Murder in the First (2014–2016): Season 2, Episode 1 - Twenty-Fifteen - full transcript

[chuckles]
You see this?

_

Well, that headline
had to sting.

"Leaving to spend more time
with her family"... quaint.

[elevator bell dings]

Isn't it amazing
how blood in the water

always seems to inspire
family values in politicians?

Right?
[chuckles]

See, now, that's the kind of
woman you should be chasing...

not the goddamn D.A.

[telephone ringing]



Okay, where are we
with Sarah Tran?

We're still digging.

As of now,
she's in the wind.

All right, guys, I'm getting
a lot of shit from upstairs.

Undercover cop goes missing
for four days?

We got to do better than
"she's in the wind."

All due respect, Boss,
we're Homicide.

We don't even have a body.
She might not be dead.

Seems like Missing Persons
should be all over this.

Well, don't talk to me
about divisions, okay?

She's one of us,
remember that.

Well, no one's being lazy...
Sarah was investigating

an underground
prostitution ring,

and she dropped off
the face of the Earth.



ENGLISH: There's no evidence.
There's no witnesses.

We don't know if she was killed,
if she was abducted,

or she just went to Vegas.

Well, figure it out.

What do you think,
Inspector?

Mr. Choo, we just need to know
if you recognize this woman.

No, what does he think?
Good sandwich?

Uh, not bad
for a Korean barbecue

in the middle
of Japantown.

Answer the lady, please.

Her name's Sarah Tran.

I don't know her.

Of course not.

[yawning]
Oh, my God.

What, you tired already?

Yeah, I'm tired.
I didn't sleep last night.

Uh-oh.

- No.
- No?

I'm actually done with dudes,
I've decided.

[laughs]
I'ma tell Kami Keefer on you.

- [chuckles]
- She's gonna rock your world.

Yeah, that's
not gonna happen.

[rap music playing]

[indistinct conversation]

Field trips...
how many times are they gonna

drag us up the coastline
to go hug redwoods?

♪ ...we bangin' on your knees
with your last wish ♪

♪ Like a punk trick ♪

♪ Y'all finished ♪

♪ It's all about respect ♪

♪ So just forget the rest ♪

♪ Yo, yo,
it's all about respect ♪

Hey, Alfie, you got something
in there for me to drink?

♪ You gotta pass the test,
homeboy ♪

You know, how about
a red Gatorade?

I mean, you always got
red Gatorade, right?

♪ So what the deal is,
playa? ♪

♪ Yo, yo,
it's all about respect ♪

♪ You better show respect
or protect your neck ♪

[gunshot]

[students screaming]

All right, 5-Henry-9.
Code 33.

Shots fired.
Third and Green.

[screaming continues]

[sobbing] No, no!

[gunfire]

[screaming continues]

[gunfire continues]

[indistinct shouting]

HILDY:
5-Henry-9, 5-Henry-10.

217 in progress...
school-bus shooting.

Green, between
Third and Fourth.

All right,
I'm going in.

[gunfire continues]

[shouting continues]

[sobbing] Help me! No!
Help me.

[gunfire]

[students screaming, sobbing]

[gunfire continues]

We have at least two shooters.
White male, 15 to 18.

Use caution until we can confirm
these two are alone.

Patrol units,
block west and east ends.

Clear civilians.

[student sobbing]

- [gunfire]
- Aah!

- Aah!
- [student sobbing]

DISPATCH:
3-Henry-5, 3-Henry-6.

Two-minute ETA.

[indistinct shouting]

[screaming]

[sirens wailing]

5-Henry-200.
On site, west end.

Hey, out of the way!
Out of the way! Move! Move!

[helicopter blades whirring]

[police radio chatter]

[student breathing heavily]

[door banging]

Relax.

[gunfire]

No!

[tires squeal]

Move! Back! Back!

STUDENT: Help me! No!
No, please.

[sobbing]

[door banging]

Go.

Out the back.

Now.

[banging continues]

[door opens]

[people screaming]

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

Police! Get over here!
Now! Now! Move!

[sirens wailing]

All right,
how many shooters?

- Two. Just two.
- What are their names?

