Murder in the First (2014–2016): Season 2, Episode 5 - The McCormack Mulligan - full transcript

Chow at 01800.

Make yourself
at home, son.

Voil?.

Not exactly
the breakfast of champions.

You used to
love those things.

When I was a kid.
I'm almost a teenager, Mom.

Um, you're 11.

I'm thinking
about going vegan.

Oh, yeah?
Well, we'll see.

Oh, my God.

Ew, you're right.
They are gross.



Can I sleep over at Maya's
later this week?

It's Mackenna's birthday, and
she's having a slumber party.

Is Maya the one
with the brothers?

No. You know
how I feel about her.

You don't even know her.

Don't do this to me.

Louise, what's going on
with you?

Nothing.

Goodbye.

Breaking news.

We go live now to our affiliate
in San Francisco

as Police Chief
Thomas Hernandez

makes his first
public statement.

In light
of the school-bus massacre



and shooting rampage
perpetrated against this city

by two very sick
but very...

- You're late.
- Yeah. No shit.

All good?

Oh, adolescence...
it's a bitch.

...how these suspects organized
and executed this crime.

This... can never happen again.

Terry.

Questions?

Listen, how long do we have
to hold on to the truth here?

That commission
ain't giving out commendations.

If the Chief finds out
he went on the record

with the wrong story,
he'll claim we withheld

information about
a cop-on-cop crime

and throw our asses
under the bus...

the school bus.

I don't get it.
Why don't we just tell Koto

that Kaleb killed Walt
and nip it in the bud?

It's a partial explanation
for the suicide, right?

And he's asking about it.

I'm gonna tell Koto.
All right?

I'm gonna speak
with Kaleb's mother tomorrow,

see what she thinks
about his suicide

before she finds out
her son killed his own partner,

all right?

Then we'll tell
the Lieutenant.

- Yes.
- All right?

Hey, Terry,
we, uh... we got to go.

We're gonna be late
for that thing.

- Later.
- Yep.

...extremely trying time.

The families of Walt Martin
and the victims of...

I had to
get us out of there.

Oh, okay.

First night.

Did you get any sleep?

No.

I was freezing all night.

There were
all these sounds, too...

footsteps, doors...
I mean, you can hear everything.

- Mm.
- You can't see any of it, though.

Um, you can't...
can't see anything.

You should have blankets.
I'll make sure you get some.

Dustin, do you mind if I ask you
about your childhood?

I don't care.

Do you remember getting hurt
when you were young?

I, um...

I, uh, broke my arm
when I was 6.

I saw that
in your medical records.

It looks like
it was pretty bad.

Yeah, it was just, um...

an accident
at my uncle's machine shop.

What happened, exactly?

I don't, um...
I don't remember.

At all?

At all. Um...

I mean, I don't...
I don't remember

the accident
or going to the hospital...

or any of it.

Hmm.

Can we not do this?

I don't feel like
answering questions.

- You want to ask some?
- Yeah.

Are they going
for the death penalty?

It's possible, yes.

All right, well,
I want to plead guilty.

Wait a minute.
That's... not how it works.

The state attaches
special circumstances.

You don't just plead guilty.

Why not?

The court's not inclined

to let you make
that kind of emotional decision

without first examining
the facts of the case.

A trial
helps everybody understand

what happened and why.

I wouldn't be doing my job
if we simply pled guilty.

I-I didn't ask you
to save my life.

But your life
is worth saving, Dustin.

Bullshit!

Hey!

Okay, it's...

I mean, look,
best-case scenario, I'm...

staring at walls
for the next 50 years.

How's that worth anything?

Because every human being's life
is worth something.

I haven't gotten
to know you yet,

but I know that you're much more
than what you did on that bus.

What I did on that bus...

...was just about the only thing
I got right in my life.

Your life has just begun,
young man.

I was supposed to die
on Green Street.

It was
supposed to be over.

But it's not over.

And it's not gonna be over
anytime soon.

Even if we lose a trial
and you're sentenced to death,

you're gonna spend
the next 20 years

waiting out appeals
on death row.

Like it or not,

you have to consider the fact
that you do have a future.

