English.
- Yeah.
We got this guy yesterday.
Did you translate this?
- No. But whoever did's not a native speaker.
- How do you know that?
Well, he translated here-
And that literally means "to put pressure
on him, he bit the guy."
As if he was being tortured.
But that's not what it means here.
It's slang.
It means he bribed him.
He didn't bite him.
Good.
We need to talk.
I think you have a little spinach
or something in your teeth.
I want you to route all calls
through to my cell.
You picked a hell of a day
to start your field work.
- Button up your jacket.
- Why? What goin' on?
Dispatch, this is Charlie 9. Units on scene.
- Here comes the Secret Service.
- I really don't need them breathin' down my neck.
What do they know
about investigatin' murder?
She can breathe
down my neck.
But not him.
Agents Breckinridge, Marin.
Secret Service.
- You guys bring lunch?
- Not today.
The way I see it,
he hands over the wallet.
As the guy reaches for it,
Merriweather goes for his gun.
Bad guy shoots him first.
- You think this is a street crime?
- In my gut, yeah.
You know my problem
with gut feelings?
Once you have them,
the only evidence you see...
is the evidence that reinforces
your gut feeling.
- Human nature.
- There's no money left in his wallet...
and there's been a series of robberies here
the last two months.
You have some reason to think
it wasn't a robbery?
Well, Agent Merriweather spent the last 25 years
honing his ability to sense danger...
to notice anything
outside of the ordinary...
so for some average street criminal to get
the drop on him-yeah, it raises questions.
Not to mention that he's been
shot here twice with a.45.
I'm gonna take a guess here, but from your initial
canvassing, I bet you no one heard anything.
Any homicide cop will tell you that sort
of thing happens all the time.
Yeah, I bet they would, Detective.
Rosario.
Anyone want anything
to eat or drink?
- Uh, no, thanks, ma'am. I think we're fine.
- Well, I'm hungry.
Tom, sweep downstairs and go for dinner.
I'll sweep upstairs, sit post till the shift change.
You sure?
You've been on as long as me.
You gonna make me change my mind?
Detective, take a look at the bullet mark
on the doorjamb. The slug didn't penetrate.
It's cedar, which is a soft wood.
It gets brittle with age.
- So what are you sayin'?
- Bad guy used a silencer.
That's why nobody heard it.
And that's what slowed down
the velocity of the bullet...
and stopped it
from penetrating the wood...
which it easily would have done had it been
traveling at its normal rate of speed.
The shooter was standing
right here.
One other thing, Detective.
Excuse me. Agent Merriweather's
firearm- the safety's still on.
We assumed he just didn't
have time to flick it off.
Agent Marin, why don't you explain
to the detectives why that is unlikely.
If he was a police officer, it would make
sense because your academy trains you...
to draw your weapon and flip
the safety in two separate actions...
to avoid accidental shootings.
Our academy trains us to draw
and flip in a single motion.
If he managed to draw his weapon,
his safety should have been off.
A protective agent maybe draws his weapon
once an entire presidential term.
When we draw our weapon,
we intend to use it.
Bottom line-
Agent Merriweather was assassinated.
I want the murder weapon.
I don't care if you have to drag the Potomac.
If this man was one of yours, you would have
treated him with a lot more respect.
Let's get a gurney up here!
It always amazes me
how thorough you are.
Well, we try to do
the best job we can.
Hopefully you sleep better at night.
- And I definitely do.
- Garrison, DiPaola. We're good on the perimeter.
- I'm 10-60.
- Uh, roger, 10-60.
I let DiPaola go