Um, Dustin Maker
and Alfie Rentman.

All right,
radio that in.

Suspects' names are
Dustin Maker and Alfie Rentman.

Get him past the tape,
straight through questioning.

- What's your name?
- Mason.

- ENGLISH: 5-Henry-9. Cover me.
- Move, Mason! Move!

I'm trying to get
a closer look.

HILDY: 5-Henry-10.

We have confirmation...
there are only two shooters.

- [screaming]
- Repeat... only two shooters.

KOTO: 5-Henry-200.
Terry, you got a green light.

Take a shot if you have it.

[gunshots]

[students screaming]

[gunfire]

[gunfire]

Check your ear.

Terry, are you okay?

- I lost you.
- [breathing heavily]

- Front of the bus. Engine block.
- [gunfire]

Move! Move!
Out of the way!

Move!

Get down, get down!
I got you, Terry.

5-Henry-200
tacking east from Fourth.

DISPATCH: First units 10-97 at
the location, east end line.

All right,
watch your back drop.

No civilians, no civilians.
No blue on blue.

- [siren wailing]
- Hey, how many rounds we got left?

Plenty,
but we're out of time.

[gunfire]

[glass shattering]

[explosion]

Come on.

[explosion]

[explosion]

5-Henry-9, Code 33.

Clear the air.
All units.

This is happening.
406.

MAN:
We are just getting reports

of automatic gunfire
on Green Street...

WOMAN: ...trying to determine
if a school bus is involved.

[sirens wailing]

[canisters clattering]

[explosions]

[gunfire]

[tires screeching]

[police radio chatter]

[helicopter blades whirring]

There, east end, next to
the dispensary... clear exit.

Yeah? Then what?

Then we stay alive,
and we're legends.

We discussed this.

Look, do what
you've got to do,

but I'm finishing
the game.

[canister pin clicks]

[canister clatters]

[explosion]

Shooter.

10-13,
Tactical on approach.

MAN: 10-4. Tactical is 10-97
on the west approach.

Who's got the bird's-eye?

4-Victor-3. I got an aerial from
on top of the parking structure

down on the bus.

I'm blind... too much smoke.

MAN: Right there!

- Hey.
- Get him out of there!

Hey!
Dude, get out of the way.

Get off the street!

Get down!

Walt, eyes up.
You're downrange. Eyes up.

[clicking]

MAN:
Bravo, take cover!

_

Move up!
Right there!

MAN: Air 16. We are unable to maintain
a visual on any suspect at this point.

Get out of here!
Get out of here!

Looks like we need
additional units to the south.

Move, move, move!

East end looks soft.

Lock this block
before they scoot.

[canister clatters, explosion]

- [bell dings]
- Easy, easy.

SFPD.

You got a phone
and working toilet?

Yeah.

Hope you don't mind
a few visitors.

KOTO: This is 5-Henry-200.
Tactical Command post set.

Fog city convenience,

northside of Green,
just west of the bus.

[siren chirping]

Dustin,
please don't kill me!

[gasps]

On the ground
or in your grave.

Both.

[gun clicks]

[whimpers]

Suspect's gun is clear.
Get some cuffs on him.

- Cuffs, cuffs, cuffs!
- HILDY: Shooter one is down.

[handcuffs click]

We need shooter two.
He's got to be close. Come on.

- Come on.
- Take him, guys.

- Got him?
- Yeah.

Shooter one in custody.

All eyes,
find shooter two.

- [gunshot]
- Aah!

Where did
that come from?

- Oh, I'm hit.
- Where did that come from?!

[police radio chatter]

Cover me.

Officer down.

- Officer down.
- [groans]

5-Henry-200.
Inspector Lieutenant Homicide.

We need to clear
under the bus.

- Circle, circle!
- Perimeter, who's got eyes?

MAN: Too much smoke.
I can't see.

ENGLISH: Everybody, shut up
and clear the air.

Keep your margins!

Cover me!
I'm going in!

Go, go, go, go, go,
junior.

Where is he?

He's not there.

[police radio chatter]

Shooter two is in the wind.

I repeat,
shooter two in the wind.