You don't have to spend
your time staring at walls.

You can
continue your education.

I don't want
to continue my education.

The only way you're gonna
survive your incarceration

is by putting your mind
to good use.

I want to get
out of my mind.

I want to get out
of this world.

Why can't you
just end this?

I don't want a trial.

A secret on a secret.

I used to love this stuff
when I was a kid.

Now it just eats at me.

I know, right?

All right,
we got to get our heads

on this second secret...
who killed Kaleb?

Do you think
there's any chance,

any possibility,
that it wasn't a cop?

No forced entry,
no sign of a struggle.

Could've been family,
right?

A family member?
A friend?

What type of a cat
uses a blowtorch

on a bullet wound
to fake a suicide?

That's some real
forensic-type shit.

It's got to be a cop.

You think Kaleb's murder
was linked to Walt's?

I mean, two partners...

killed, you know, within
a matter of days of each other.

I'd say, yeah, hell of
a coincidence if it wasn't.

We don't even know
if Walt was murdered, right?

I mean, it could've just
as easily been friendly fire,

and he lied about it
because of the guilt.

Or maybe
he didn't even realize

that the bullet
came from his gun.

No, he was pretty...
he was pretty close.

Could've been
a perfect diversion.

You know?

You saw how it was
in those tunnels.

Well,
if it was connected,

do you think it was some kind
of cop-on-cop conspiracy?

Ugh.

All right, let's say

someone on the force
bribes Kaleb to kill Walt.

Kaleb finds the opportunity,
he does the deed,

and then when he reports back,
instead of the money,

he gets a bullet.

Oh.

Kaleb used his own gun
to kill Walt,

so not much of a plan.

- You don't think so?
- No.

Look, nobody saw
Kaleb pull the trigger,

so it could be friendly,
it could be deliberate.

And all those cops
that were down there...

no one brought up his name.

No one brought up Kaleb's name
in any of those interviews.

So if he wanted to get away
with killing Walt, he could've.

If Walt wasn't
already dead.

All right.

We'll clear everybody
in our room,

and then we'll move up from
there.

You trust me?

You trust me?

Yeah, I trust you.

It's so beautiful.

Sometimes I forget
I actually live here.

Home.

It's hard to walk in this room
and not see Walt and Kaleb.

Uh, we, uh...
we lost two brothers.

Let's do the right thing
and check up on their families,

make sure they're holding up,
all right?

Uh, hey, where's, uh...
where's Navarro?

Uh...

Bixby's Dance Studio.

H-He's, uh...

he's got
a morning waltz class, sir.

His... his daughter's
quincea?era is this Sunday.

Got it.
All right, uh, Molk,

I'll let you
catch Navarro up to speed.

Does anyone know what is taking
Ballistics so long

on the bullet
that killed Walt?

I don't know,
but, uh, I'll ask Wesley.

And Kaleb's suicide...

we got something more
than just the M.E.'s report?

Uh, we're still working on it.
Probably another day or two.

All right.

Listen, uh,
I'm not the type

to pay too much attention
to press conferences,

but we've got a record number
of open cases

and a city in PTSD
staring at us.

So let's keep our heads down,
redouble our efforts.

When we get
a couple of wins here,

things will
settle back down.

All right.
Let's get to it.

All right.

- Welcome back.
- Yeah.

Veracruz, hold up.

Uh, uh, hi,
Commander Criolla.

I know you've been
deep into Suger Cascade.

Somehow,
your crew got made.

I got something
that might put you

right back
into the middle of things.

A grow-house hit's
about to go down.

That's the address
and the time.

I got it from a C.I. who's got
a connect in the power company.

Yeah, thanks.

So, how you doing now that,
uh, Captain Kolb is gone?

Trains are on the rails.

We getting a new boss?

Soon. So keep
your nose clean, kid.

- Here you go, ma'am.
- Thanks.

Look at you.
Lookin' good today, girl.

Really? Hmm. Thanks.

So, what you got?

All right, so, Fairley
and Jimenez were in court,

and Molk
was processing a prisoner.

You?

Phone records clear Dooley,

uh, Wong, Jordan,
and McCutcheon.

