Murder in the First (2014–2016): Season 2, Episode 12 - Episode #2.12 - full transcript
[mariachi music playing]
[Alyssa laughs]
So, um...
uh, so, when the twins take off
to Tahoe or whatever for a show,
part of my job
was feeding the snake.
And, of course,
one day, I get distracted,
and the snake
bites me.
My hand swells up
to like twice its size,
and I'm
[laughing] freaking out.
And I call them,
and I'm like, "Help.
Your snake
just bit me.
I think
I need to go to the hospital.
I don't have insurance
or money to pay for it."
So the regular twin...
she says, "Hold on."
The psychic twin
gets on the phone,
and she goes silent
for a couple seconds,
'cause she was getting psychic
on me on the phone.
[laughs]
And, then, suddenly,
she says, "Oh, you don't need
to go to the hospital.
You're gonna be fine."
Then she fired me.
[laughing]
[laughing] I was like...
Oh.
What is it?
You're quiet.
If I could promise you
that you would be safe,
with a clean slate
and no fear of your past...
[indistinct conversations]
Nobody can really
promise that.
I would do
everything I can.
And so would
the department.
The department?
You need
to tell me
everything you're not
telling me, Alyssa.
W-What exactly
is your relationship
with Junior McCormack?
You said you didn't care
about my past.
I'm not talking about the past!
I'm talking about last night.
You were supposed to pick up
a package at Marina Green,
and Junior called you
and told you not to.
- WAITER: For you, ma'am.
- I need to know...
♪ ♪
I need to know who you were
gonna deliver that package to.
♪ ♪
I saw the safe
at your apartment.
You got to tell me
what the hell is going on.
So you want information,
so you show up at my place,
all fake romantic.
You take me out to dinner.
You liquor me up.
I can't lie to you.
I care about you.
But you have to know...
you have to know...
that you
are part of something
that's so much bigger
than you think.
People are dead
because of it.
I don't want
to help you?
God,
I want to help you.
But you
have to help me, too.
♪ ♪
[indistinct conversations]
Hey.
Hey.
So, I hear you're, uh,
taking a leave.
You really don't want
to work Ingleside, huh?
I can't do the job
second-guessing myself,
and I'm having
a hard time
knowing what's right
and what's wrong.
I got
to figure it out.
Well, I, uh,
hope you do.
'Cause we
need you here.
♪ ♪
HILDY: So, what, she just
wouldn't give you the name?
MOLK: No, I had to convince her
to trust me.
But, I mean,
she's ready to talk,
and... and I just want
to put some protections in place
before she does.
Jesus Christ.
Molk, we don't know what
this girl is into, all right?
She could have been involved
in Kaleb's murder,
Tran, Criolla.
O-Okay, okay,
fine.
O-Once we clear her of that,
then what?
[elevator bell dings]
Look, I get
that you like this girl.
That's cool.
But I-I cannot give you
any guarantees. She's...
Okay, you know what?
Then I-I can't help you.
Molk, are you kidding
right now?
D-Do I look like
I'm kidding, Hildy?
Really, seriously?
Molk, Molk, Molk,
what did you have in mind?
- I want immunity.
- Okay.
And... and relocation
if necessary.
[Hildy scoffs]
All right.
I'll take it to Koto.
Okay,
thank you.
She better produce.
[siren wails in distance]
[telephone rings]
You okay?
Yeah. Molk's just got
his head up his ass.
You think
she's playing him, huh?
She's been playing him
up until now.
- Why would she change?
- Yeah.
Oh.
[sighs]
[indistinct conversations]
What are
you doing here?
I, uh, was getting
the last of my stuff.
You know, um, I'm gonna
get my shit together...
clean myself up,
rehab.
I owe it
to the girls.
Yeah, you do.
I'm gonna get back
to work.
Yeah, yeah.
Go, go.
♪ ♪
[police radio chatter]
Hey.
[cellphone buzzes]
Inspector English.
Yeah.
[sighs]
♪ ♪
Okay.
Thank you.
Koto went
full Dragnet.
Uh, APB.
Units at
all the transportation hubs.
We're gonna find her.
Okay, she wouldn't have
just left, Terry,
not on her own,
okay?
Someone got to her,
I promise.
Okay, okay.
Anything?
Uh, bunch of books
on meditation,
yoga DVDs,
prescription for Ativan.
- [device beeps]
- Inspector.
Yeah?
I believe we're in.
We're all gonna share
the wealth here, right?
Just, uh, open the safe,
Jimmy.
[keypad beeping]
♪ ♪
Go ahead, Jimmy.
Take as much as you want.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
You know, in a year or two,
weed's gonna be just like gum,
sitting right there
at the grocery store
at the checkout line.
Transport, distro...
it's all gonna be legal.
Business comes
and goes.
Why diversification
is important.
That's why
we need to talk about
that China white
you bringing in.
Well, I'm getting out
of that business.
It's dirty.
- [engine turns over]
- I hear you.
What if you had a partner
to keep your hands clean?
Not interested.
Look,
you give us your connect,
we handle everything,
take the risk.
You get
half the profit.
Makes you invisible.
You interested now?
Tell your boss
to come see me
now that his legal issue
has been resolved.
Suger ain't
my boss no more.
Did you kill him?
All you need to know
is he ain't coming back...
and Potrero's mine.
♪ ♪
Okay, yes, in retrospect, I made
a mistake leaving her alone,
but that has nothing to do
with our relationship.
- Molky...
- I mean, in point of fact,
the real mistake
that I made
was... was not realizing
how close the threat was.
What if there is no threat,
Molky?
What if Alyssa's the one
pulling the strings?
Oh, come on. I mean, isn't that what your
brother thought about Torres? Come on!
- Really? You're gonna go there?
- [indistinct shouting]
Look, I know what
you people think about me.
All right, enough, okay?
It doesn't matter.
We just
need to find her.
Navarro,
go to the strip club.
See if you can identify
any of the girls
Junior
was turning out.
Alyssa knew about them,
maybe they know about her.
You... I need you at your desk.
You are way too close to this.
- Lieutenant, I...
- That's... that's it.
[telephone ringing]
Koto.
Okay,
yeah, thanks.
Hey,
fresh body in Bayview.
You two are up.
- Seriously?
- Bayview?
Can you not put someone else
on this, please?
I want to follow this thing
to the end.
I know you got a stake in this,
all right? We all do.
But we're Homicide,
remember?
We've still
got to do our jobs.
[sighs]
♪ ♪
Hey, B.,
what have we got?
Black male in his 20s,
gunshot wound to the head.
Anybody
see anything?
No, not really.
