Murder in the First (2014–2016): Season 2, Episode 3 - Blue on Blue - full transcript

We're standing
here at Whitman High School...

According
to witness accounts...

...where you can see behind me

there are
dozens of students here.

We don't really know
what happened there at the bus.

They've got cards.
They've got pictures.

All of them
are grieving tonight

after that terrible tragedy.

It's something a lot of
the students say that they've...

...don't have a lot of
details at this time.

Obviously, a huge shock.



A lot of parents are here
tonight.

As you can see,
they've lit candles.

There's flowers they put up.

They've got candles and signs.

And some of them read
"hero," "brother."

Beautiful, handwritten notes

expressing
their emotion over this

and trying to make sense
of what happened.

We don't have a lot
of details at this time.

But we will be updating you
with details as they come in.

This is Cathy Stone
with KQWK3.

Hey, Cathy.
It's Siletti.

Mr. Siletti!
Cathy Stone, KQWK3.

Has there been a discussion



of federal involvement or
terrorism charges in this case?

I'm sorry. I'm... I'm just here
to pay my respects

as a private citizen.

You're the District Attorney
of San Francisco.

You've got nothing to say?

Mr. Siletti, what's your
position on the death penalty?

Do you consider
the bus massacre

to be a criminal act
worthy of capital punishment?

I consider what happened
over the last two days

to be this city's
most painful tragedy.

What I can do... What I must do
as your District Attorney

is seek justice
for the young people we lost.

They were
San Francisco's children.

And their families' pain...

is our pain.

District Attorney Siletti
here at Whitman High School.

We'll be updating you
with details as they come.

Homicide and Crime-Scene
unit are on the way.

In the meantime,
stay out of that grow house.

Yo, yo, truth?

My mom gonna kill me
if I'm late.

We'll call her.

She trippin' already.

Ever since those white fools
shot up that bus,

she want to know
where I'm at 24/7.

Ain't nobody
shooting up buses out here.

'Sides, what's a boo like you
doing in blue?

I work the Gang unit.

Jalil, where's the burner,
the strap? Come on.

I already told you.

I don't know nothing
about no gun, baby girl.

I was just slidin' through.

Who's that?

Homicide.

How much
did this house yield?

Seven figures a month.

Wow.

Yeah.
Every gang in the city

has got their hand
in the grow game.

They're shipping
as fast as they can

before the law catches up
to them,

but it's getting messy.

There have been seven grow-house
hits in this district alone

in the past month.

All well-executed,
professional.

Connected?

Not my first instinct.

Different styles,
different gangs.

This is a "bahala na" house...
Filipino.

The last one was Samoan,
down by the bakery.

Usually just
simple smash-and-grabs.

But this situation here?
This is new.

This kid work here?

No chance.

He's from China.
Victor Chan, 18 years old.

California I.D.
has him living in Stockton,

but address
doesn't check out.

Jalil shot this kid?

We found Jalil on the ground
with a twisted ankle.

No gun, no GSR on him,
just blood on his shoes.

Yeah,
along with some others.

Well, he came in with them...
his crew.

Or Victor Chan's crew.

This kid was
clearly connected.

Chan was flying solo.

Jalil rolled in here

with a bunch
of stick-up kids from Potrero.

- How do you know?
- He told me.

Then he realized he told me
and zipped lips.

Oh.

These are
goddamn kids.

So, no murder weapon,
no CCTV,

and no witnesses
other than Jalil?

No, not yet.
But Jalil was definitely there.

I told him
I was gonna arrest him,

but we should probably sweat him
out in the box for a bit

before we do
anything official.

We might as well hit the kid
for murder

if he's not talking,
right?

He's 13.

We charge him with murder
and his life's over,

so we better be right
about this.

No, this kid was running
with gangs, all right.

He's involved in a crime
that ended in murder.

Navarro's right.

He's a worthy suspect
in the eyes of the law.

Hey.
Did you see this?

I didn't make Siletti
to be a politician,

but this speech he gave
last night at Whitman...

...it's... it's gone...
it's gone viral.

