Murder in the First (2014–2016): Season 1, Episode 5 - Pants on Fire - full transcript

- I have him set up by the fireplace
- Excellent.

- as you requested.
- Thank you.

How pissed off do you think he is?

You're a busy man. I'm sure he understands.

David, great to see you.

God, how long has it been?

About an hour longer than I was hoping for.

Hello, Dorrit.

Oh, sorry to keep you waiting, David.

We ran into some coastal
commission bullshit.

Oh, no problem,



But I-I requested a private
meeting with the mayor.

I thought I was pretty clear about that.

David, she's my chief of staff.

I trust her more than I trust my wife.

Perhaps that explains your divorce.

Yeah, I-I ran right
into that one, didn't I?

Mmm, Humboldt Fog... better than
any French chèvre out there.

This '94 Harlan Cab is pretty good.

I'm afraid I drank most of
it while you kept me waiting,

but no worries.

I ordered a second bottle... on your dime.

Anyway, enjoy.

- Where are you going?
- To tell Erich Blunt that

apparently bundling $1.6
million in campaign contributions



doesn't earn you a private
meeting with the mayor!

I'll take that.

Thank you.

Why are you still sitting here?

David. Wait.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Hey.

Oh, hey, you made it.

Yeah, barely.

Uh, uh, one second.

Before we, uh... How... how you doing?

I'm good. How are you?

So, are we... are we... are we cool?

You tell me.

Do you want to... talk about it, or...

I don't know. Do you?

- Well, I just...
- You want to talk about?

I-I didn't want there to be any, um...

awkward, lingering...

- Weirdness? Yeah.
- Yeah. Just... I...

I think the train's already
kind of left the station on that.

Yeah.

Do you, uh... All right, well,
I just want to say that, uh...

um...

- Oh, hey.
- Hey.

They're about to start.

Okay. Cool.

- To be continued. Yeah.
- S-s... right. Awesome.

See you in there.

Thanks.

Ladies and gentlemen, criminal
court is now in session.

The honorable Judge Sylvia Pace presiding.

- All rise!
- New judge?

Guess so.

- Where the hell is Templeton?
- No clue.

Good morning, everyone. Please be seated.

Due to an unforeseen conflict of interest,

Judge Templeton recused himself
this morning from this case.

I've been brought up to speed,

so unless the state or
defense wishes to object,

let's proceed with the bail hearing.

The state may present arguments.

Your honor...

under California Penal Code 1270.5,

a defendant charged with a capital offense

may not be admitted to bail

when proof of his or her guilt is evident.

DNA evidence not only puts
Mr. Blunt at the crime scene

but proves that he had sex with the victim

within minutes of her murder.

Really?

Sorry.

Uh-huh.

Your honor...

this defendant is a man of unlimited means,

who has mocked the authority of this court,

brazenly violated the
terms of his bail agreement,

and proved beyond all
measure of reason that

he is an extreme flight risk.

Therefore, the state moves that

the defendant be remanded to custody

for the duration of these proceedings.

Duly noted. Anything else, Counselor?

Not at this moment, your honor.

Very well.

Mr. Hertzberg, does the
defense wish to rebut?

Yes.

Your honor, though, I-I beg,
uh, just a moment's indulgence

while I try to get organized.

The last time I stood up
in a criminal proceeding

was mock trial, more years
ago than I care to admit.

Uh, well, the court will take
your rust into consideration.

Oh, I appreciate that.
Thank you, your honor.

Uh, okay, I think I'm in,
uh, pretty good shape here.

Your honor, the state's
arguments to deny bail

are rife with half-truths
and c-convenient omissions

from which they offer specious conclusions.

Um, now, they cite CPC 1270.5.

Yes, a statute which,

uh, prohibits bail

when the presumption of
guilt is great, right?

I-it says, "When the
presumption of guilt is great,"

and yet they have failed to produce

a shred of prima facie evidence
connecting my client to a crime

or even that a crime was committed.

Now, as to the assertion that

my client is a violent criminal
and a menace to society...

based on what? His personality?

Your honor,

the defense will stipulate
that Erich Blunt, on occasion,

is a petulant, self-involved,
boorish egomaniac.

Indeed you are rusty, Mr. Hertzberg.

Yes, your honor. The... the
point I'm trying to make is that

even though he is a colossal
pain in the ass, so what?