So now all we have left
is Navarro and Junior.

That shouldn't be too bad.
I'll take Navarro,

- you take my brother?
- Nah, you should clear Junior.

Since we have to
talk around Kaleb's murder,

it would probably take you
half the time it takes me, so...

Ugh. It's bad enough having to
investigate my brother.

Now I have to actually
lie to him, too?

Nah, just a find a way
to his alibi

without causing alarm.

We'll file a report,
and then we'll loop Koto in.

And then we have to investigate
every cop in this building.

- Yes.
- Great.

Hey, what you doin',
jura?

Cristobal.

Welcome back, Hermano.

Thank you.

Hey, hey, you hungry?
'Cause I been dreamin'

about Fogo de Ch?o for months,
bro. All you can eat.

Hey, not tonight. We're having
a family dinner at the house.

Marciella's been cooking up
a feast for you all day, homey.

She ain't a woman
to say no to, right?

- Verdad.
- That's right.

Oh, man.

Hey, listen, um,

you stay with us until you get
back on your feet, understand?

Oh.
Means a lot, bro,

but, uh, is... is Marciella
cool with that?

As long as you
stay out of trouble.

Besides, if you stay here
with your friends,

be back at Pelican Bay
by the end of the week.

Man, I'm rehabilitated, homey.

Santo Cristobal!
I'm good!

Santo, my ass.
Get in the car.

The only santo I see
is "Santo" Claus.

Damn! How the hell do you

- put on weight at Pelican Bay?
- Shut up, man.

- Shut up, man.
- Hey, hey, hey.

Chill out, bro.

I'm still
your big brother, fool.

Ah.

Look what
the cat dragged in.

You still working
on this piece of shit?

Remember when we were all
crammed in that front seat

on those long-ass rides
to Yosemite?

I just remember
you puking up on Dad

when we came through the tunnel
going to El Capitan.

That's why the upholstery
was the first thing I replaced.

Wow. You're hitting the bottle
early, huh?

It's my day off.

And in about an hour, Chelsea
and all of her grade-one class

are gonna be here
for a little tea party.

It's the perfect time
for a cocktail.

Well, there's been a lot of that
lately for you, though, huh?

You keeping tabs on me?

No, I'm not.
Just an observation.

You drank at my house
the other day.

Just softening the landing
before I go home.

What about Walt's funeral?

I mean, you were clearly...
drunk.

I smelled it on your breath.
You reeked of it.

Just... just stop, okay?

Do you think I'm the only one
who notices, Junior?

I mean,
it's pretty embarrassing.

So, what... were you
drinking in the morning,

or did you go off
on a bender at lunch, or what...

You need to back off.

Where were you
that morning of Walt's funeral?

What were you doing?
Who were you drinking with?

Oh, Hildy.

Just because
you were married to a drunk

doesn't give you the right
to come over here

and grill me on what I do
and where I go.

- You understand me?
- Yeah.

Yeah, I got enough bullshit
in my life.

Hi, Hildy.

- Thought I heard someone.
- Hey, Mary.

You here for book club?

No, um, I'm actually not gonna
be able to do it tonight.

Oh.

Okay.

Hey, um,
i-is my brother okay?

- Hey.
- Hey, Terry.

Listen, are you going
to this quincea?era?

- Uh, that's the plan, yeah.
- Yeah, great.

Okay, listen,
so, I've put together a list

of relevant F.A.Q.s.
People are gonna ask me

what to wear,
you know, what to bring,

do they have to dance.

And, I mean, Navarro is...

- he's going out of his mind.
- Yeah.

Have you seen him,
by the way?

Uh, about an hour ago,
and then the butcher called...

some kind of crisis
with the pork.

All right, I'll, uh,
catch up with him later.

- Good luck with this.
- No, that's... that's for you.

Oh.

Can I help you?

Alyssa.

Hey.

H-How did you
get in here?

Well, belive it or not,

I have a knack
for getting in places.

That could be, uh...

really come in handy.

Yeah, well, um,

you told me that I should
get in touch with you

if I remembered anything
about that dancer, Sarah.

Yeah.

- Right. Here.
- Uh...

Um...

