This guy here...
...this unidentified Good Samaritan,
who tried to help Gloria.
There's just one problem.
What's that?
The clock on the surveillance camera
is three seconds behind the 91 1 clock.
All right, and...?
We think he made the call
before he killed her.
No.
No, that doesn't make any sense,
because the numbers....
The caller.
It's the same guy.
He called an ambulance
before he shot her.
Yeah.
See, Cordell, his organs
were no good.
This time, the shooter would make
sure the ambulance got a good lead.
So he shot Gloria, then
he comes back with bandages...
...and tries to keep her alive.
Oh, my God.
Okay.
Could this Good Samaritan be the same
guy you saw at the ATM machine?
I don't know.
Put a wig on him, maybe.
A little dark makeup, he's Hispanic.
You got those ATM tapes?
No. You only told me
to bring this one.
Yeah, well....
The ATM thing. The shooter probably
had them on the way anyway.
They went to the wrong address,
so it doesn't matter.
What do you think about
Lockridge for this?
I don't know, maybe.
Whoever got the list of organ donors
had to hack into the BOPRA computer.
Lockridge is a computer man, right?
And he lives and works in
my jurisdiction. Let's go.
I have to go with you.
No, get back to Raymond.
Take my car. I'll go with Jaye.
Why don't you pop the trunk?
I'll put this stuff in the back.
What the fuck is he doing?
McCaleb! What are you doing?!
You're killing me here.
What's going on?
-You okay?
-Yeah. You okay?
-Yeah.
-Let's go find Lockridge at work.
What do you mean?
We just shot up the Valley.
Did you hit anyone?
-No, thank God.
-Neither did l. Let's go.
Fuck.
Mr. Lockridge didn't
come to work today.
-ls he ill?
-He hasn't called...
...and he didn't come
in yesterday either.
Come here and look at this.
Doesn't that look like
probable cause to you?
Let's go.
See if I remember how they did this.
Shit.
Her throat's been slit.
She's been here a good 24 hours.
You okay?
Yeah.
We got an APB out on Lockridge.
I might get suspended,
but you did real good, McCaleb.
Real good.
I hope so.
I guess I'd better get home
and get my pills.
Want some coffee?
No, go home. Get your pills.
You still got company.
How much beer do I owe you?
Seven cases...
...but since he's a good kid
and a great fisherman, I'll take two.
I'll get you the check in the morning.
That's what they all say.
Good night, Terry.
-Hey.
-Hey, Mr. McCaleb.
Howdy.
-Hey.
-How are you?
Me and Buddy caught so many fish
he had to get more bait.
-I caught six all by myself.
-Really? It must be a harbor record.
It's " Buddy and l."
Finish your homework, Ray.
So?
I'm not sure yet,
but it's looking good.
Okay. When will you know?
Soon, hopefully.
Thank you.
For everything you've done.
I'm impressed.
That's my dad.
He used to take Glory and me fishing.
A lot.
When we were kids.
You know, they're all gone.
But I'm glad I can still smile
about her, you know?
I couldn't at first.
This is a cool gun, Mr. McCaleb.
-Raymond--
-It's all over. Don't, no.
You never, never touch a gun.
See? You can look at it.
This is an eight-shot
Smith & Wesson.
We don't touch it.
I shouldn't have left it out.
You never play with this,
so stay right there. Understand?
What's this?
Oh, that's some code I was supposed
to break, but I never could do it.
-There's no one.
-What?
There's no 1.
"9-0-3-4-7-2-5-6-8."
It's all the numbers, but no 1.
How about that? No 1 s.
Little man, come on.
We have to go. It's getting late.
-Can I stay?
-No.
-We gotta go. It's getting late.
-I don't want to.
We have to. Okay?
Were you just going to let me
sit here and eat alone?
Raymond loves this boat, and he was
wondering if he could spend the night.
Yeah, there's a berth in front
you can both share.
You don't have to hide it.
Show me your heart.
Show me.
-Somebody's up on deck.
-What's wrong?
-I don't know. Somebody's up there.
-Raymond.
No, too