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We've been robbed!

There.

The Tang Dynasty horse. See?

It was right there!

Are you sure you haven't misplaced it?

I resent the implication. My memory is like a steel trap.

Unbelievable.

What kind of a monster

would steal from a defenseless, old man?

Well, I would hardly call you old.

Me? No, I was talking about you.

All right, look, go ahead. Do your thing.

Yeah, your "powers of observation" thing,

whatever you call it.

Find out who stole that horse!

Very well.

It's a narrow space, indicating a suspect

of at least average build and coordination.

From the lack of smearing in the dust,

the suspect lifted the horse straight up,

suggesting strength and youth.

We are seeking a person of average build,

possibly right-handed, and over 4 1/2 feet tall.

Oh, that really narrows it down.

Henry, this is a... this is a major case.

Abraham, please.

A major case involves losses of at least $100,000.

We'd be lucky if your alleged Tang horse

was worth a tenth of that.

"Alleged"? W-what are you saying?

You think it's fake?

It's always seemed a bit shiny to me.

Now, if anything else goes missing...

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I'll call the police.

Huh. Some Sherlock.

It is often when one least expects it

that fate arrives at our door.

We can't foresee it any more than we can escape it.

No matter how hard we run or hide,

fate, like death, will always find us.

- Hey! - Hi. Thank you.

Look at you.

You're awful chipper for a Monday.

Well, I walked here.

I stopped at my local bakery for some coffee.

I feel bad saying this, but it's kind of nice

when a crime scene happens down the street from your house.

- This your neighborhood? - Mm-hmm.

Pretty nice.

Washington Heights isn't what I pictured for you.

And what exactly did you picture?

Um, less nice?

Yeah, well, Sean liked very nice,

so we settled on pretty nice, and I haven't moved.

Now, on the subject of "not so nice."

Vic was probably in the crosswalk.

We got skid marks back here.

Guessing driver sees him too late, and bam.

Got a name?

Not yet. We're pulling his prints.

Looks to me like a gardenvariety hit-and-run.

Hit, definitely.

Run, probably.

But hardly garden-variety.

Only the fracture of the rear left tib-fib

is at bumper level.

He was struck from behind.

And these tire marks aren't from a deceleration.

They're from a rapid swerve towards our victim.

He was running.

He was trying to flee.

Yes. He was struck by the bush, where his hat was knocked off.

But if he's running that way and hit there,

how does he end up here?

They reversed. They backed over him to finish the job.

This wasn't a hit-and-run.

This was murder.

Well, Jo, there goes the neighborhood.

Come on. Come to daddy.

Got it.

Yes, get that paint fleck to the lab right away, Lucas.

Hey, looks like our murder weapon might be a red car.

Candy-apple red or maybe cherry.

I don't know. What do you think?

I'm getting a hint of Chestnut in there.

Red.

Red. Okay. Fine.

For some of us, God is in the details.

Hey.

Hey.

So, what do we have on the vic?

His body was shattered by the car,

but it had been broken long before.

He lived a violent life.

How can you tell that?

Well, these scars...

Stabbed twice, shot once.

Healed fractures indicate he suffered beatings.

I'm guessing his relationship with authority was very poor.

Two shoulder displacements...

Likely where the police jerked his arms behind him.

Scars and fractures at the wrists

from where he resisted while wearing metal restraints.

Yes, his fingerprints will be on file,

along with what I can assume is a long rap sheet.

Ran the vic's prints. Bingo.

Aaron Brown, 28 years old.

This guy's got a long rap sheet.

Assault, theft, B&E,

caught three years for armed robbery.

I mean, this kid was on parole when he died.

- Oh, wow. Charming guy. - Yeah.

Maybe check the D.A.'s office,

see what the prosecutor has on file?

Um...

Yeah, I-I'm... I...

I'll go call the guy.

Damn.

D.A. who put Aaron in jail three years ago... Sean Moore.

Jo's late husband.

Aaron Brown. Right.

Prosecutor was Sean Moore.

Jo Martinez, homicide. Right.

Okay. Thank you.

Hey.

Uh. D.A.'s office is sending over

everything they have on Aaron Brown

from three years ago,

but we're not the only ones interested.

Major Case Squad found his DNA at a jewelry-store robbery

the night he was killed.

Look, Jo, I'm sorry I gave you that file.

Didn't even think about it being Sean's case.

No, honestly, it's fine.

Okay. 'Cause, you know, if you ever need a, like, uh...

Need a what?

Uh, someone, you know, uh, to listen or talk to, you know?

I...

Oh, God.

Not very good at this kind of thing.

No, you are not, but I appreciate it.

Honestly... Mike, I'm good.

That's him.

That's my husband.

He was supposed to take our son, Jerome,

to the zoo this morning.

Do you know if anyone would've wanted to harm your husband?

No.

He was a family man.

He did have a record.

From years ago. But he paid his debt.

He got mixed up with some bad people,

made some terrible decisions, but that was behind him.

Do you know if your husband kept in touch

with any of his old associates?

No. I told you... Aaron had changed.

He was excited

because someone had called about a job opportunity...

Did that job have anything to do with, uh, jewelry?

I know what you're doing.

Maybe you think you know my husband

from your file or whatever, but I know him.

Jail or no jail, he was the best man I knew,

the best father.

You need to find out who did this to him.

These guys lie to the ones who love them the most.

You don't believe he was a changed man?

He told his wife someone wanted to see him about a job.

Robbing a jewelry store?

And then planned to take his son to the zoo

hours after the heist.

Major Case Squad found Brown's hair at the crime scene.

Well, perhaps we should have a look.

Henry. I get it. I want Aaron to be a good guy.

I-I want the world to be that kind of place.

But I've been a cop long enough to know

criminals do not change their stripes.

Calm yourself, young man.

You were transferred from the asylum.

If you've come to save me, Father, you're too late.

Only God can truly save.

I help with the small things.

Thank you.

Would I be wrong to take you, sir, as a gentleman?

I was a gentleman.

But now, here...

I don't know what I am.

Share your burden... Whatever's weighing on you.

You wouldn't believe me, even if I told you.

I'm Catholic.

We believe even when we know we're wrong.

Still nothing?

As you like it.

It'll do you good to talk.

Only way to heal your pain.

And we have all the time in the world.

Just another thieving parasite.

Without the thieving parasites,

I'd be out of a job, Mr. Fleishman.

Glad to keep you gainfully employed, detective.