Well, she... she told me that
she wasn't into her husband.

Like... like,
she was totally over the guy.

Yeah, y-you know, you actually
already told us that.

Oh. Oh, I did?

Yeah.
But, I mean, it's okay.

I mean,
the investigation's closed.

She's called her husband.
Sarah's alive,

- and it sounds like she's doing just fine.
- Oh.

- Thank you very much.
- Really? Wow.

That's... that's great.

Unless you're her husband.

She... she left a voicemail,
ending it.

Poor guy.

Yeah.

Um...

- Hey. What is it?
- Uh...

No, um...

I...

I just, uh...

I got into a fight with a friend
just now and, uh...

Well, not really a friend,
and I-I don't know.

All of a sudden, I-I started
thinking about you

and...

...how nice you were.

Oh, God.
This is so embarrassing.

I'm such an idiot.

I-I'm... I'm sorry.

I'm really sorry
to have wasted your time.

No, no, no. Wait, wait.

You're not wasting my time.

I promise you
this is the best part of my day.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Did you, uh, get things
squared away with Junior?

No, not yet.
What's that?

It's Walt's ballistic report.
I intercepted Wesley.

Decided I'd, uh,
hand-deliver it myself.

And tell Koto what?

Kaleb killed Walt,
just like the report says.

And what about
what the report doesn't say?

Well, we should clear Homicide.
That's the plan, right?

I hope you know
what you're doing.

Fake it
till you make it.

Yes. Thank you, Dad.

I will.

Yeah.

Uh, I will.

Hey, listen.
I got to go.

I-I'll call you later,
all right?

Bye.

Hey.

Hey, the, uh...

ballistics report came in.

Finally.

Took them long enough.

Yeah, you don't
want it, though.

There's a reason why
Kaleb committed suicide.

According to Ballistics,
he killed Walt.

Murder-suicide...

in the Homicide Unit?

Jesus Christ, Terry.
We can't catch a break.

Yeah. Well,
at least it's tidy.

You know, it could, uh...
could be worse.

Look, this is gonna leak if
we don't get out in front of it.

You're with me, right?

Of course.

That's correct.

Due to the ballistics results,

we are reclassifying the death
of Walt Martin to friendly fire,

killed in the line of duty.

The bullet that ended his life

came from the gun
of his partner, Kaleb Peat,

who subsequently
took his own life

before any of this information
came to light.

Hey, Terry.

Ah.

Koto, you scared me.

You need something?

I, uh...
I just left this behind.

Yeah.
Hope you don't mind.

No, of course not.

I, uh, been meaning
to return it.

Yeah, I guess, uh,
you never had the pleasure

of your dad micromanaging every
aspect of your life, did you?

Ha.
Well, all I had was this,

so in my head,

he was, uh...
he was pretty perfect.

All right, man. Thanks.

All right.

- Hey.
- Hey.

What's the matter?

Ohh, I don't know.
You got to check me here, okay?

So, I tried to cross Junior's
name off the list of suspects,

and I can't.

No phone records.

He never clocked in.
He's... he's got no alibi.

All right.

So I probably just haven't
found it yet, right?

Maybe. Maybe.

And then I went to his house
to talk to him about everything,

and he was drunk,

and he was super,
super defensive.

And then I...

What?

There was a blowtorch
in his garage.

Ooh.

But, I mean, everybody
has a blowtorch, right?

Well, I don't know
about that.

Ah.

Please tell me
that I'm crazy.

Please tell me that my brother
did not kill Kaleb.

You need to check that out.

That's, uh,
Kaleb's personnel file.

I got it from Koto.

- All right.
- And, uh, apparently,

Junior and Kaleb worked vice
together back in the day.

There's an incident report.

Well, what's it say?

That they got into
some boxing match

back in the day
at Hunters Point.

They were sharing
an informant.

Junior accused Kaleb
of, uh, stabbing him in the back

or something like that...
I don't know.

I never heard
anything about it.

Where's Junior now?

Uh, Mary said he drove
to East Bay for the night.

Uh, we're gonna have to corner
him when he gets back, Hildy.

I know.

I need a drink.
You want to go get a drink?