A-an abrasive personality
does not a murderer make,

and yet, this is what the prosecution

is trying to sell here.

They haven't any substantive evidence,

and so they're putting his
bad-boy reputation on trial.

Now, had they done a
little bit more research,

spent a little bit more time investigating,

uh, instead of rushing to indict,

they might have found out that Erich Blunt,

although he does have some very
annoying personality traits,

happens to be one of the most generous,

one of the most loyal people
that they will ever meet,

with no history, not one single incident,

of violent or criminal
behavior on the record.

So, for Mr... uh...

Stiletti... Sorry, Siletti...
to claim that my client

is a dangerous felon with...

being a threat to... to the public is

a ludicrous and... I'm sorry...
irresponsible assertion.

Yeah, objection.

Overruled.

Now, as to the alleged bail violation,

that was an egregious,
albeit an honest, mistake,

due to a lack of communication

between Mr. Blunt and Mr. Daniels.

My client did not fully understand,

uh, the restrictions
that were placed on him.

Objection.

Your honor, even a civil
litigator like Mr. Hertzberg

must know that ignorance is
never an arguable defense.

No, I-I-I know that.
Yes, uh, thank you.

Uh, I do know that, but it
can be a mitigating factor

in determining consequences.

Now, as for the infraction
demonstrating any disregard

to the authority of this court
or that he is a flight risk,

I... I respectfully ask
your honor to consider that

Mr. Blunt made no attempt
to steal away in secrecy.

He went to the biggest
open-air, outdoor, public party

in the state of Nevada,

returned of his own volition,

and, most telling, appeared in
court promptly as instructed.

Therefore, the defense requests that

Mr. Blunt be released
on his own recognizance

and that all sureties
of... of bond be returned

without penalty.

All right, uh, thank you, gentlemen.

Mr. Blunt,

I am reinstating your bail
at double the previous amount,

the court will retain your passport,

and you may not travel beyond the limits of

San Francisco, Marin, San
Mateo, or Alameda Counties.

Is there any part of that
that is unclear to you, sir?

No, ma'am.

You will be fitted with
a GPS ankle bracelet.

And if you wander one
foot beyond those limits,

no excuse will keep me from
throwing you back in jail.

That's all. We're dismissed.

Wipe that smile off your face.

Half the reporters in the state
of California are in this room.

By the way, Mr. Hertzberg?

How did you do at mock trial?

Pretty well, your honor.

Sorry this has to be rushed.

But I've got a 3:00 depo in Denver.

Not a problem.

Appreciate the meeting
on such short notice.

Congratulations, by the way.

I heard you accomplished
quite a bit this morning.

We caught a few breaks.

Catching breaks of your own design

is a rare talent in itself.

You need to take care of this man.

I know that.

Do you?

From what I've seen,

you don't take care of anyone but yourself.

I know that, too.

It's not one of my better qualities.

Do you have better qualities?

Not to put you on the spot,

but since I assume you've come
here to try and hire me back...

for the life of me, I can't
think of a single reason

why I'd want to continue representing you.

Mr. Daniels,

I-I know money wasn't the
reason you quit my case,

but maybe it'll be the
reason you come back.

So I'll double your fee...
paid in full up front...

if you'll rejoin our team.

I make the offer because...

frankly, it's the only
inducement I can think of.

Son, you lied to me at every turn,

withheld critical information,
ignored my instructions,

and, more importantly,
embarrassed me in open court.

You made me look foolish on
the world's largest legal stage.

And I can't think of any amount of money

that's worth my reputation.

I understand that.

And I'll understand if you say "No."

But there is a big difference
between now and then.

And that is, I've spent
several days in jail.

A couple of weeks ago,

I didn't even think that
was a remote possibility,

and now I know...

not only is it possible, without your help,

it's likely I'll spend
the rest of my life there.

And that's an outcome
I'll do anything to avoid.

Even if you mean every word you say today,

sooner or later, we'll have
a day that doesn't go our way,

or you'll get upset at some
stupid, unrelated thing.

And when that happens, I guarantee

you'll revert to form and
shoot us both in the foot.

$10 million.

Up front, plus expenses.

Will you take a polygraph?

Whatever you want, Mr. Daniels.

If you're bullshitting
me, son, I swear to God...

Hey, Terry.

Mm, hey, Mama Maddy. Where you been hiding?

Hey, I've got some, uh, building
manager on the main line,

says he has some information on the case.