Uh, a couple witnesses
saw a black escalade
leaving the scene.
Black escalade.
All right, what about plates?
Anybody
I.D. the driver?
No.
Oh, boy.
Who are you,
buddy?
Here's his wallet.
Thanks.
Winston Farmer,
22 years old.
Lives on Kirkwood,
right around the corner.
See if you can find any video.
The gas station might have something.
Yeah.
[police radio chatter]
Looks like he went
for a walk to get snacks
and got shot instead.
[police radio chatter]
We're sorry
for your loss.
- Winston was your...
- SHERRI: Nephew.
- nephew.
- My sister's son.
I raised him
since he was 2.
Do you remember
what happened,
if he had
any beef with anyone?
I don't exactly know.
But there was some
kind of argument at the party,
but I didn't see it.
Do you remember what time
that was, approximately?
Around 10:00.
I was putting the candles
in the cake,
and I could hear
some yelling.
No idea
what it was about.
But by the time
I got into the living room,
everything was fine.
Then I realized
we didn't have no iced tea.
I forgot it.
So Winston jumps up,
says he'll get some.
I told him no,
but he wanted to.
That is...
that's just like him.
It's his birthday,
but he's getting the tea.
So I gave him $10.
That was the last time
I saw him alive.
♪ ♪
Who else
was at the party?
The whole neighborhood.
Everybody loved Winston.
♪ I'm a beast in the night ♪
♪ Creepin' up on ya
to feast on your life ♪
♪ The demons inside are tellin'
me to give you a reason to cry ♪
♪ And leave you
to lie in blood ♪
- Hell, no.
- What about them?
Huh?
It's worth a shot.
Come on.
Hey, did you guys
know Winston?
Yeah.
You at the party
last night?
I remember you.
- Do you?
- Mm-hmm. Pancake breakfast.
- Mm-hmm.
- You remember me, too, right?
- [laughs]
- I do.
Uh, we heard there was a fight
at Winston's party.
Anybody see anything?
No.
I don't know anything
about a fight.
HILDY:
What about you?
I didn't see nothing.
We were
just dancing.
Of course you were just dancing.
Here, why don't you take this?
Oh, so what, you're giving me
your number now?
- Yeah, yeah.
- [laughs]
If you remember anything,
use it,
or if you decide to, uh,
help for once.
You stay out
of trouble.
He's still fine,
though.
Oh.
[engine turns over]
No, Mr. Garrett,
I'm... I'm not asking
for your daughter's
personal information.
I-I... just as...
as class secretary,
I just
want to make sure
she has information
for the class reunion.
Right, right.
So... so you haven't heard
from her at all recently?
Okay, well, um...
if she does call, maybe you can
just pass along the message.
Thanks.
[cellphone buzzes]
_
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
[birds chirping]
ALYSSA: David?
It's me!
Promise me
you're alone.
I'm alone.
Are you alone?
No,
I'm having a party.
♪ ♪
Stand over there,
please.
ALYSSA:
There's nobody here, David.
Why did you disappear?
I got scared.
- Okay. Why didn't you call me?
- I just texted you.
Three hours later... three hours
later on a burner phone!
And the safe
is empty!
Alyssa, the entire police force
thinks that you played me.
I am trying to stay alive,
okay?!
Never mind.
Something happened, okay?
Some...
something happened.
Tell me...
tell me what happened, please?
Did you
make a deal for me?
What?
You said that you were
going to make a deal for me.
Yeah. Y-Yes!
- Yes, I made the deal, yes.
- Okay, okay. [sighs]
Okay, good.
[sighs]
Okay, you want to know
what happened?
He came
to my apartment.
Who?
Is he
in the building?
Yeah.
He's, uh, at his desk.
Uh, we're gonna need warrants
across the board... house, car.
Already underway.
Okay.
But, everybody,
keep your cool, all right?
We may be looking
at a murderer here,
but all we have right now
is the money trail.
Let's go get him.
Yeah, the...
the addresses don't match up,
and the dates
aren't the same.
- KNUBBINS: Just do the best you can.
- [knock at door]
Oh. Hey, Terry.
Hey, Theo.
Can we have a minute?
- Yeah, sure.
- Thanks.
Hey, guys.
Looks like y'all want more
than just a minute.
♪ ♪
TARIK: Inspectors...
Winston was my boy.
I want to help.
It's the, uh,
Bayview murder.
Go ahead.
Don't worry.
I got this covered.
He's not
going anywhere.
♪ ♪
[clears throat]
[sighs]
Glad you could make it.
Oh, boy.
[door closes]
[sighs]
I saw the fight
at Winston's party.
Okay.
Who was involved?
A bunch of people.
But I know
who started it.
The name
is Rashad Carroll.
People call him R.C.
He's from
the neighborhood?
Yeah. He's had a beef
with Winston since ninth grade.
All right. I'm gonna see
if I can round him up.
Okay, cool.
Uh, Rashad, R.C...
he's, uh...
does he run with Potrero?
Yeah.
[sighs]
You're a good kid.
You know you're gonna have to
lay low, right?
You got a place
you can go?
I got a cousin
in Oakland.
Least it ain't Bayview.
♪ ♪
We believe you're
the head man of The Union.
You've been running
a criminal enterprise
using cops
as your soldiers.
[sighs]
I need to know
everything you know, Knubbins.
You can start
with the cash
you kept in the floor
of that apartment on Page.
♪ ♪
[scoffs]
[police radio chatter]
Inspectors. Lieutenant.
Thanks for
the warm welcome.
♪ ♪
I guess
I'll let myself in.
Mm-hmm.
♪ ♪
- [door slams]
- [sighs]
How do you afford Warren Daniels
on a cop's salary?
Run a corruption ring.
[hip-hop music plays]
[police radio chatter]
- [groans]
- MAN: Hey.
- Hey.
- Hey.
We I.D.'d him coming out
of the Richmond apartments,
followed him
in here.
He put up
much of a fight?
No, not really.
- Get him up.
- All right, stand up.
What are you doing,
R.C.?
- Ooh!
- [Hildy groans, chuckles]
- [chuckles]
- Get him out of here.
That's right. Let the white cops
fight for you. Punk ass!
- Take it easy, buddy.
- Piece of shit.
- [groans]
- You all right?
Oh, boy. Yes.
Hell of a day.
[both chuckle]
MAN:
Hey, hey, what happened, man?
WOMAN:
Kid in there?
Hey.
You remember
where you were
when the Dustin Maker verdict
came in?
[indistinct conversations]
Wait, hold on.
[camera shutters clicking]
Excuse me.
Excuse me.
[door closes]
Be seated.