That's the last thing I need.

Thanks, though.

- All right.
- All right.

I'm gonna go, then.

- Be careful.
- Yep. You, too.

Hey, what's this?

This is a family dinner,
come hell or high water.

- Can you manage?
- Of course.

- Okay.
- This is a nice surprise.

Mm.

Hey, buddy.

Can I have my fried rice?

Yeah. Sure.
Let's eat.

Come on.

The office looks very interim.

I need to get you in here.

Hey.
I'm really glad you came.

Did you, uh,
get to school today?

I had a sore throat.

Uh-huh.

Uh, Michael, not now.

Michael,
put your phone away.

So...
I had a small victory.

Mm?

Ellis signed the order
sending Maker to jail.

Oh. It's about time.

This Jamie Nelson
is gonna fight me on everything,

down to the temperature
in the courtroom.

You should fry that kid.

Really?

And why's that?

Because he's worthless.
He adds no value to the world.

And that's your judgment?

- Let's just have a nice dinner.
- No. You... you...

you don't just lightly
send someone to their death.

You... you consider
everything involved.

You make
an intelligent decision.

He killed 18 kids.
What's the decision?

It's someone's life, Michael,
and I'm responsible for that.

I have responsibilities.

And if you got your ass
out of your room

and got to school,
you might appreciate that.

Let's just...

Sorry.
I'm sorry.

Well, it must be something.

It's a Chinese restaurant.

You saying they growing herb
in the back of restaurants now?

Look, all I know is
Criolla said it was legit.

- It's Suger in the flesh.
- Mm-hmm.

What the hell is this?

This is more than our cut.

That's everything
from the last house...

100% of our take,
Brother Hong.

And please...

give your boss our condolences
about Victor Chan.

I'm here
to make things right.

The money's no good.

You know the rules.

We trade blood for blood.

It's the only way
to avoid consequences.

The boy who killed
Victor Chan was Jalil Thompson.

He confessed to five-o,
took a piece.

Been down now for a few days
over at Spruce Street Juvie.

He's off our yard, man.
Leadership knows.

Do your work.

Then we even.

Brother Hong.

Go.

You know
that we're family, right,

that... that I'm your brother?
Christ, it's... it's bad enough

you keep me in the dark
about Kaleb's murder,

but then you ask me
for a goddamn alibi?

I mean, what's the matter
with you?

- Do you have an alibi?
- I'm not done with her.

- Answer him.
- Why don't you explain yourself?

We found your brand of whiskey
at Kaleb's apartment

- the night he was killed.
- So what?

So you've been drunk lately,
and you've been belligerent.

And why do you have
a blowtorch in your garage?

What's that
supposed to mean?

Oh, you... you think
that's the smoking gun?

Okay, look,
yeah, I-I confess.

I shot him,
and then I doctored it up

to make it look like a suicide.
Jesus Christ!

Really? Five minutes ago,
I thought he killed himself,

and you guys aren't even
giving me a second here

- to process this.
- Give us an alibi.

We read his file,

and, uh...
and you two have history.

That was over a year ago,
and it was a scuffle.

Let me tell you something.

Kaleb and I, we were tight.

He was like a brother to me.

I lost someone
I genuinely cared about.

Junior, where the hell
were you?!

God damn it, Hildy!

I was with someone,

and it wasn't Mary.

I've been having an affair
with another woman.

That's my...
that's my big secret, okay?

Are you happy?

Can she corroborate
your story?

We meet up at the Devonshire
on Market and 6th.

I was going there
to break up with her.

And if you don't believe me,
you can check the security log

at the time of Kaleb's death.

All right, what... what...
what about this girl?

Does she...
does she have a name?

Her name's Alyssa.

You're such an asshole.

Hey. Easy.

Hey.

What time is it?

7:30.

Jesus.

I have to go, but you can stay
as long as you want.

And there's breakfast
on the table if you're hungry.

Who eats breakfast
at 7:30?

Last night
was pretty incredible for me.

I just want to say that,
Alyssa.

Oh, sweet Alyssa.

Oh, boy.

Hi. Good to see you.

- Hi.
- Hey.

You two look gorgeous.