It sounds like

someone stopped by his
building a couple of days ago,

flashing a badge, asking questions,

uh, claiming he was a homicide inspector.

He says he called himself Captain Salter.

Should I tell him to get lost?

Uh, no, I, uh... I'll take it.

I figured. Park 6.

All right, thank you, girl.

Mm-hmm. Don't be a stranger.

No. Uh, homicide.

Yep, this is Salter.

Okay. It's in the same building?

Okay, and you will be here all morning?

Okay, cool. Thank you very much.

Salter's been sniffing
around our investigation.

Well, it looks like

he's been sniffing around
Cindy's ex-husband, too.

That is right next door to Joni's Tavern.

Yeah, here it is... Hong Kong Pickles.

We hit that building
during our initial canvass

when we were checking
out the husband's alibi.

Spoke to an assistant
manager, some guy named Wong.

Uh, they got nothing, seen nothing,

don't know nothing... not helpful.

Probably just retracing our steps.

Salter still has plenty of
friends in this building.

We have to assume he's
got the full book on us...

what we know, what we've
done, and what we think.

All right, we'll check it out.

Could be helpful.

And tasty. Pickles... mmm!

This is it. Hong Kong Pickles.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Hey.
- Oh, you the murder police?

You not old white guy.

He told me this Salter... old, white guy.

- Who's he?
- Assistant manager.

He talked to Salter 'cause I not here.

Uh, I'm Inspector English.

- This is my partner, Inspector Mulligan.
- Hey.

Black guy, pretty white woman... got it.

Easy to remember. Everyone different.

Oh, hey. You try my pickle.

Oh. Thanks.

Oh, no problem. My name
Benji. You follow me.

Hmm.

This what Salter want. And the
Mexican policeman, too, right?

Surveillance.

They ask assistant manager,
but he not know this is here.

I watch everybody just like NSA.

Do you know what, uh...
what Salter was looking for?

He was looking for

the surveillance footage of the outside.

What is this angle over here?

Right here? What am I looking at?

Ah, that's the alley.

What about that?

Is that a... is that a different building?

Yes, that's a different building.

That's Joni's Tavern, back door.

Wait... You have footage of

every single person
entering or exiting that door

in and out of Joni's Tavern for two months?

Yeah, I guess so.

But who cares about Joni's Tavern?

This is taken from a security
cam from across the street.

There we go. That's Strauss right there.

So, 7:27, he sneaks out.

Fast-forward it a little bit.

Keep going. Keep going.
Go, go, go, go, go, go, go.

Stop.

And there he is returning at 9:33.

Wow. Two hours. Are you kidding me?

Yeah, plenty of time for him
to sneak out, go to Cindy's,

snap her neck, get back to the bar.

Okay, so, wait. So, on
the day of the murder,

what time was Mark's
pay-phone call to Blunt?

3:12 P.M.

Then he calls Blunt, threatens him,

tells him to leave his wife alone.

Had a few drinks, then decides
to actually reach out to Cindy,

but she doesn't pick up her cellphone,

so then he actually goes over there drunk.

Sees Blunt, freaks out, kills
her, goes back to the bar.

I could never figure out why
Blunt would kill a pretty woman

who just gave him a hummer.

- No, this makes much more sense.
- Yeah.

Suddenly, Blunt's DNA on
Cindy isn't so compelling.

Son of a bitch.

When you add in the
estranged husband's record

and the fact that he's
already admitted to us that

- he assaulted her the night before...
- And the phone call.

What phone call?

We have reason to believe,

uh, Mark Strauss called Erich Blunt

from a pay phone on the day of the murder.

And I'm just hearing about this now?

Well, Keefer just put it together

this morning using Strauss' I.U.D.s.

So, the location data on his cellphone,

it places him on the same
block as the pay phone

at the exact same time
the call to Blunt was made.

We're gonna bring him back in
and get to the bottom of this.

Great.

Look. Shit happens, all right?

Yeah, it might be your
shit, but it's on me.

Clean this up, people.

Okay.

I'll begin with a series of

20 innocuous
true-or-false questions.

I want you to answer in the affirmative,

regardless of whether you believe that's

a truthful answer.

Do you understand?

Yes.

You're establishing base-line parameters

for truthful and untruthful responses.

That is correct.

Are you ready to begin?

Fire away.

All right, is your name Erich Blunt?