This is
criminal case 0329215,
the state of California
vs. Dustin Maker.
The matter at hand
is the imposition of sentencing
pursuant
to the defendant's decision
to plead guilty
to all counts of the indictment,
the government's finding
of special circumstances,
and a recommendation
of the death penalty.
Appearing
for the government.
- [clears throat]
- Mario Siletti, Your Honor.
With me,
Ryan Bolton and Megan Trevall.
For the defense?
Jamie Nelson, Your Honor.
To my left is Aaron Mazur.
And Dustin Maker is present,
as well.
Mr. Maker,
California law provides you
the right of elocution.
Under oath and subject
to cross-examination,
do you wish to make a statement
before I render my judgment?
No,
Your Honor.
Then I am prepared to impose
sentencing of the defendant.
Please rise.
Dustin Maker, you chose to waive
your rights to a jury trial.
Therefore,
I have heard the arguments
and reviewed the facts
of this case,
and the responsibility for
weighing the aggravating factors
against the mitigating factors
rests solely with me.
As aggravation, I find
that the manner in which
you committed these crimes
was particularly cruel
and heinous.
These crimes were committed
with multiple deadly weapons
and were the result
of extensive planning.
I also consider
as an aggravating factor
the emotional damages inflicted
on the families of the victims
and the community at large
as a result of your actions.
As mitigation,
I have taken into account
the fact that you have
no prior criminal record,
evidence
of some mental-health issues,
as well
as your childhood history,
family background,
and your age.
I have considered the influence
Mr. Rentman had
in planning these crimes,
as well as your expression
of remorse for what you did.
According to
the state penal code,
the aggravating factors
in this case
meet the guidelines
for the imposition
of a sentence of death.
After careful examination,
it seems clear
that the mitigating factors,
while not insignificant,
are far outweighed
by the aggravating factors
in this case.
Therefore...
it is my judgment
that the defendant,
Dustin Maker,
is sentenced to death.
Mr. Maker, you are ordered
committed to the custody
of the government
until exhaustion
of the procedures for appeal.
Dustin...
Dustin,
look at me.
This isn't over.
There's gonna be years
of appeals,
and I'm not going to leave you,
I promise you.
I'm going to be by your side
the whole way.
[sobs]
♪ ♪
[telephone rings in distance]
[computer beeps]
Holy shit.
♪ ♪
What?
I got something,
sir.
Thank you
for your support.
- Gentlemen, please.
- Appreciate it.
[chuckles]
Big day, Mario.
Thank you.
Yes.
It's a good day.
Listen, we know you got to
meet with the media
to have your moment in the sun,
so we'll make this quick.
Congratulations.
You just
blew any chance you had
of being elected D.A.
of San Francisco.
The good news is
you have become a hero
to the Conservative Party.
To get the death penalty in a
liberal stronghold like this...
stunning.
So our suggestion to you...
and just planting a seed here...
is for you to start thinking
beyond San Francisco.
Think Sacramento instead.
Attorney General
Mario Siletti.
[chuckles]
The Party's prepared
to back you,
uh, assuming
you're interested.
Uh... wow.
I-I'm interested,
yeah.
[knock on door]
Lieutenant Koto's
on the line.
I'll call him back,
Barbara.
- There's a situation.
- [sighs]
- Uh, we'll leave you to it.
- Thanks.
But we will most definitely
be in touch.
[sighs]
This better be good.
Let me see if I can find a room
to put him in.
Just make room on your face,
baby doll.
- I'll be happy to sit there.
- I'm sorry. What was that?
Ow!
What did you say?
I'm about to file charges
on Knubbins.
- You two gonna watch?
- For what?
Murder one.
Hell, yeah.
All right.
[chuckles]
See you
in a minute.
All right, sexy,
let's put you on ice.
We're formally
charging you
with the murder
of Michael Criolla.
DANIELS:
On what evidence?
We have
more than enough.
Care to be specific?
Not at this time.
[chuckles]
I'd hate to think
your recent victory
has gone to your head, Mario.
Save your breath.
We're executing warrants
on every inch
of your client's life.
What do we have,
exactly?
Keefer found encrypted E-mails
on one of his hard drives.
A few days
before Criolla's murder,
Knubbins reached out
to a lawyer
with ties
to the Menendez Cartel,
asked for a professional
who can make somebody go away.
TERRY:
Bruja Blanca.
Is that a real thing?
What do you think?
Siletti likes it.
Michael Criolla was a bad man,
a dirty cop.
He was involved in loan-sharking
and racketeering.
He was also violent.
I'm not gonna justify
his murder,
but the world is a better place
without him in it.
Okay.
You've teed me up.
My client
admits to nothing.
However, if he were to confess
to the killing of Criolla,
it would be
with the understanding
that he did so because he felt
he had no other choice,
that he feared his own life
was in danger from this man.
Are you actually trying
to sell me on self-defense?
The victim
was inside a jail cell.
Don't be naive.
There are
entire criminal enterprises
being run
out of the prison system.
Criolla was far
from powerless.
Voluntary manslaughter,
7 to 10 years, parole after 4.
Lompoc would be nice.
Four years?!
God,
the balls on that guy.
Well, much
as I'm sure your client
would enjoy
playing volleyball
with a gaggle
of white-collar criminals,
we're talking
about murder here,
and we have reason
to believe
that it was more
than just Criolla.
By "reason to believe,"
you mean
"no evidence whatsoever."
It's early.
Hmm.
And yet
the clock is still ticking.
Our offer
is on the table for...
30 minutes.
So you are making an offer
to me?
You seem to think that
my client is somehow involved
in a widespread
police-corruption ring.
So what do you think
we're talking about here?
20 dirty cops,
30?
Just speaking hypothetically,
but it seems to me
that someone with his eye
on a job in Sacramento
would prefer
to be known
as the guy who rooted out
all those bad apples,
not the buffoon
who left them
to poison the department
from the inside.
I don't give a shit
about Sacramento.
My concern
is for the people
inside and outside
of this building.
Of course it is.
[chuckles]
Take the deal, Mario.
Everybody wins.
♪ ♪
[indistinct conversations]
You just put Dustin Maker
to death,
and this guy
gets a slap on the wrist?
Apples and oranges, Hildy.
You know that.
We got 24 corrupt cops
going down because of him.
- [sighs]
- Is it true what they're saying...
you're running
for election somewhere?
Come on.
That's not what this is about.
- It's not?
- No.
This is good
for all of us.
[scoffs]
Walt Martin,
Kaleb Peat, Sarah Tran...
is it good for them?
Incontrovertible evidence,
which you don't have a shred of.
