.

She was always hitting on me.

She put this thing

on my wrist

and said it looked good,

I could have it.

- Did you know she was a thief?

- No, she seemed cool.

'Cause a boy is dead, Nat.

A kid was killed so you could pawn

that f***ing bracelet.

Yeah, I get it.

What did Megan say?

Nothing really.

She give you anything else?

No, not gifts.

What then?

She wanted to hang out.

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