Yes.

Are you 48 years old?

Yes.

Are you 26 years old?

Yes.

- Did you murder Cynthia Strauss?
- No.

What the hell? You said
"Innocuous Questions."

- I lied.
- Hang on one second.

Uh, I-I've witnessed dozens of polygraphs.

I've never seen one administered like this.

This is how I do it.

Shall I continue?

It's up to you.

You know my conditions.

It's not up to him.

It's up to me.

Carry on.

Very well.

We're still answering in the affirmative.

Did you murder John Lennon?

Yes.

Did you murder Cynthia Strauss?

Yes.

Have you answered all the
previous questions truthfully?

Yes.

So, is that every call and text?

To and from Cindy Strauss, Erich Blunt,

Mark Strauss, Bill Wilkerson, Ivana West.

Pull up Mark Strauss.

This short one is from his
apartment to a pizza joint.

This is from the street to his pharmacy,

then he called this check-cashing place

in the Tenderloin.

- Uh-huh.
- And these three are all to this number here.

It's a foreman trailer

on a construction site down by the Wharf.

That's the Himmelman project.

- He's an electrician, right?
- Yeah.

Yeah, maybe that's his new gig.

- Hmm.
- All right, thank you, Keefer.

No sweat.

Good work, Keefer.

Watch yourself.

There's an electrical cage right there.

Oh, yeah, you think?

I'm just saying, if he's here, he's there.

- Really?
- I don't feel like running today.

Hey. You can't go in there.

Keep moving... SFPD.

Mark Strauss? Hey.

- No!
- Hey!

Where do you think you're going, huh, huh?

All right, down on your knees. Hey!

Listen to the nice lady.

- Down, on your knees!
- Listen to the lady.

Drop the bag. Drop it.

On your stomach.

Hands where I can see them. Hands up!

Got him?

Yeah, nice and easy. There we go.

There we go. All right.

Déjà vu, huh?

What are you laughing at?!

All right, a few more questions.

Please answer truthfully.

Did you in any way... either
intentionally or accidentally...

cause the death of Cynthia Strauss?

No.

Have you ever at any time
intentionally or accidentally

caused the death of another human being?

No.

Have you found any of the
questions in this examination

to be biased, unfair, or ambiguous?

No.

Have you answered all the
questions in this examination

truthfully and to the best of your ability?

Yes.

Then we are finished, sir.

Thanks.

Get these wires off me.

You good?

All right, look either
tell me what I'm doing here

or go get me a lawyer.

All right, I understand.

Facing a murder-one indictment,

that's probably the best option anyway.

Uh, just make sure you tell your
lawyer when he gets here that

we know that you made a call
from the pay phone to Blunt

the same day your wife was murdered.

And the two hours that you
went missing from Joni's Tavern,

- during which your wife was murdered.
- Oh, yeah, that, too.

Just mention that, too.

Wait, okay, well, no,
that's what this is about?

- Yeah, man.
- Okay, I can explain both of those things.

Well, the ship sailed on explanations,

unfortunately, the minute you lawyered up,

so it's kind of over at this point.

Okay, well, I-I-I take it
back! I don't want a lawyer!

Can't take it back.

Our hands are tied now.

Once you exercise Miranda,
that bell cannot be unrung.

- We'll see you in court.
- Are you serious? Come on.

Good luck.

Okay, you know, screw you!

I-I-I'm gonna explain it
whether you like it or not!

I-I called Blunt

the morning o-o-o-o-f the
day Cindy was murdered.

I got his private number from
her cellphone the night before,

and I called him because
he was messing with my wife!

She was still my wife.

Honestly, I wanted to rip his head off,

but I didn't 'cause I knew it
would land me in jail, okay?

So, instead, I called
him up. I laid into him.

I read him the riot act. I don't know.

Maybe I might have even
threatened him. I don't know.

I was so mad, I-I can't
even remember what I said.

Then it was over. I hung up. That was it.

I didn't want to tell you about it before

because I was embarrassed.

If I wasn't such a chickenshit,
Cindy might still be alive.

Is that why you hit her the night before?

'Cause she was screwing Blunt?

Or did you hit her because
you found out that she was...

carrying his baby?

Which one?

I hit her because she hit me.

No, I hit her because I was stupid,

and I let my emotions
get the best of me, okay?

I-I'll regret it till the day I die.

So you called Blunt
and... freaked out on him?