MAN: Back alley of Sixth Street
is clear. No sign of suspect.

MAN: Copy that.
Nothing on the east end,

but we are still searching.

[sighs]
No service.

Jammed.
AT&T and Verizon are down.

Their servers crashed.

- English.
- Yeah?

Veracruz
has an update.

Hey. Thanks.

So,
you knew the shooters?

Dustin and Alfie?
Yeah.

At least I thought I did.
I liked them.

I left my backpack on the bus...
big blue one.

It has a picture
of my Grams in it.

I'll see what I can do.

Thanks.

[sighs]

He must have got out
from under the bus,

slipped through
the hole in the fence.

It's a straight shot

from Dog Alley
to Market Street.

This kid knew exactly
what he was doing.

And here comes the world.

Tac's got four-by-four
squared off for door knocking.

Should only be around
60,000 doors.

Assuming he's still here.

He had 26 minutes

before our edge was secure.

So, you two
are feeling optimistic.

[police radio chatter]

All right,
suspect in custody?

Dustin Maker,
senior at Whitman,

unconscious in the lockup wing
at St. Ignatius.

Suspect not in custody?

Alfred Rentman,
white, junior.

We're still working on
actual ages.

- Quiet types, video games.
- No history of violence.

You know, good boys, you'd never
have guessed... same old story.

Maker lives in Outer Richmond,
poor kid.

The missing shooter
lives in Sea Cliff,

- next to Lincoln Golf Club.
- Rich kid.

Tac units are surrounding
both houses,

and from the outside,
there is no sign of life.

I sent Walt and Kaleb to
the missing shooter's house.

Good. We should bust in
and grab up what we can.

- This is a manhunt.
- HILDY: No.

The first shooter is alive
and in custody.

This is going to trial,
people.

Everything we do,
we do by the book.

We need a warrant,
and now.

Yeah. On it.

And exactly how long have you
been a native French Canadian?

Uh, excuse me?

Your Honor.

Let's take a brief recess.

This is happening
right now?

It is.

Thank you.

[banging on door]

Search warrant!

MAN: 2-Tom-7 at shooter one
residence. All clear.

Two bedrooms, seven
rooms total... nobody home.

DISPATCH: Copy that. Maker
residence is clear. Stand by.

Third floor clear.
Single resident.

Diploma says
"Dr. Rentman."

First floor clear.
Single resident.

Looks like mom.

Same family,
separate units?

How do you raise
a school shooter?

In the middle.

Where the hell are
this kid's parents?

Copy that.

Okay, nobody's home...
neither kid.

All right. CSI?

Couple computers,
some video-game consoles...

stuff Keefer can dig into later,
but...

Right, but that's
gonna take time.

Well, Rentman caught
a graze to the ear.

Checked every hospital,
drugstore,

and pharmacy
in an eight-by-eight.

- Don't you report to somebody?
- Not you.

I need an aspirin.

Okay, shooter in custody,
Dustin Maker,

he's all over social media...
Facebook and Twitter, reddit...

but I can't find anything for
the second shooter, Rentman.

As far as I can tell,
he doesn't even exist online.

The long guns
used were AR-15s.

Now, usually hard to get,

but most certainly
harder to customize.

Check this crazy shit out.

CSI snapped a photo
of Maker's gun.

It's a sear-cut lower receiver,
makes it fully automatic.

600-RPM chainsaws.

Amazing.

I-I didn't think
it would get worse

than when Hill's crew
started sporting

Rico Mak-90s with hundred-round
drums a decade ago.

But teenage psychopaths
unleashing 600 rounds a minute?

[door opens, closes]

It's time.
[clears throat]

[door opens]

[sirens wailing]

[helicopter blades whirring]

Hey, look up.

Right? News choppers...
cover the bodies, please.

Show a little respect.

Let me get to the back, please.
Thanks.

So... the first shooter
was right here.

Shot the kid across from him
with his sidearm.

Second shooter was behind
in the opposite corner.

Perfect angles
for cover.

They shot the hell
out of this bus.

All right,
check this out.

This seat here...

there's no bullets,
no blood.

There's not a scratch.

I met this kid.