Okay. I'm gonna go speak
to Knubbins.
Be my guest.
[clears throat]
What is it,
Inspectors?
You already got
a confession.
Just give us
a couple of minutes.
We're, uh,
waiting on the paperwork.
I, uh,
get your frustration.
Been there myself.
I spent way too many years
being powerless in this job.
HILDY: Is that
what The Union was for you...
power, chance to be
the head man?
Uh,
we don't know anything
about this "head man"
you keep referencing.
Right.
All right, well,
uh, hypothetically, Captain,
let's say
this head man did exist.
You'd know how he operates,
right, uh...
with everything you've seen,
been through?
Well, if y'all want
to talk hypotheticals,
I can have that conversation
all day.
To what end?
Well, let's say hypothetically
that the head man
is working in a system
where cops take care of cops.
Why, then,
would this head man kill cops?
Understand
that your hypothetical question
is getting
a strictly hypothetical answer.
I understand,
thanks.
As I imagine
the head man,
I don't think he would make it
his business to kill cops.
But when mistakes
are made
and those mistakes
can undo the system,
theoretically,
somebody needs to do something.
So, then, theoretically,
this head man could have, uh,
ordered Kaleb Peat
to kill Walt?
Theoretically.
Why?
I mean, was Walt having
second thoughts about The Union?
Was he threatening
to expose them? Or...
Or in
this hypothetical scenario,
maybe Walt and Kaleb,
uh,
had something to do
with that Sarah Tran murder.
Say you got
this stripper,
and she figures out
what The Union is doing
down at
the strip club.
She starts feeling, uh, entitled
to a piece of the action.
Maybe the head man told these
two cops to get rid of her.
Huh.
This head man
is smart.
So he orders
one of his captains, Criolla...
Mm.
...to leave a voice message
for Sarah Tran's husband,
telling him that
she, uh... she ran off.
Did they know that Sarah Tran
was an undercover cop?
DANIELS: Inspector,
we've been over...
Hypothetically...
did Walt and Kaleb know
that Sarah Tran was undercover?
Be more interesting if they
found out after they killed her.
Okay, so then...
so then Walt's, uh, conscience
gets the best
of him.
He wants to, uh...
he wants to come forward.
The head man orders Kaleb
to kill Walt.
But then Kaleb messes up,
uses his own gun.
Now the head man's scared
that Kaleb's gonna get caught
and start talking.
- So...
- So he kills him
and makes it
look like a suicide.
Again,
I want to remind...
Hypothetically!
♪ ♪
Now, the M.E. figures out
that Kaleb's suicide is staged.
At the same time,
Sarah Tran's body washes up.
But the head man figures out
a way to make it all go away.
He knows the cops are eventually
gonna trace the voicemail,
so he plants Sarah Tran's murder
weapon at Criolla's house...
enough to frame him
for the murder, right?
Knowing that
if Criolla got killed
without defending himself,
he would go down
as Sarah Tran's killer.
That case goes away.
Kaleb and Walt...
they're not connected,
and this head man
gets off scot-free.
And that brings us
to the end of story time.
Thank you both.
♪ ♪
TERRY: God damn you.
I looked up to you.
I told everybody you were
a good cop and a good man.
I don't understand
where it all went wrong.
How did it get
so bad?
Well, hypothetically,
if the thing got too big...
Ernie...
...if there were too many mouths
to be fed,
too many things
that could go wrong,
the head man
couldn't just walk away.
He wouldn't be able to.
He'd know
that the thing would crumble
and that
there would be blowback.
Then he'd have to
find new ways
to keep
the thing operational.
He might have to start
making compromises.
Instead of taking money
from the criminals,
he can start doing business
with them...
Andy Chan,
Suger Cascade.
Hitting grow houses, Union cops
looking the other way,
taking a piece
of the profit.
But still, he's got
all those mouths to feed.
It'd be a lot better
if he got half the pie
instead of splitting it
three ways.
[sighs]
So then he creates a war
between them...
and he kills
Suger's sister
and makes it look
like Chan.
How are those theories
working out for you now?
What are all those years
on the force telling you now?
That it's possible...
hypothetically.
And now
we really are done.
Your client just confessed
to killing five people.
Do you really think
this third-person,
hypothetical bullshit
means anything?
It does
in the eyes of the law.
Tenea Cascade
was dismembered
and shipped in a goddamn box
to her brother.
Did he
tell you that?
Did he tell you
how he killed Sarah Tran...
with a garrote
around her neck?
Did he
tell you that?
For every corrupt cop
you give up,
there are twice as many people
who lost someone they love,
people who will now
be having nightmares
for the rest of their lives
because of you.
I swear to God,
it makes my skin crawl
to be near either one of you
right now.
DANIELS: Regardless of
your remarkably thin skin...
Easy.
...i have an obligation
to do my job
to the best of my ability,
and not just
for my client.
Without people like me,
people like you go unchecked
and run rampant.
And unlike you, I have the proof
to back up my claim.
Just take a look at the
sorry state of your department.
Take a look
at your own family.
You better watch your mouth,
old man.
Truth's a bitch,
huh?
But, hey [chuckles]
I'm not the enemy.
You are.
[Borns' "10,000 Emerald Pools"
plays]
♪ Down to the bottom,
10,000 emerald pools ♪
There you are.
- Thanks.
- Thank you.
♪ Down to the bottom,
10,000 emerald pools ♪
♪ Under water ♪
♪ Time is standing still ♪
♪ You're the treasure ♪
- MAN: Beer?
- ♪ Dive down deeper still ♪
♪ All I need is you ♪
I like
what I like.
I still can't believe
that you came.
♪ All I need is you ♪
Who doesn't want to go to
Tahiti?
♪ Hey ♪
♪ Dive down deeper still ♪
♪ All I need is you ♪
♪ You're all I need to breathe ♪
♪ All I need is you ♪
Ooh.
I got
to get out of here.
You gonna be here
much longer?
Yeah. I've still
got stuff to do.
15 more minutes.
You go ahead.
Okay.
This kid that R.C. shot,
Winston... totally innocent,
just like the kids
on that school bus.
But his story will end up
buried in the paper somewhere,
and no one
will ever know.
Well, you solved the case,
so... does it really matter?
I wish it didn't.
[sighs]
I don't know.
I just feel like
we're surrounded by corruption
and political bullshit,
and I just need something
to believe in.
Well, everybody seems
to let you down eventually...
so I don't know.
[sighs]
Not you.
[chuckles]
[sighs]
[sighs]
Okay. Uh...
you're a good cop.
[chuckles]
Believe in that.
[inhales deeply]
♪ ♪
Hi, sweetie. It's mommy.