I mean, there's,
like, 400,000 views.

Terry, I'm not trying
to bury Jalil, but...

Look at the board,
Hildy.

We got 50 open ca...
No, charge the kid.

We're gonna clear this up
and move on.

And while Koto is gone,
you two are riding together.

- Fine.
- Cool.

So, if I'm with her,
who's got, uh, Molky?

Junior McCormack.

- My brother?
- Uh-huh.

He's sitting at my desk.

Hil-billy.

Where's he gonna sit?

- My desk.
- I wasn't far off.

Come on.
You didn't think

I was gonna be stuck
in Vice forever, did you?

What are you gonna do without
all your hookers and your blow?

Celebrate.

This Sunday... me, Mary,
the girls, Mom and Dad.

You should come.

Mom's always crying
that she doesn't get to see you.

Says she's forgetting
what Louise looks like.

Uh, Terry, do you have

an assignment for him
or something, please?

Yeah. You and Molk are gonna be
on the Sarah Tran case.

I thought
this was Homicide.

You really gonna stick me
on a Missing-Persons case?

Hey!

It's a missing cop.

Get to work.

Made another fan.

We all prayed for those kids
on the school bus,

but what
we want to know is,

if y'all thinking
about the kids here in Potrero?

They're dying, too!

The SFPD is here for you
just as much as anyone else.

We want to talk
about solutions.

That's what
today is about.

Same line we always hear.

You know,
we grateful for your pancakes.

Yo, they all gone?

What we really prefer is
your protection.

Ain't that right?

Calm down!

Ladies and gentlemen,
please calm down.

- Please take your seats.
- Hey.

I can't hear you.

We want protection!

We want protection!

- I can't hear you.
- We want protection!

We want protection!

It's medical, man.

You good, you good.

Then why you smiling?

I like your style.

I like that you're
a banger with the balls

to light up in front
of a room full of cops,

but then courteous enough
to step outside to do it.

It's classy.

Respect.

Respect.
From a soldier?

Soldier?

Soldier's ain't there
for respect.

What, you a boss?

I didn't say that.

I'm just explaining
to you how this works.

Okay.

A soldier enforces,
you understand?

- Okay.
- And bosses respect.

Okay. So, then,
where's your shadow?

I know you can't be out here
talking to no cop

without a sha...
There he is.

What's your name?

- Who, me?
- Mm-hmm.

"Retired."

This cat
next in line?

Fatty B?

He ain't no boss.

Look at
this thin mint.

He's skinny
as one of them Chinese bitches

y'all pull out
of them shipping containers.

Why you got to embarrass me
in front of pork, man?

Oh,
settle down, now.

We're here
to reduce crime.

Why won't you tell me
your name?

'Cause you
already know it.

It's been a few years
since we crossed in the cuts,

but I ain't lost track of you,
English.

You know what?

I got
your whole résumé on file.

Sniper.
Desert Storm.

Then you bounce into the blue
at, what...

- it was 22, right?
- Mm-hmm.

You spent two years on the beat,
looking all clean.

Then you went
straight into Gangs.

Then you got promoted
after those Hill stabbings

into Homicide.

I don't lose track of nobody,
Inspector.

I keep my eyes wide.

Don't blink.

I don't.

I'm good.

All right, Inspector.

- Is that Suger Cascade?
- Mm-hmm.

I heard "officer down"
over the radio.

The next time I saw Walt...

...he was dead.

I can't believe
that kid killed my partner.

Thank you for your time,
Inspector Peat.

And we're sorry
for your loss.

Same story
as all the rest of them.

Why don't you
take some time?

No. I'm okay.

Kaleb...

you lost a partner.

I should
have been there.

Mnh.
Don't do that to yourself.

Alfie Rentman
did what he did.

He's gone.
It's justice.

Now we all got
to move on.

Get out of town.

Find a beach.

And, uh, come back
when you're ready.

- You sure?
- Yeah, man.

Okay.