His name is Mason.
He escaped.

No.

They chose to let him go.

They wanted a witness.

Why the hell would
they want a witness?

To tell their story.

[camera shutter clicking]

[police radio chatter]

Second shooter's parents
are at 850.

Cell service
is back up?

- Yeah, it's back up.
- Okay, one second.

Louise?
Hey, are you okay?

Oh, thank God. Okay.
Um... are you still at school?

No,
that... that's good

that they're keeping
you there, sweetie.

Can I talk to your teacher
for a minute?

Hey, Ms. Jensen.

No, I-I know, it's late.
Mike should be there any minute.

I'm sorry.

Okay.

Okay, yeah. That sounds good.
Thank you.

Hi, babe.

Um, okay,
so, everything's good.

Daddy is on his way.

He's gonna be there
as soon as he can, okay?

I promise.
Yeah, I promise.

All right, I love you.

Okay? I love you so much,
and I'm gonna see you soon.

Okay.

Okay. Bye.

ENGLISH: You all right?

No.

School's still on lock-down,
and they won't release kids

without a parent,
and Mike's M.I.A.

She's just sitting there
by herself.

I think she's
the last kid there.

Hey, she's gonna be okay.
She's gonna be fine.

[cellphones ringing,
vibrating]

It's their friends.

Their families.

Everybody they know.

[brakes squeak]

[indistinct shouting]

[camera shutters clicking]

Excuse me. Excuse me.

My wife was driving the bus,

and I'm just trying to get
some information.

Yeah, of course.

Uh, come on in.
We'll help you out, all right?

Hey, Walt?

This gentleman's wife
was driving the bus.

Can you help him out?

Absolutely.

- Thanks.
- Right this way.

- Can I get you some coffee?
- Sure.

Okay, now, the second shooter's
parents... where are they?

Yeah, uh,
Interview Room,

uh, the Rentmans,
and they're clueless.

They, uh...

they think their son
is one of the victims.

All right. Thanks.

I don't understand.

That... that's my son.
That's Alfie.

Then your son
is the second shooter.

W-What...
what are you saying?

He killed
over a dozen people.

We have hundreds
of witnesses.

I don't understand.

These, uh, windows...

make me seasick,
like we're on a boat.

[chuckles]

Is that intentional?
Uh...

You did this, Frank!

- Okay, okay, okay.
- You did this!

- God damn it, Frank!
- All right, all right, all right.

All right, all right.
Okay, okay.

Okay. Okay, come on.

- [screams]
- Come on.

- Calm down. Calm down.
- No!

- You got her?
- Mm-hmm.

All right, come on.

- All right, easy.
- [door closes]

FRANK: I'm sorry.
Are you all right?

I'm fine.
Sit down, please.

[sighs]

[sighs]

Were you involved in
what your son did today?

That's, um...
that's not a simple question.

Answer me!

My son...
is a sociopath.

You all right?

I'm so sorry.
I...

I lost it in there.

Yeah.

[sighs]

My husband
makes me crazy.

He... he spends half his life
in denial,

then when anything happens
with Alfie,

he just becomes a scientist,
never a father.

[sighs]

[sighs] Why don't you tell me
about Alfie?

He was troubled...
as long as I can remember.

Didn't like
to be touched.

Didn't connect
with other kids.

I've been wanting to put him
in therapy for years,

but that asshole
always insists

that Alfie can be fixed
with meds...

everything's chemical.

And I let him talk me into it.

But now...

now...
this.

This, I...

How do you
come back from this?

[sighs]

What's gonna happen to us?

Does Alfie have a phone?
Can you call him?

I've been trying.

He doesn't answer.
It doesn't even ring.

It just goes straight
to voicemail.

Those... poor families.

Oh, God.

[crying]
I'm so sorry.

I just...

I don't know
what to say.

[breathing hoarsely]
I don't know.

[sobbing]

[sighs]

He has a documented genetic
history of schizotypal behavior,

exhibits
numerous indicators

of antisocial personality
disorders.

Statistically speaking,

his diagnosis is clear.

Diagnosed by who?

Who's his doctor?

One of the world's leading
experts in the field.