Yeah. I'm coming home.
[Alyssa laughs]
So, um...
uh, so, when the twins take off
to Tahoe or whatever for a show,
part of my job
was feeding the snake.
And, of course,
one day, I get distracted,
and the snake
bites me.
My hand swells up
to like twice its size,
and I'm
[laughing] freaking out.
And I call them,
and I'm like, "Help.
Your snake
just bit me.
I think
I need to go to the hospital.
I don't have insurance
or money to pay for it."
So the regular twin...
she says, "Hold on."
The psychic twin
gets on the phone,
and she goes silent
for a couple seconds,
'cause she was getting psychic
on me on the phone.
[laughs]
And, then, suddenly,
she says, "Oh, you don't need
to go to the hospital.
You're gonna be fine."
Then she fired me.
[laughing]
[laughing] I was like...
Oh.
What is it?
You're quiet.
If I could promise you
that you would be safe,
with a clean slate
and no fear of your past...
[indistinct conversations]
Nobody can really
promise that.
I would do
everything I can.
And so would
the department.
The department?
You need
to tell me
everything you're not
telling me, Alyssa.
W-What exactly
is your relationship
with Junior McCormack?
You said you didn't care
about my past.
I'm not talking about the past!
I'm talking about last night.
You were supposed to pick up
a package at Marina Green,
and Junior called you
and told you not to.
- WAITER: For you, ma'am.
- I need to know...
♪ ♪
I need to know who you were
gonna deliver that package to.
♪ ♪
I saw the safe
at your apartment.
You got to tell me
what the hell is going on.
So you want information,
so you show up at my place,
all fake romantic.
You take me out to dinner.
You liquor me up.
I can't lie to you.
I care about you.
But you have to know...
you have to know...
that you
are part of something
that's so much bigger
than you think.
People are dead
because of it.
I don't want
to help you?
God,
I want to help you.
But you
have to help me, too.
♪ ♪
[indistinct conversations]
Hey.
Hey.
So, I hear you're, uh,
taking a leave.
You really don't want
to work Ingleside, huh?
I can't do the job
second-guessing myself,
and I'm having
a hard time
knowing what's right
and what's wrong.
I got
to figure it out.
Well, I, uh,
hope you do.
'Cause we
need you here.
♪ ♪
HILDY: So, what, she just
wouldn't give you the name?
MOLK: No, I had to convince her
to trust me.
But, I mean,
she's ready to talk,
and... and I just want
to put some protections in place
before she does.
Jesus Christ.
Molk, we don't know what
this girl is into, all right?
She could have been involved
in Kaleb's murder,
Tran, Criolla.
O-Okay, okay,
fine.
O-Once we clear her of that,
then what?
[elevator bell dings]
Look, I get
that you like this girl.
That's cool.
But I-I cannot give you
any guarantees. She's...
Okay, you know what?
Then I-I can't help you.
Molk, are you kidding
right now?
D-Do I look like
I'm kidding, Hildy?
Really, seriously?
Molk, Molk, Molk,
what did you have in mind?
- I want immunity.
- Okay.
And... and relocation
if necessary.
[Hildy scoffs]
All right.
I'll take it to Koto.
Okay,
thank you.
She better produce.
[siren wails in distance]
[telephone rings]
You okay?
Yeah. Molk's just got
his head up his ass.
You think
she's playing him, huh?
She's been playing him
up until now.
- Why would she change?
- Yeah.
Oh.
[sighs]
[indistinct conversations]
What are
you doing here?
I, uh, was getting
the last of my stuff.
You know, um, I'm gonna
get my shit together...
clean myself up,
rehab.
I owe it
to the girls.
Yeah, you do.
I'm gonna get back
to work.
Yeah, yeah.
Go, go.
♪ ♪
[police radio chatter]
Hey.
[cellphone buzzes]
Inspector English.
Yeah.
[sighs]
♪ ♪
Okay.
Thank you.
Koto went
full Dragnet.
Uh, APB.
Units at
all the transportation hubs.
We're gonna find her.
Okay, she wouldn't have
just left, Terry,
not on her own,
okay?
Someone got to her,
I promise.
Okay, okay.
Anything?
Uh, bunch of books
on meditation,
yoga DVDs,
prescription for Ativan.
- [device beeps]
- Inspector.
Yeah?
I believe we're in.
We're all gonna share
the wealth here, right?
Just, uh, open the safe,
Jimmy.
[keypad beeping]
♪ ♪
Go ahead, Jimmy.
Take as much as you want.
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
You know, in a year or two,
weed's gonna be just like gum,
sitting right there
at the grocery store
at the checkout line.
Transport, distro...
it's all gonna be legal.
Business comes
and goes.
Why diversification
is important.
That's why
we need to talk about
that China white
you bringing in.
Well, I'm getting out
of that business.
It's dirty.
- [engine turns over]
- I hear you.
What if you had a partner
to keep your hands clean?
Not interested.
Look,
you give us your connect,
we handle everything,
take the risk.
You get
half the profit.
Makes you invisible.
You interested now?
Tell your boss
to come see me
now that his legal issue
has been resolved.
Suger ain't
my boss no more.
Did you kill him?
All you need to know
is he ain't coming back...
and Potrero's mine.
♪ ♪
Okay, yes, in retrospect, I made
a mistake leaving her alone,
but that has nothing to do
with our relationship.
- Molky...
- I mean, in point of fact,
the real mistake
that I made
was... was not realizing
how close the threat was.
What if there is no threat,
Molky?
What if Alyssa's the one
pulling the strings?
Oh, come on. I mean, isn't that what your
brother thought about Torres? Come on!
- Really? You're gonna go there?
- [indistinct shouting]
Look, I know what
you people think about me.
All right, enough, okay?
It doesn't matter.
We just
need to find her.
Navarro,
go to the strip club.
See if you can identify
any of the girls
Junior
was turning out.
Alyssa knew about them,
maybe they know about her.
You... I need you at your desk.
You are way too close to this.
- Lieutenant, I...
- That's... that's it.
[telephone ringing]
Koto.
Okay,
yeah, thanks.
Hey,
fresh body in Bayview.
You two are up.
- Seriously?
- Bayview?
Can you not put someone else
on this, please?
I want to follow this thing
to the end.
I know you got a stake in this,
all right? We all do.
But we're Homicide,
remember?
We've still
got to do our jobs.
[sighs]
♪ ♪
Hey, B.,
what have we got?
Black male in his 20s,
gunshot wound to the head.
Anybody
see anything?
No, not really.
Uh, a couple witnesses
saw a black escalade
leaving the scene.