You, too, Mary.

- Hey, Steff. How's it going?
- Good.

Can you drop the gift
over there for me?

- Yeah.
- Thanks, babe.

I've never been to one of these
before. Looks like so much fun.

Yeah. Absolutely.

Nice to have
the family together.

For sure.

Let me grab a drink.
I'll see you in a bit.

Okay.

Hey, Hildy.

Hey.

I want to introduce
my friend Alyssa.

Hi.
Nice to meet you.

Hi, Alyssa.
Nice to meet you, too.

Uh,
I'm gonna grab a drink.

- Great. You look great.
- Oh, thanks. You, too.

- You look nice.
- Thank you. You, too.

You want
to talk about work?

Oh, no.

We got one more person
that still needs to check out,

but right now
is probably not the time.

- Is that Navarro's brother?
- Yeah.

Wow. Prison put
some years on him, huh?

Yeah.
And some ink.

Yeah.

I'm gonna go check him out.
You good?

Yeah, I'm good.
See you in a bit.

Louise. Really?

With the sugar? No.

- You got to stop, please.
- Listen to your mom.

Yeah, what he said.

Going over your speech?

Ha. My speech,
uh, my dance,

trying not to sweat
right now.

Probably thinking about
that second mortgage

you have to take out
to afford all this, huh?

And I got to do it
three more times, homey.

- Ooh.
- I couldn't have had one boy?

I was just gonna say that.

I appreciate you doing this,
though, for real.

It's been a tough week.

The thing that happened
with Kaleb...

difficult for everybody
to swallow.

Not for me.

What do you mean by that?

Exactly what I said.

Since when
do you not like Kaleb?

Know what, Terry?

To tell the truth...

...this is the last thing
I want to talk about today.

Tomorrow, we can kick it
all day if you want.

Cheers.

Congrats.

Um, I'm a little nervous. Um...

So, Anna,
as you go out into the world

as a young lady,

I want you to know I love you.

You'll always be in my heart.

And no matter what happens,

su padre siempre
estar? contigo.

Salud!

Salud!

Cheers.

My daughter, everyone.

Help!

What is this, a beatdown?

- Bring it!
- This ain't no beatdown.

This is payback
for Victor Chan.

Victor Chan?!

Blood for blood, bitch.

Wasn't me! I ain't the one
who killed your boy!

It was Kormega!
I swear on my ma!

Kormega's the one
who did him.

The homicide of Carl McGinness,
a human being,

the homicide of Pam Stevens,
a human being,

the homicide of Sandra Duffy,
a human being,

the homicide of
Hector Velazquez, a human being,

and the homicide of
Craig Spether, a human being...

Mr. Maker, do you understand
the charges brought against you?

Yes, Your Honor.

Very well. And the prosecution?
How would you like to proceed?

The court will be seeking
special circumstances

necessary for capital
punishment, Your Honor.

How does the defense plead?

Mr. Maker wishes to enter a plea
of guilty on all accounts.

Would you repeat that,
Ms. Nelson?

Your Honor, Mr. Maker accepts
all of the allegations

and enhancements at this time
and pleads guilty as charged.

Mulligan.

Yeah, what's this about?

What?

When?

Okay, yeah, I'll be there soon.
I'm on my way.

Is his mom there?

Okay. Yeah, no, I should be
the officer present, so...

thanks for the call.
I appreciate it.

Okay, bye.

Hildy?

Hildy?

Jalil Thompson
was murdered in juvie,

but I guess that was just
a nothing case, right?

Let's get this over with.

Is that your son, ma'am?

Yes, it is.

You here to say sorry?

Yeah.

Then what?

You go back home?

To see your kids?

You got kids?

I have a daughter, yeah.

Good.

You go back to your house,

and you hold your daughter
in your arms.

You squeeze her tight

and tell her

everything is gonna
be all right.

Then you think about

how you killed my son...

my angel.

I got no one left.

Nigga's dead.

We good.

There ain't nothing good
about a dead nigga.

There is
if it stops a war.

You right.

I'll go talk to his moms.

She's ours now.

She's our responsibility.

No doubt.

You good?

For tonight.

But a storm's coming.