♪ All they selling
is the same social disease ♪

♪ Just to different degrees ♪

♪ This city ain't got
no gentrified homicide ♪

♪ They trying to cage me ♪

♪ Act all casual,
think I don't know ♪

♪ They see me as an animal ♪

♪ But I just play along
like they're instrumental ♪

♪ Don't want to change them
into something sentimental ♪

He ready to talk?

No.
But his mama sure is.

♪ Yous don't even understand
the text when I send my mental ♪

Mrs. Thompson,
I understand that you're upset.

You don't know nothing.

If you think Jalil did something,
you don't know nothing.

I got three bad ones.
Jalil's the good one.

He's a good boy!

I understand, and I want
the same thing you want...

Jalil back home.

But he needs
to talk to me.

You want him
to snitch?!

First,
I don't think he knows shit.

He doesn't run
with that crew.

Second,
we from Potrero.

They kill where we from.

So if he even talks to you,
he's dead.

You want him dead?

No, and I promise you
that's not my intention.

Oh, so you're gonna
protect him?

Is that
what you're telling me?

You gonna be the white cop
that follows him around,

keeps him safe?

You gonna be there
when he walks to school?

You gonna be there
when he walks back?

You gonna watch him every
single minute of every day?

'Cause that's
what you're gonna have to do

if you think
you're gonna keep my boy safe

in Suger's Potrero.

He's got a thousand eyes,
and you've got two.

And you're telling me you're
gonna keep those two on him

every minute of every day,
around the clock?

Please.

You're gonna ruin
a boy's future,

kill his hopes and dreams
for what?

For a crime you and I both know
he didn't commit!

18 students
and five adults were killed

in what has been deemed
"the deadliest school shooting

in an urban setting."

Dustin Maker,
the only surviving shooter,

was taken
to St. Ignatius Hospital

in stable condition.

A bystander captured

- this cellphone video of the shooting.
- Lieutenant.

Daniel Murphy,
former marine field medic,

said nothing
he had seen in Afghanistan

prepared him
for the emotional impact

of a bus full of teens
dead and dying.

Lieutenant.

Looking good, sir.

I'm getting there.

Can I talk to him?

Sure.
He just woke up from a nap.

He's been mirandized.

Who the hell
gave you flowers?

The nurses.

They were delivered
for Mrs. Weaver down the hall.

What, Mrs. Weaver, she, uh...
she didn't like them?

No. Uh...
Mrs. Weaver's dead.

You don't get flowers.

You don't get TV.

Oh.

You're the cop
who shot me.

Lieutenant Koto.

I thought
I killed you.

I wish you had.

Then why
did you wear Kevlar?

A shot to the heart
would have been too messy.

That's not the way
I wanted to go out.

You wanted a head shot.

I still do.

You're talking
in another language.

Just say it in a way
that I can understand.

Then let me say it.

According to our guy at SFPD,
Dustin seems pretty lucid.

He's not gonna pass
the M'Naghten threshold.

Without a sanity option,

this case gets
a whole lot tougher.

Yes, and... if this is about
the death penalty for Siletti,

we're not gonna get
a chance to plead this out.

We're going to trial.

Only to face a D.A.

who's fueled by the outrage
of a devastated city.

And we...
we do not have the cash

to interview
a thousand friends,

his teachers,
and family members,

and expert witnesses.

We cannot compete
with Siletti's resources.

We will get embarrassed.

What about 987 funds?

They'll dry up
before our opening statements.

I don't know.

Maybe we should consider
bringing on outside counsel.

What about Jamie Nelson?

I thought she was dead.

She's teaching
at Stanford.

She put herself
out to pasture

after...
things went sideways

with the people vs. Dixon.

So that was the last time
she was in court?

Yeah,
it's been about five years.

Five years?!

So she hung up her cleats,
got in her Tesla,

and drove off
to that goddamn white tower?

We should want her life.
Why would she want ours?

Look, I know it's a long shot,
but I know her.

Look, bottom line,
Nelson is a gamer.

She lives for this.
It's in her blood.

Meanwhile,
five years teaching law

to a bunch of rich white kids
who... who... who are hoping

to be the next junior associate
at Gibson Dunn?