This is you?

I'm a neuroscientist.
I specialize in sociopathy.

Inspector Mulligan,
my son is very sick...

and very,
very dangerous.

Dr. Rentman...

no shit.

[helicopter blades whirring]

[siren wailing]

Okay, so,
you're Alfie Rentman.

Uh, you're shot.

We don't know how bad,
but you are wounded.

And you're on the run.

Or you're on to
the next step.

I mean, a lot of mass murderers
have a series of events

they want to accomplish before
they get caught or killed.

I mean,
Harris and Klebold,

they both wanted to
blow up Columbine.

Of course, never
got around to it.

Excuse me.

I'm Brian Tran,
Sarah's husband.

Yes, Mr. Tran?

I'm sorry to interrupt, but I've
been calling and calling,

but nobody's giving me
any answers.

I just need somebody
to tell me something

about what's going on
with my wife.

Have, uh...
have you seen the news, sir?

Yes, and it's terrible.

But I still have to find
my wife.

We're doing everything we can.
We're following every lead.

Do we even know if she's alive,
or, God forbid...

Sir,
we don't know anything,

and the reason why no one's
answering the phones

is because this entire department
is involved in a manhunt

to try and find this
psychopathic mass murderer

who's now loose
in the city.

I'm sorry.

I know this is hard.

Just... just promise me
you'll call

as soon
as you hear anything.

We will.

We got to find
this goddamn kid.

Oh, geez.

[indistinct conversations]

All right,
let's go around back.

How is he?

Alive.
The Kevlar vest saved him.

Is he conscious?

Yes, although he's in
a fair amount of pain.

A cracked sternum,
bruising on his left lung,

but he's stable
and should make a full recovery.

Can we see him?

You can try.
He hasn't been very forthcoming

with any of the doctors
or nurses.

But from what I can tell,
he's coherent.

Just doesn't want to talk.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have to go save some lives
I actually care about.

Excuse me.

Together?

- One by one.
- [cellphone vibrating]

I'm the door knocker.
You're the chaplain.

Hello?
Oh, hey, Ms. Jensen.

What?
He's not there?

Um, okay, let me,
uh... [sighs]

let me make a quick call,
and, uh, I-I'll call you back.

Okay. Thanks.

What's up?

Mike never showed.

Louise is just sitting there
by herself.

I swear to God, Terry,
I'm gonna... I'm gonna kill him.

All right, go get her.

No, I... [sighs]

Let me just, uh...
let-let me just make a call.

One second.

[monitor beeping]

Are you in pain?

Have you seen a doctor?

They give you
any medication?

I don't take meds.
That stuff will make you crazy.

[scoffs]

I'm Inspector English.

What are you here
to inspect?

You.

Your basic condition.

State of mind.

Make sure you're getting
taken care of properly.

Yeah, they won't let me
have a TV.

I know.

What are they saying
out there?

That you're the killer
of the week.

Famous.

For a week.

Where's Alfie?

He's dead.

Hey, Mom and Dad.
It's me.

Uh, can you call me
when you get this?

Everything's fine.
I just...

I-I need you to call me.

All right, thanks, bye.

Hey, check out this photo.
Just came in.

Screen grab
from a taxicab.

ENGLISH: Oh, wow.
What's the location?

SoMa,
near Bryant and Kolb.

Look at that time stamp.

- That's like 10 minutes ago.
- That's not bad.

Yeah,
but this kid moves fast.

Well, then, so should you.
Go.

Go.
I'll finish this, all right?

And then I got to grab Louise,
so I'll see you in a bit.

Yeah. Uh...

give Louise a hug for me.

I will.

Did Alfie kill himself?

No, he was shot.

Where are your parents?

Where'd you find him?

Alfie.

SoMa.

Down by
the warehouses.

Idiot.

I told him hitting that concert
was a stupid idea.

What concert?

Why do you care?

He's dead...
right?

Concert...
warehouse district.

[beeping]

Where are you?

You're in Vegas?!

Are you kidding me?!

No, s-stop, Mike, okay?
Stop.

I don't want to hear it
right now.

I don't want to hear...

No, I don't want to hear
your shit, okay?