Yeah.

That probably made you feel worse.

'Cause you really wanted to beat his ass,

but you didn't have the
balls to face him like a man.

He's got security.

Yeah, I get it.

I get it.

Did he laugh at you? Call you a pussy?

Oh, here we...

Did he tell you that

your wife wouldn't be
pulling a train at 30,000 feet

with him and half his other employees

if you knew how to
actually satisfy a woman?

So then that night,

you're feeling like a
spineless piece of shit,

so you do what any cat
in your shoes would do.

You reclaim your manhood,

and you go... you take care of
the woman that did you wrong.

- No!
- You slipped out of Joni's.

You went over to Cindy's.
You broke her neck, right?

No, I didn't... Listen.

I left the bar...

because I met a cougar.

And she told me to meet her at her car.

Okay but why did you go
through the side door?

And where was she?

She's married, okay?

She didn't want us being
seen leaving together.

- She went out the front.
- That's convenient. Okay.

So, you had a... two-hour backseat hookup?

That's what you want me to believe?

It's the truth.

Come on, man.

We smoked a joint, we had sex,

smoked some more, talked a
little while, and had more sex.

Then she split, and I
went back into the bar.

All right, what's her
name? What's her number?

I don't know.

She didn't give me either
'cause she's married.

All right, you know
what? You need to wake up!

We are sitting here, trying to help you,

but you need to give us something!

If you don't, then we're
done, and you are beyond done.

Wait, I don't... I don't know
what to tell you, all right?

I-I just... She sat next
to me next to the bar.

We were talking, had a few drinks.

Did you buy her drinks?

She bought me drinks, actually.

I'm telling you, this
chick was hot to trot.

All right, did she pay cash?

I don't even remember
who paid. I was so drunk.

Figured.

Wait, no, no. She paid with a credit card.

That's right.

I remember making fun of her
signature 'cause it was manly.

There's like lines and squiggles
like a-a doctor or something.

- What time did you say?
- Uh, 7:30 P.M.

Why don't just, uh, take
out all the female names

between 7:00 and 8:00?

- Thanks.
- Here.

- These are the females?
- Yep.

Okay, that's curvy.

Here, this is kind of squiggly.

- Sally Smoot.
- Yeah, that one.

Sally Smoot.

Don't tell me you got the FBI
database on your cellphones.

Oh, we got something even better, actually.

Yeah, Google.

Oh. Dr. Sally Smoot, San Francisco.

Oh, my gosh, you're not
even gonna believe this.

Huh.

Yeah. Thanks.

- Sure.
- Can I take this?

- Sure.
- Thank you.

Well, as long as we're here,
we might as well talk about it.

Talk about what?

About the fact that you felt
compelled to, um, kiss me.

Say what?

Please, you... you
initiated... you initiated it.

Bullshit.

No, you stood there, and you puckered,

and then you leaned in.

- "Puckered"?
- Yes.

Mr. English, Ms. Mulligan, I'm Dr. Smoot.

Please come in.

Oh.

Well, you're an attractive couple.

No, we're... we're not a
couple. We're just partners.

We're not here for counseling.

We work with the Homicide Unit.

We have some questions about a
murder that we're investigating

that we hope you can help us with.

- Seriously?
- Very seriously.

Do you remember where you
were the evening of June 5th?

Why?

Well, we have reason to believe that

you made contact with a suspect
in a murder investigation.

Do you know of, uh... of a
place called Joni's Tavern?

Were you there, by
chance, last Tuesday night?

Joni's Tavern...

It's on Gilman, over by the Stick.

Oh, uh, oh, that place.

I-I think I've been there once
or twice, but not for ages.

Um, it's not really my
type of establishment.

- Right.
- Right.

Um, i-is this your signature
at the bottom there?

Oh, uh...

Joni's.

- Mmm-hmm.
- Um...

My goodness, I apologize.

- I was thinking of, um, Jesse's on Hauser.
- Jesse's. Right.

Honest mistake.

Um... uh, yes.

Uh, yes, I-I did stop by there last week.

I guess it was June 5th.

My husband was out of town.

I had a late session
here... horrific divorce.

And, well...

um, I stopped by Joni's
for a drink on the way home.

Did you meet, uh, a young,
kind of cute redheaded guy...

Mark Strauss?

Did you, by chance, spend any
time with him alone in your car?

This is crazy!