Black escalade.
All right, what about plates?
Anybody
I.D. the driver?
No.
Oh, boy.
Who are you,
buddy?
Here's his wallet.
Thanks.
Winston Farmer,
22 years old.
Lives on Kirkwood,
right around the corner.
See if you can find any video.
The gas station might have something.
Yeah.
[police radio chatter]
Looks like he went
for a walk to get snacks
and got shot instead.
[police radio chatter]
We're sorry
for your loss.
- Winston was your...
- SHERRI: Nephew.
- nephew.
- My sister's son.
I raised him
since he was 2.
Do you remember
what happened,
if he had
any beef with anyone?
I don't exactly know.
But there was some
kind of argument at the party,
but I didn't see it.
Do you remember what time
that was, approximately?
Around 10:00.
I was putting the candles
in the cake,
and I could hear
some yelling.
No idea
what it was about.
But by the time
I got into the living room,
everything was fine.
Then I realized
we didn't have no iced tea.
I forgot it.
So Winston jumps up,
says he'll get some.
I told him no,
but he wanted to.
That is...
that's just like him.
It's his birthday,
but he's getting the tea.
So I gave him $10.
That was the last time
I saw him alive.
♪ ♪
Who else
was at the party?
The whole neighborhood.
Everybody loved Winston.
♪ I'm a beast in the night ♪
♪ Creepin' up on ya
to feast on your life ♪
♪ The demons inside are tellin'
me to give you a reason to cry ♪
♪ And leave you
to lie in blood ♪
- Hell, no.
- What about them?
Huh?
It's worth a shot.
Come on.
Hey, did you guys
know Winston?
Yeah.
You at the party
last night?
I remember you.
- Do you?
- Mm-hmm. Pancake breakfast.
- Mm-hmm.
- You remember me, too, right?
- [laughs]
- I do.
Uh, we heard there was a fight
at Winston's party.
Anybody see anything?
No.
I don't know anything
about a fight.
HILDY:
What about you?
I didn't see nothing.
We were
just dancing.
Of course you were just dancing.
Here, why don't you take this?
Oh, so what, you're giving me
your number now?
- Yeah, yeah.
- [laughs]
If you remember anything,
use it,
or if you decide to, uh,
help for once.
You stay out
of trouble.
He's still fine,
though.
Oh.
[engine turns over]
No, Mr. Garrett,
I'm... I'm not asking
for your daughter's
personal information.
I-I... just as...
as class secretary,
I just
want to make sure
she has information
for the class reunion.
Right, right.
So... so you haven't heard
from her at all recently?
Okay, well, um...
if she does call, maybe you can
just pass along the message.
Thanks.
[cellphone buzzes]
_
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
[birds chirping]
ALYSSA: David?
It's me!
Promise me
you're alone.
I'm alone.
Are you alone?
No,
I'm having a party.
♪ ♪
Stand over there,
please.
ALYSSA:
There's nobody here, David.
Why did you disappear?
I got scared.
- Okay. Why didn't you call me?
- I just texted you.
Three hours later... three hours
later on a burner phone!
And the safe
is empty!
Alyssa, the entire police force
thinks that you played me.
I am trying to stay alive,
okay?!
Never mind.
Something happened, okay?
Some...
something happened.
Tell me...
tell me what happened, please?
Did you
make a deal for me?
What?
You said that you were
going to make a deal for me.
Yeah. Y-Yes!
- Yes, I made the deal, yes.
- Okay, okay. [sighs]
Okay, good.
[sighs]
Okay, you want to know
what happened?
He came
to my apartment.
Who?
Is he
in the building?
Yeah.
He's, uh, at his desk.
Uh, we're gonna need warrants
across the board... house, car.
Already underway.
Okay.
But, everybody,
keep your cool, all right?
We may be looking
at a murderer here,
but all we have right now
is the money trail.
Let's go get him.
Yeah, the...
the addresses don't match up,
and the dates
aren't the same.
- KNUBBINS: Just do the best you can.
- [knock at door]
Oh. Hey, Terry.
Hey, Theo.
Can we have a minute?
- Yeah, sure.
- Thanks.
Hey, guys.
Looks like y'all want more
than just a minute.
♪ ♪
TARIK: Inspectors...
Winston was my boy.
I want to help.
It's the, uh,
Bayview murder.
Go ahead.
Don't worry.
I got this covered.
He's not
going anywhere.
♪ ♪
[clears throat]
[sighs]
Glad you could make it.
Oh, boy.
[door closes]
[sighs]
I saw the fight
at Winston's party.
Okay.
Who was involved?
A bunch of people.
But I know
who started it.
The name
is Rashad Carroll.
People call him R.C.
He's from
the neighborhood?
Yeah. He's had a beef
with Winston since ninth grade.
All right. I'm gonna see
if I can round him up.
Okay, cool.
Uh, Rashad, R.C...
he's, uh...
does he run with Potrero?
Yeah.
[sighs]
You're a good kid.
You know you're gonna have to
lay low, right?
You got a place
you can go?
I got a cousin
in Oakland.
Least it ain't Bayview.
♪ ♪
We believe you're
the head man of The Union.
You've been running
a criminal enterprise
using cops
as your soldiers.
[sighs]
I need to know
everything you know, Knubbins.
You can start
with the cash
you kept in the floor
of that apartment on Page.
♪ ♪
[scoffs]
[police radio chatter]
Inspectors. Lieutenant.
Thanks for
the warm welcome.
♪ ♪
I guess
I'll let myself in.
Mm-hmm.
♪ ♪
- [door slams]
- [sighs]
How do you afford Warren Daniels
on a cop's salary?
Run a corruption ring.
[hip-hop music plays]
[police radio chatter]
- [groans]
- MAN: Hey.
- Hey.
- Hey.
We I.D.'d him coming out
of the Richmond apartments,
followed him
in here.
He put up
much of a fight?
No, not really.
- Get him up.
- All right, stand up.
What are you doing,
R.C.?
- Ooh!
- [Hildy groans, chuckles]
- [chuckles]
- Get him out of here.
That's right. Let the white cops
fight for you. Punk ass!
- Take it easy, buddy.
- Piece of shit.
- [groans]
- You all right?
Oh, boy. Yes.
Hell of a day.
[both chuckle]
MAN:
Hey, hey, what happened, man?
WOMAN:
Kid in there?
Hey.
You remember
where you were
when the Dustin Maker verdict
came in?
[indistinct conversations]
Wait, hold on.
[camera shutters clicking]
Excuse me.
Excuse me.
[door closes]
Be seated.
This is
criminal case 0329215,
the state of California
vs. Dustin Maker.