I'm telling you,
she's watching paint dry,

and then crack,
and then peel,

and then fall off
the goddamn wall down there.

I guarantee you
she is bored.

Is she still
on the board at the ACDU?

Yeah.

And she has the Innocence Fund's
checkbook in her purse.

- Really?
- Really.

Sweet.

45 years later,
the questions posed

by the so-called
"Stanford prison experiment"

still remain.

Can we, as a society, continue
to endorse a justice system

designed to label
individual bad actors as evil

despite the direct correlation...

...between mental illness
and criminal acts of violence?

As neuroscience
continues to unravel

our very concept of free will,
what is justice?

Can we continue to blame
the bad apple for its condition

without first acknowledging

that the tree itself
might be poisoned?

Okay. Uh, if anyone has
any additional questions,

I'll be here
for the next 10 minutes.

Aaron Mazur.

What a surprise.

We... we used to mob you
after class.

What happened
to these kids?

Cellphones.

Ah.

Your boss is right.
I put myself out to pasture.

Nothing's permanent,
right?

Look around.

Pretty nice pasture.

- Fine. You miss the action.
- Oh.

Defending
the indefensible?

In front
of the entire world.

Aaron, I'm sorry
you drove all this way,

but the fact remains
I'm not a trial lawyer anymore.

Okay.

All right, will you just look
at the file, then?

We're in
over our heads here, Jamie.

I would give anything
to pick your brain.

All right,
I'll look at it tonight,

but that is it,
Mr. Mazur.

Please E-mail me
the file.

Oh,
I work for the government.

We're still using
Netscape.

Ugh, Burn, do we really
have to do this here?

Dr. Roz,
could I have a minute, please?

I could use a break.

I need a coffee.

Thank you.

This is the bullet
I pulled out of Walt's head,

and it is a .40 caliber.

- Okay.
- Not okay.

I've been pulling Alfie's
bullets out of bodies all day,

and he used
two types of bullets.

He used 9mm, 124-grain FMJs
and .223/5.56 calibers.

But Walt was killed
with a .40 cal.

So the bullet
that killed Walt

didn't come
from either of Alfie's guns.

All the others
within close range

were police officers.

We're all issued .40s,

which is why
we're talking privately.

Oh,
if this is a policeman...

this building's gonna
be split at the seams.

Yeah, well, talking
out of my depth here, Terry.

Um... All right,
let's say

we're betting on, uh,
friendly fire, right?

You have a whole bunch
of angry, tired cops

who are running through
pitch-black tunnels, right?

There's the angle
of the entry wound.

He was shot from behind
at an angle.

Haphazard?

What's this,
gunshot residue?

Yeah.
It's a pretty wide pattern.

Couple inches at least.

Which means it was
at close range.

3 to 5 feet.

Which means
it wasn't friendly fire.

Yeah.

Everyone was running past me,

and I followed them.

And I saw Walt there
on the ground.

There was blood everywhere.

Someone tried to start CPR,
but it was too late.

I think that's
all that we have.

Thanks for your time.

Are you sure?
Because it's no bother.

We have 20 more
interviews like this

to complete
before 6:00 P.M.

Right.

Lieutenant, you coming?

Oh, I'll catch up.

Okay, thank you.

How many cops
have you interviewed so far?

About 50.

And how many of them
were in the north tunnel,

where Walt was shot?

I don't know.
About 20.

Could go
as high as 26 or 27

if you'd let us proceed
with our interviews.

I need a list of them.

Now.

Fine.

Come on, Junior.
Have another dance.

No, I'm good.

Get off me.

♪ Tough exterior
to see right through it ♪

♪ I go right through, then
"it's a pleasure to meet you" ♪

♪ You thinking what I got
'cause I gave you a preview ♪

♪ You're not on my level,
I could make you my equal ♪

♪ Say "I'm willing to learn,
will I make you a teacher ♪

♪ So, can I get the level
where I'm able to reach you?" ♪

♪ Miss Cindy,
she's a sexy, little thing ♪

♪ Miss Cindy,
she's a sexy, little thing ♪

♪ Miss Cindy,
she's a sexy, little thing ♪

Nothing?