I'm a married woman and
a-a marriage counselor.

Is... is that what this man told you?

Is that the truth?

It's nonsense. I don't know that man.

I had a few drinks, I paid my bill,

and I was at home on the phone
with my husband by 8:00 P.M.

Okay, so, then if we got a
warrant to search your car,

we wouldn't find any of Mr.
Strauss' hair or fluids...

you know, DNA?

No, you wouldn't.

And if we check your phone
records, we will see that

you and your husband were on the
phone together around 8:00 P.M.?

Well, I can't be certain of the exact time.

Um...

but, yes, I think so.

Okay.

Dr. Smoot, you need to understand, uh...

the last thing we want to do

is force you into a compromising position,

but we are investigating
the murder of a young woman.

And without you corroborating
what Mr. Strauss says,

we have every reason to
believe that he is the killer.

Well, I'm sorry. I can't help you or him.

Okay.

Okay.

I'm gonna have to ask you to come with me.

You're a-arresting me? Why?

No, I'm not arresting you.

It's just I need you to
make an official statement

at the Hall of Justice,

since we'll be pursuing murder
charges against Mr. Strauss

based on the statement that you made that

you were not with him that night.

We're also gonna have
to impound your vehicle

for a couple of days, just to verify that

there's no hair or semen
or DNA in the vehicle,

so if you could just, uh,
hand me over your keys.

And then Inspector
Mulligan will, uh, take you

to 850 Bryant Street.

I-I have... I have clients out there.

I can't do this! You are
gonna ruin my practice!

I'm sorry, ma'am.

Okay.

If I tell you the truth...

will I be in trouble?

Well, nothing compared to the trouble, uh,

Mr. Strauss would be in if you
insisted you weren't with him.

Oh, I'm such an idiot.

Yes, he's telling the truth.

Uh, my husband has a...

a medical condition
that makes sex difficult.

Oh, my God, this is so embarrassing.

I thought I was being careful.

We met in the car. We were
there for several hours.

He was with me until after 9:30.

I looked at the clock
when he got out of the car.

Okay?

Thank you.

Jesus, there you are.

I need to talk to you.

Hey, haven't seen you
since Burning Man, Wilky.

Worried you jumped ship.

Yeah, my wife is gone.

She took off when we were in Nevada.

She sent me this, okay?

Divorce papers.

I mean, I'm... I'm going out of my mind.

Yeah, I can't find her anywhere.

Okay, all right.

What do you mean you can't find her?

I mean I-I'm trying everything.
She won't pick up her cellphone.

Her sister says she fine, but
then won't talk to me, right?

So I'm... I'm at a total loss.

Uh, where's Salter?

I need someone who
knows how to find people!

- Where's...
- Hey, Salter... Salter's busy, all right?

Just... chill out a second, all right?

There's other ways of doing this.

Hey, Oli, front and center.

How can I help you, "E"?

Wilkerson here needs a digital
bloodhound to track his wife...

no questions asked.

Can do. I'll just need her specs.

We'll start with her
cellphone, e-mail addresses.

Come with me. We'll find her.

- Thanks.
- I got your back.

If you need a place to
crash during this ordeal,

mi casa su casa.

No, that's fine. Thanks.
Uh, I won't forget it.

Hey, we're friends, right?

Loyal, trustworthy.

I've got your back, and you've got mine.

100%.

- Cool.
- All right.

Barbara? Barbara, I know you're in there.

Will you please open up and
tell me what's going on? Please?

I mean, d-didn't you...
You always said that

the marriage was the most
important thing, no matter what,

so don't you think that you...
don't you think that you...

owe it to the marriage to...

to try and fix it?

No matter what happened,

don't you think you...
you owe us that much?

Honey... Hey, baby. What... what is...

Ohh, God!

- That's what I owe!
- God!

You lying bastard!

Stop! Just calm down, okay?!
Wait! Just tell me what I did!

- Shut up, shut up, shut up!
- If you're gonna act crazy, I deserve that!

Stop talking!

Oh, my God, every... every
time you open your mouth,

more bullshit comes out.

It is stinking up my life.

I am drowning in your bullshit.

- Barbara...
- I can't stand it anymore.

Let's... This is insane.

- I can't... Oh!
- I didn't do anything! I did nothing!

Do you understand?

I don't know what kind of crazy spiders

you got running around in your head!

Let me tell you this, all right?