You're drunk.

No, you're drunk. I can tell.
You're slurring your words.

I don't...

I got to go.

[sighs]

- Hey.
- Hey, what have we got?

Band started about
an hour ago.

All right.
Do they know we're here?

If they do,
they don't give a shit.

Oh, God.

- I got you.
- Oh, thanks.

Okay, so, it's an old textile
plant, condemned in '83.

We had to pull these schematics
out of city archives.

They're outdated,
so they may not be accurate.

The warehouse just sold
a couple months ago

to that, uh, Russian
billionaire, Vladimir Slim.

Slim Shady.

Bet he doesn't even know
he owns this building.

Okay, Keefer, you're up.
What you got? What'd you find?

An invisible embed on the first
shooter's reddit feed.

The concert is underground...
invite only.

Here's the guest list.

The guests are all listed
under pseudonyms.

See that "Pi"?
That's our second shooter.

Matches his online
gaming profile

from the Xbox
we pulled at his home.

- So, you're saying he RSVP'd?
- Correct.

- All right, how many people we got here?
- [scoffs] 200, 300.

300 drug-addled
teenagers.

Who, for all we know,

view this punk
as a hero.

Look, every second we spend out
here while he's in there,

more lives are at risk.

Okay.
How many plainclothes we got?

Um, 10 in each station,
80 total.

Probably 20 nearby.

No sudden movements.

If you spot our target,
signal Molk,

and then fall back.

On my command...
unless he makes a move,

no bullets, no bodies,

no blue on blue,
no mistakes.

[drums beating intermittently]

[indistinct conversations]

[heavy metal music playing]

♪ Is it sick of me ♪

♪ To need control of you? ♪

♪ Is it sick to make ♪

♪ You beg the way I do? ♪

MOLK:
Walt, move left towards 10:00

so we can get a view
of the stage.

- That's it.
- ♪ Is it sick of me ♪

Thanks.

♪ To watch the wicked way
you thrill? ♪

♪ Is it sick to say ♪

♪ I live to break your will? ♪

♪ Are you ♪

♪ Sick like me? ♪

♪ Am I beautiful ♪

♪ As I tear you to pieces? ♪

♪ Am I beautiful? ♪

♪ Even at my ugliest,
you always say ♪

- ♪ I'm beautiful ♪
- I got him. I got him.

Suspect is to the right
of the stage.

20 feet back.

- ♪ You are beautiful ♪
- I can't get a clear shot.

♪ Even at your ugliest ♪

Suspect on the move.
He's on the move.

♪ You're beautiful
and sick like me ♪

Wait, w-where is he?

I got nothing.

[gun clicks]

- He's on stage. Engage.
- I got him.

I'm really
looking forward to this.

Kiss my ass,
you limp-dick freak.

Watch out!

Get out of the way!

English, no.

Molkie, what's down here?

Uh, tunnels.

Uh, Triad, BART,

muni, water.

It's a maze, Terry.
It's not safe.

Terry?

Terry!
It's not safe!

[metal clatters]

[gunshot]

[groaning]

[both sigh]

You scared me, man.

I scared you?

We got to move.

Yeah.

Ah, useless.

- Good?
- Yeah.

MAN: 6-James-40.
Shot fired in the tunnel.

[sighs]
Maybe they got him.

6-James-40. Officer down.
Star 5-Henry-4.

I repeat, star 5-Henry-4.

That's my guy.
Come on.

Hi.
I'm so sorry.

No problem.

- Goodnight, honey.
- I'm sorry, babe.

It's okay.
It's not your fault.

- Were you scared?
- No. Where's Dad?

Daddy had to go out of town
on a work thing.

I'm sorry.
I-I totally forgot.

Did you eat?

Just some cheese and crackers.

All right, well, let's go home.

I'll make you pancakes, okay?

How many kids
were killed on the bus?

I don't know.

Yes, you do.

I don't want to talk about it
right now, okay?

Do I have to go
to school tomorrow?

No.

Not tomorrow.

- Mom?
- Yeah?

Sometimes I wish
you weren't a cop.

Sometimes I do, too.

Okay, let's go.