The matter at hand
is the imposition of sentencing
pursuant
to the defendant's decision
to plead guilty
to all counts of the indictment,
the government's finding
of special circumstances,
and a recommendation
of the death penalty.
Appearing
for the government.
- [clears throat]
- Mario Siletti, Your Honor.
With me,
Ryan Bolton and Megan Trevall.
For the defense?
Jamie Nelson, Your Honor.
To my left is Aaron Mazur.
And Dustin Maker is present,
as well.
Mr. Maker,
California law provides you
the right of elocution.
Under oath and subject
to cross-examination,
do you wish to make a statement
before I render my judgment?
No,
Your Honor.
Then I am prepared to impose
sentencing of the defendant.
Please rise.
Dustin Maker, you chose to waive
your rights to a jury trial.
Therefore,
I have heard the arguments
and reviewed the facts
of this case,
and the responsibility for
weighing the aggravating factors
against the mitigating factors
rests solely with me.
As aggravation, I find
that the manner in which
you committed these crimes
was particularly cruel
and heinous.
These crimes were committed
with multiple deadly weapons
and were the result
of extensive planning.
I also consider
as an aggravating factor
the emotional damages inflicted
on the families of the victims
and the community at large
as a result of your actions.
As mitigation,
I have taken into account
the fact that you have
no prior criminal record,
evidence
of some mental-health issues,
as well
as your childhood history,
family background,
and your age.
I have considered the influence
Mr. Rentman had
in planning these crimes,
as well as your expression
of remorse for what you did.
According to
the state penal code,
the aggravating factors
in this case
meet the guidelines
for the imposition
of a sentence of death.
After careful examination,
it seems clear
that the mitigating factors,
while not insignificant,
are far outweighed
by the aggravating factors
in this case.
Therefore...
it is my judgment
that the defendant,
Dustin Maker,
is sentenced to death.
Mr. Maker, you are ordered
committed to the custody
of the government
until exhaustion
of the procedures for appeal.
Dustin...
Dustin,
look at me.
This isn't over.
There's gonna be years
of appeals,
and I'm not going to leave you,
I promise you.
I'm going to be by your side
the whole way.
[sobs]
♪ ♪
[telephone rings in distance]
[computer beeps]
Holy shit.
♪ ♪
What?
I got something,
sir.
Thank you
for your support.
- Gentlemen, please.
- Appreciate it.
[chuckles]
Big day, Mario.
Thank you.
Yes.
It's a good day.
Listen, we know you got to
meet with the media
to have your moment in the sun,
so we'll make this quick.
Congratulations.
You just
blew any chance you had
of being elected D.A.
of San Francisco.
The good news is
you have become a hero
to the Conservative Party.
To get the death penalty in a
liberal stronghold like this...
stunning.
So our suggestion to you...
and just planting a seed here...
is for you to start thinking
beyond San Francisco.
Think Sacramento instead.
Attorney General
Mario Siletti.
[chuckles]
The Party's prepared
to back you,
uh, assuming
you're interested.
Uh... wow.
I-I'm interested,
yeah.
[knock on door]
Lieutenant Koto's
on the line.
I'll call him back,
Barbara.
- There's a situation.
- [sighs]
- Uh, we'll leave you to it.
- Thanks.
But we will most definitely
be in touch.
[sighs]
This better be good.
Let me see if I can find a room
to put him in.
Just make room on your face,
baby doll.
- I'll be happy to sit there.
- I'm sorry. What was that?
Ow!
What did you say?
I'm about to file charges
on Knubbins.
- You two gonna watch?
- For what?
Murder one.
Hell, yeah.
All right.
[chuckles]
See you
in a minute.
All right, sexy,
let's put you on ice.
We're formally
charging you
with the murder
of Michael Criolla.
DANIELS:
On what evidence?
We have
more than enough.
Care to be specific?
Not at this time.
[chuckles]
I'd hate to think
your recent victory
has gone to your head, Mario.
Save your breath.
We're executing warrants
on every inch
of your client's life.
What do we have,
exactly?
Keefer found encrypted E-mails
on one of his hard drives.
A few days
before Criolla's murder,
Knubbins reached out
to a lawyer
with ties
to the Menendez Cartel,
asked for a professional
who can make somebody go away.
TERRY:
Bruja Blanca.
Is that a real thing?
What do you think?
Siletti likes it.
Michael Criolla was a bad man,
a dirty cop.
He was involved in loan-sharking
and racketeering.
He was also violent.
I'm not gonna justify
his murder,
but the world is a better place
without him in it.
Okay.
You've teed me up.
My client
admits to nothing.
However, if he were to confess
to the killing of Criolla,
it would be
with the understanding
that he did so because he felt
he had no other choice,
that he feared his own life
was in danger from this man.
Are you actually trying
to sell me on self-defense?
The victim
was inside a jail cell.
Don't be naive.
There are
entire criminal enterprises
being run
out of the prison system.
Criolla was far
from powerless.
Voluntary manslaughter,
7 to 10 years, parole after 4.
Lompoc would be nice.
Four years?!
God,
the balls on that guy.
Well, much
as I'm sure your client
would enjoy
playing volleyball
with a gaggle
of white-collar criminals,
we're talking
about murder here,
and we have reason
to believe
that it was more
than just Criolla.
By "reason to believe,"
you mean
"no evidence whatsoever."
It's early.
Hmm.
And yet
the clock is still ticking.
Our offer
is on the table for...
30 minutes.
So you are making an offer
to me?
You seem to think that
my client is somehow involved
in a widespread
police-corruption ring.
So what do you think
we're talking about here?
20 dirty cops,
30?
Just speaking hypothetically,
but it seems to me
that someone with his eye
on a job in Sacramento
would prefer
to be known
as the guy who rooted out
all those bad apples,
not the buffoon
who left them
to poison the department
from the inside.
I don't give a shit
about Sacramento.
My concern
is for the people
inside and outside
of this building.
Of course it is.
[chuckles]
Take the deal, Mario.
Everybody wins.
♪ ♪
[indistinct conversations]
You just put Dustin Maker
to death,
and this guy
gets a slap on the wrist?
Apples and oranges, Hildy.
You know that.
We got 24 corrupt cops
going down because of him.
- [sighs]
- Is it true what they're saying...
you're running
for election somewhere?
Come on.
That's not what this is about.
- It's not?
- No.
This is good
for all of us.
[scoffs]
Walt Martin,
Kaleb Peat, Sarah Tran...
is it good for them?
Incontrovertible evidence,
which you don't have a shred of.
Okay. I'm gonna go speak
to Knubbins.
Be my guest.