Oh, yeah.
She worked the night shift.

But, you know, I switched
to days a couple weeks ago,

and I haven't seen her
since.

She quit?

Or... you just haven't worked
the same shifts?

I don't know, man.
I don't keep track.

Girls come and go
in this business.

Do you know her name?

Well, her stripper name...
"Whisper."

Hey, Bub.

Can I get a shot of water,
whiskey back?

Kentucky James.

It's my lunch break.

Can I ask you
a question?

In a room full
of professional naked women,

you were talking
to the dude behind the bar

with a "Village People"
goatee.

There something
you want to tell me?

Huh?

He's just
the first person I saw.

Buzz.
Try again.

Look, I... I am conflicted
about strippers.

Conflicted how?

I know a lot of them
feel empowered by what they do,

but...
a lot of them are victims

reliving their trauma
on the stage.

And I-I-I'm not sure how
I feel about paying for that.

You know
I'm on a time table, Fatty B.

What is this about?

Shit went sideways
the other night, man.

Your cousin
put a body down.

Kormega?

Yep.

Five-0 rolled up
right when that shit happened.

Snapped up Jalil.

You want me
to do something about it?

No.
Just keep an eye out.

Fo' sho.

Is that it?

The kid he put down
was named Victor Chan.

"Chan" Chan?

As in Andy Chan?

Yeah.

Second cousin
or something like that.

But it was blood.

What the hell is blood
of Andy Chan doing at our hit?

I don't know, man.

That's what I was trying
to figure out.

You don't know?

There's not much we can do now,
is it?

I mean,
the kid's dead.

Dead is dead.

"Dead is dead"?

We in business
with Andy Chan.

We gonna have
to holla at him

and make sure
that this is right.

Do you understand that?

You know
he's gonna want Kormega.

Blood for blood.

I can't believe you're
getting involved with this.

The kid just asked me
to look over the files.

I wouldn't really call that
getting involved, Hol.

Jamie, I've been sitting here
watching you for two hours.

You're involved.

Well,
it's a fascinating case.

Oh, so you're thinking
about taking it on.

No,
I'm looking over the files.

Please stop.

You're making this
into something it isn't.

Answer me honestly.

Are you happy
with the life we have?

What we've built here
together?

Of course, honey.
Of course I'm happy.

We don't have to worry
about feeding that other person?

What other person?

The person you become
when you're working on a case.

Hey.

There is nothing
to worry about.

I'm just giving one of
my former students some advice.

Okay.

Jamie, stop it.

- Yes.
- I know you.

- I know you.
- Do you?

- Yeah, I do.
- Yeah.

- Too well.
- Good. Good.

Mom, can I watch TV?

- Not tonight, babe.
- Mnh-mnh.

Last thing I need is
for her to see the news.

Thank God she likes to read,
though.

She reads
more books than I do.

Well, that's a good thing,
right?

Pbht!

Don't tell me
to turn my frown upside down.

Okay.
What's wrong, though?

I miss my dad.

Yeah, I get it.

Hey, honey, can you go
finish your homework, please?

You say that every time
you want me to leave the room.

Just so you know,
I always finish my homework

as soon
as I get home from school.

All righty, then.

I don't know
what the big deal is.

You guys drink.
Why can't Dad?

Because Daddy's
an alcoholic in recovery.

Or at least used to be.

He says
he's not an alcoholic.

Hypocrites.

Whoa.

Yeah.

You're a good mom.

I just need Mike
to get his shit together.

He's killing me.

All right.

So, are you gonna tell me
what it is

you came here
to tell me?

Walt got killed
by a cop.

Yeah.

The .40 cal that
they pulled out of his head

didn't match Dustin Maker's
or Alfie Rentman's guns.

The bullet that killed Walt
came from a SIG Sauer,

department issued.

Well, it must
have been friendly fire, right?

The GSR pattern confirmed

that it was close range,
3 or 4 feet.

Jesus.

There's no way.
Everybody loved Walt.