You're gonna feel pretty stupid
by the time you figure out that

it's all just a bunch of
crazy spider lies, yeah!

No, no, all... all this time,
you were telling me how...

how Cindy's just some poor, messed-up kid.

- Oh, my God.
- Right? "She's like a daughter to me.

I was just trying to help
her straighten out her life."

The whole time, it was a lie!

Honey, honey, why would
you even think that?

You don't know what you're saying.

You got it all wrong!

I've got it wrong?

Huh?

You're a lying bastard!

Where did you get that?

Oh, I bet you'd like to know.

Just get the hell away from me, all right?

I never want to see you...
or hear you or talk to you.

I swear to God.

Discharge on 27?

Uh, that is correct.

What does that mean?

Discharged with further investigation

in case we find any
additional holes in your alibi.

You won't.

Wait. Is this charge on my record?

No.

Let's see here...
Adderall, Xanax, trazodone,

Kolonopin, oxycodone,
Demerol, Darvocet, and codeine.

- They're all legit scripts.
- You need help, man.

Sign here.

See you next time.

You're free to go.

Next up!

Erich Blunt passed his polygraph test.

- For real?
- Yeah, of course he did.

Well-played by Warren Daniels.

Classic.

Hey, uh, I just want to
make a little announcement

about, uh, tonight's Karaoke Birthday Bash.

Uh, yeah, I-I made a
deal with a car service.

It's actually one of the pimps
I knew from when I was in vice,

but, uh, anyway,

no one has to worry about
drinking and driving.

You can just party down, right?

Whoo-hoo!

- Sounds good. In.
- All right.

What about you, T-Dog? You coming?

Uh, Molky-Molk, I'm, uh, swamped.

I will be there in spirit.
Happy... Happy Birthday, man.

No, no, no, no, no. You'll
be there in the flesh.

You have my personal guarantee
he will be there, okay?

It's not really open for discussion.

- You... you're going.
- I'll see you there.

Ted Bundy, Jeffrey Dahmer, the BTK Killer

all passed polygraphs.

I'm not going to debate
the validity of polygraphs.

But this polygraph bears no consideration.

It was a staged event,

intentionally disseminated to the media

in a surprisingly ham-fisted attempt

to drum up favorable press for Erich Blunt.

Warren Daniels is going
to try to win this case

with press leaks and innuendo
because that's all he has.

Erich Blunt murdered Cindy Strauss

and her unborn child, and
we're going to prove that

in court with evidence and cold, hard facts

because that's what we have.

Thank you. That is all. Enjoy your evening.

♪ Hey, she's my lawyer ♪

♪ When I'm in trouble ♪

Whoo!

♪ She makes my temperature rise ♪

♪ And when it comes to
kind treatment, people ♪

♪ My baby's an angel in disguise ♪

♪ Well, when I'm sick ♪

♪ She's my doctor ♪

So?

- ♪ When I'm well ♪
- So...

♪ She's my pride and joy ♪

We never really got a chance

to finish our conversation
about what happened.

We don't have to.

No, I know. I just...
just want to make sure

we both know it's obviously
not gonna happen again.

♪ When I'm tired and I
want to play, people ♪

Agreed.

♪ It's my baby that's my toy ♪

So, we're... we're good? We're okay?

We're always good, Hildy.

Cool.

Do you want to kiss and make up?

Kidding.

Next up...

Homicide's Sultan of Soul...

Inspector Terrance English!

No.

- Yes. You're up. Go, go, go, go, go.
- Y'all stop.

Yeah!

♪ At last ♪

♪ My love has come along ♪

♪ My lonely days are over ♪

♪ And life is like ♪

♪ A song ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ At last ♪

♪ The skies above ♪

♪ They are blue ♪

♪ My heart was wrapped up ♪

♪ In clover ♪

♪ The night I looked ♪

♪ At you ♪

Hey.

Hey.

I didn't mean to scare you.

You didn't.

Been thinking about you.

Ditto.

I had fun on our date.

It wasn't a date.

Whatever it was, it was nice.

I like you.

You like me because you can't have me.

No.

There's something about you.

You're strong, fearless.

You can't tell me we don't
have a certain chemistry.

How about when I'm proven
innocent and this is all over...

you and I, we could do dinner again?

Maybe I'll cook this time.

Get off my property and
don't come back, okay?

Good night, Hildy.

To be continued.