[clears throat]
What is it,
Inspectors?
You already got
a confession.
Just give us
a couple of minutes.
We're, uh,
waiting on the paperwork.
I, uh,
get your frustration.
Been there myself.
I spent way too many years
being powerless in this job.
HILDY: Is that
what The Union was for you...
power, chance to be
the head man?
Uh,
we don't know anything
about this "head man"
you keep referencing.
Right.
All right, well,
uh, hypothetically, Captain,
let's say
this head man did exist.
You'd know how he operates,
right, uh...
with everything you've seen,
been through?
Well, if y'all want
to talk hypotheticals,
I can have that conversation
all day.
To what end?
Well, let's say hypothetically
that the head man
is working in a system
where cops take care of cops.
Why, then,
would this head man kill cops?
Understand
that your hypothetical question
is getting
a strictly hypothetical answer.
I understand,
thanks.
As I imagine
the head man,
I don't think he would make it
his business to kill cops.
But when mistakes
are made
and those mistakes
can undo the system,
theoretically,
somebody needs to do something.
So, then, theoretically,
this head man could have, uh,
ordered Kaleb Peat
to kill Walt?
Theoretically.
Why?
I mean, was Walt having
second thoughts about The Union?
Was he threatening
to expose them? Or...
Or in
this hypothetical scenario,
maybe Walt and Kaleb,
uh,
had something to do
with that Sarah Tran murder.
Say you got
this stripper,
and she figures out
what The Union is doing
down at
the strip club.
She starts feeling, uh, entitled
to a piece of the action.
Maybe the head man told these
two cops to get rid of her.
Huh.
This head man
is smart.
So he orders
one of his captains, Criolla...
Mm.
...to leave a voice message
for Sarah Tran's husband,
telling him that
she, uh... she ran off.
Did they know that Sarah Tran
was an undercover cop?
DANIELS: Inspector,
we've been over...
Hypothetically...
did Walt and Kaleb know
that Sarah Tran was undercover?
Be more interesting if they
found out after they killed her.
Okay, so then...
so then Walt's, uh, conscience
gets the best
of him.
He wants to, uh...
he wants to come forward.
The head man orders Kaleb
to kill Walt.
But then Kaleb messes up,
uses his own gun.
Now the head man's scared
that Kaleb's gonna get caught
and start talking.
- So...
- So he kills him
and makes it
look like a suicide.
Again,
I want to remind...
Hypothetically!
♪ ♪
Now, the M.E. figures out
that Kaleb's suicide is staged.
At the same time,
Sarah Tran's body washes up.
But the head man figures out
a way to make it all go away.
He knows the cops are eventually
gonna trace the voicemail,
so he plants Sarah Tran's murder
weapon at Criolla's house...
enough to frame him
for the murder, right?
Knowing that
if Criolla got killed
without defending himself,
he would go down
as Sarah Tran's killer.
That case goes away.
Kaleb and Walt...
they're not connected,
and this head man
gets off scot-free.
And that brings us
to the end of story time.
Thank you both.
♪ ♪
TERRY: God damn you.
I looked up to you.
I told everybody you were
a good cop and a good man.
I don't understand
where it all went wrong.
How did it get
so bad?
Well, hypothetically,
if the thing got too big...
Ernie...
...if there were too many mouths
to be fed,
too many things
that could go wrong,
the head man
couldn't just walk away.
He wouldn't be able to.
He'd know
that the thing would crumble
and that
there would be blowback.
Then he'd have to
find new ways
to keep
the thing operational.
He might have to start
making compromises.
Instead of taking money
from the criminals,
he can start doing business
with them...
Andy Chan,
Suger Cascade.
Hitting grow houses, Union cops
looking the other way,
taking a piece
of the profit.
But still, he's got
all those mouths to feed.
It'd be a lot better
if he got half the pie
instead of splitting it
three ways.
[sighs]
So then he creates a war
between them...
and he kills
Suger's sister
and makes it look
like Chan.
How are those theories
working out for you now?
What are all those years
on the force telling you now?
That it's possible...
hypothetically.
And now
we really are done.
Your client just confessed
to killing five people.
Do you really think
this third-person,
hypothetical bullshit
means anything?
It does
in the eyes of the law.
Tenea Cascade
was dismembered
and shipped in a goddamn box
to her brother.
Did he
tell you that?
Did he tell you
how he killed Sarah Tran...
with a garrote
around her neck?
Did he
tell you that?
For every corrupt cop
you give up,
there are twice as many people
who lost someone they love,
people who will now
be having nightmares
for the rest of their lives
because of you.
I swear to God,
it makes my skin crawl
to be near either one of you
right now.
DANIELS: Regardless of
your remarkably thin skin...
Easy.
...i have an obligation
to do my job
to the best of my ability,
and not just
for my client.
Without people like me,
people like you go unchecked
and run rampant.
And unlike you, I have the proof
to back up my claim.
Just take a look at the
sorry state of your department.
Take a look
at your own family.
You better watch your mouth,
old man.
Truth's a bitch,
huh?
But, hey [chuckles]
I'm not the enemy.
You are.
[Borns' "10,000 Emerald Pools"
plays]
♪ Down to the bottom,
10,000 emerald pools ♪
There you are.
- Thanks.
- Thank you.
♪ Down to the bottom,
10,000 emerald pools ♪
♪ Under water ♪
♪ Time is standing still ♪
♪ You're the treasure ♪
- MAN: Beer?
- ♪ Dive down deeper still ♪
♪ All I need is you ♪
I like
what I like.
I still can't believe
that you came.
♪ All I need is you ♪
Who doesn't want to go to
Tahiti?
♪ Hey ♪
♪ Dive down deeper still ♪
♪ All I need is you ♪
♪ You're all I need to breathe ♪
♪ All I need is you ♪
Ooh.
I got
to get out of here.
You gonna be here
much longer?
Yeah. I've still
got stuff to do.
15 more minutes.
You go ahead.
Okay.
This kid that R.C. shot,
Winston... totally innocent,
just like the kids
on that school bus.
But his story will end up
buried in the paper somewhere,
and no one
will ever know.
Well, you solved the case,
so... does it really matter?
I wish it didn't.
[sighs]
I don't know.
I just feel like
we're surrounded by corruption
and political bullshit,
and I just need something
to believe in.
Well, everybody seems
to let you down eventually...
so I don't know.
[sighs]
Not you.
[chuckles]
[sighs]
[sighs]
Okay. Uh...
you're a good cop.
[chuckles]
Believe in that.
[inhales deeply]
♪ ♪
Hi, sweetie. It's mommy.
Yeah. I'm coming home.