- Oh, this is big.
- Yeah.

How are you gonna
keep this quiet?

Well,
only you know right now.

So, yeah.

I got to keep this quiet until
I figure something else out,

'cause if it gets out
that...

we're investigating
our fellow policemen...

Well,
Navarro's gonna ask me about it.

Yeah, well,
he's your partner.

And he's our boy,
so if you want to tell him,

tell him,
but only him.

You have to make it clear
that it stops there.

He's gonna tell Molk.

Not Molk.
He cannot tell.

No, all I have is
a list of 30 cops

that were within range
of Walt getting killed.

Molk is on that list.

He was right there.

Carne asada...
God's perfect food.

I make it every Sunday.

Marinate it with some beer,
onions, garlic, a little limón,

a little bit of orange juice.

Salt and pepper it
on the grill... chow!

You can eat it with,
uh, eggs, arroz y frijoles.

Mmm!

Did you eat breakfast?

No, my stomach's
kind of off today.

It is?
That's not good.

All of my kids have
the stomach flu right now,

and it's like "The Exorcist"
24 hours a day.

Are you nauseous,
or is it more of,

you know, like
a crampy feeling?

You know what?

I'm not... I'm not gonna have
this conversation right now.

Okay.

What's up?

Hildy?

Walt was killed
by a cop.

What?

I thought
it was Alfie.

No, it wasn't.
Terry told me last night.

He doesn't know who,
though.

Dios mío.

I'm telling you because
you're my partner, all right?

But Terry needs
to keep this tight,

so you don't tell anyone,
you understand me?

Nobody...
even Molk.

What... what? Why can't I tell...

Jalil wants to talk.

My client has decided
to cooperate.

I killed him...

Victor Chan.

You know his name?

Were you two friends?

No.

Never met that guy before,
but he's the one I shot.

Then I tossed the gun
in the bay.

Usually cops
are more excited

when suspects agree
to cooperate,

let alone confess.

Why did you change
your story, Jalil?

My mama raised me
to tell the truth.

Excuse me.

Hey, Navarro.

Hey.

You okay?

Yeah. Just, uh, didn't get
much sleep last night.

I said "hi" to you in the hallway,
you didn't even respond.

- You must be pretty tired.
- Yeah.

Sorry, uh, what's up?

Uh...

Look, did, um...
did Ballistics contact you

about testing your gun?

No. Why?

They called me.

Is there something going on
that I need to know about?

I-I-I'm tired, Molky.

I mean,
I was up all night.

I mean, you know,
I got a lot stuff going on.

Hey, look, man.

I've been your partner
for eight years.

You know something,
and you're hiding.

What the hell's going on?

Forensics came back.

Walt was killed by a cop.

Happy?

- Hey.
- Hey.

So, what's up?

Well, um, I understand
the working theory

is that
a cop killed Walt.

Who told you that?

Doesn't matter.

But, uh,
Ballistics called me,

and I guess
I'm on some kind of list.

You were in the north tunnel,
so you're on the list.

Can I see it?

The list?

Kaleb was cleared?

He was
in the south tunnel.

No.
N-No, he wasn't.

No, he was in the north tunnel,
right by Walt.

I mean...
I was there.

Are...
are you sure?

Yeah. No, look, I was
looking in the other direction

when I heard the shot.

I turned around
to see Walt fall,

and Kaleb was right there
along with the rest of these guys.

I mean, i-i-if this is based
upon geography,

then Kaleb should be
on the list.

Hey, Wesley.

This is English,
from Homicide.

Uh, I have another star

for you to run
against that bullet.

Yeah, Kaleb Peat.

Yep.

All right, thanks, man.

Making the ultimate sacrifice,
we give thanks.

We honor his service.

And we say "God bless."

The loss of Walt

leaves a tear in the fabric
of our brotherhood,

which is now our job to heal.

_

I told him to get lost.

You need me
to call for a warrant?

No.
There's no time.

Clear.

Terry.

Where's
his suicide note?

Crazy shit.

Bad week.

Bag his gun.

I got it.