02x06 - Oh, Mexico

[bunniefuu]

[indistinct conversations]

I'm here to pick up my sister, Tenea Cascade.

Have a seat.

[typing]

Smells good.

I should've thought of that.

[door buzzes]

I just didn't know what to bring.

Burgers. Smart.

What are you here for?

My wife.

She's been in there for three months on a D.U.I.

You?

My sister. Four months.

[sighs]

Just kills you every day, doesn't it?

I mean, they're in there, and you can't help.

And you don't even know what to do to help. You just...

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

No, you're cool, bro. I get it.

[door buzzes]

Hey, baby.

[kisses]

Wanna get out of here?

Mm-hmm. [speaks indistinctly]

[whispers] Let's go.

Sir?

Sir.

I checked the log, there's no Cascade scheduled for release today.

Check again.

You probably put her name in wrong.

Tenea is T-E-N-E-A.

Last name is Cascade. I'm her brother, Suger.

[taps key]

You're a day late.

What?

[sighs]

Is that her signature right there?

Yeah, but...

Well, she was released yesterday. Take a look.

[typing]

♪

I am a simple kind of guy, Ms. Nelson... meat and potatoes, football and beer, order in my court, not bombshells.

Judge Ellis, this was my client's choice to make, and I support it.

Whether or not he has a choice is not the question.

What matters is whether this court can legitimate view him as fit to make this choice on his own.

I've had Dustin evaluated numerous times by a psychiatrist frequently used by this court, Your Honor.

According to Dr. Wersheim, my client meets all legal standards for mental competency and has made here an intelligent and fully informed waiver.

I can't just sign off on this, Ms. Nelson.

Mr. Siletti is right.

Competency comes first.

And your shrink is not the court's shrink.

I order that Mr. Maker undergo a comprehensive psychiatric evaluation with a court-appointed doctor.

Based on his findings, I'll make my determination as to whether or not this case goes to trial.

Hey, Chief. I was just looking for you.

Here I am, and I brought a friend.

Hey, Dad.

[scoffs]

What's going on?

Have a seat.

[sighs]

Did I do somethin' wrong?

Quite the opposite.

I thought your father would enjoy being here to witness his son's promotion.

Congratulations, Jim, I'm putting a star on your shoulder.

You were a hero during the school bus sh**ting, and this department has big plans for you.

Well, only if you're interested, of course.

Oh, no, Chief, um... Um... I'm honored. Truly.

But with respect, I'd like a little time to think about it.

My unit has been under immense pressure since the bus sh**ting.

We've... we've lost two inspectors.

You know, this would be the worst possible time for me to leave.

I admire your loyalty, Lieutenant.

Think about it. Take the week.

Yes, thank you, sir.

Congratulations, almost.

Mr. Koto.

Did you pressure him to promote me?

Why are you so afraid of success?

Dad, what makes you think I'm even interested in...

Nobody ever rises to power refusing promotion.

It's not just about power, Dad.

My team is like my family. I'm not abandoning them.

Loyalty is admirable in a follower.

In a leader, it is weakness.

What are you, son?

Are you a follower?

Or the future Mayor?

The trial of Dustin Maker is turning into a circus.

The media's practically camped out downstairs.

Look, we need a win as a unit here.

Hildy, Terry, I need you to dig a little deeper into Walt's death.

We gotta figure out what happened down there.

Was it friendly fire? Or did Kaleb k*ll with intent?

And if he did, what was his motive?

Maybe that'll help us make sense of his su1c1de.

All right, on it.

Junior, you're on the Jalil Thompson case.

Roger that.

Molk, where the hell is Navarro?

I mean, the quinceañera is over, isn't it?

Or does it take up two weekends?

You know, I was gonna swing by his house.

I'll let you know right away, sir.

All right.

[pot clatters]

So, um, I was the one who arrested Jalil.

I took his confession.

He was... a really good kid.

[clears throat]

He has a good mom, so... do your best, okay?

Of course.

If I were you, I'd probably start at juvie and then you could...

Hildy.

[cup clatters]

Take it easy.

I know how to work a case, okay?

One more thing.

Oh.

You, me, and Terry... we're the only ones who know that Kaleb's su1c1de wasn't actually a su1c1de.

So let's keep it that way until we clear the rest of the team, all right?

Who hasn't been cleared?

Navarro.

But... you're not worried, right?

[elevator bell dings]

[indistinct conversations]

Heard you're working the Jalil Thompson m*rder.

Mind if I ride with you?

Things that slow over in g*ng Unit, or you just miss my winning personality?

Keep the change.

Man: Oh, thank you.

Yeah, I miss the smell of old spice and whisky in the morning.

Reminds me of the guys I dated in high school.

[doorbell rings]

Navarro!

Hello?

[Crud's "Devil at the Wheel" playing]

You live here?

No.

♪♪
♪ You'll never know how much I loved you ♪

Can I help you with something?

♪ You'll never know how much I cared ♪

Nah. We just don't see too many friendly faces in the neighborhood.

And you live around here?

Sure. We just thought we'd come say hello.

♪ And I drive ♪

Hello.

♪ Drive ♪
♪ and I drive ♪

[clicks tongue]

♪♪

I wanted to ask you about something specific that Dustin mentioned in our last interview.

It seems that Dustin broke his arm when he was 6.

Yeah, he did.

And do you know what happened?

He was staying with my brother Beau in Pleasanton.

Dustin used to go there for three weeks every summer.

He loved it.

Said it was like summer camp.

And we liked having a break.

My brother Beau's a mechanic.

He said Dustin was playing with the machines in the shop.

There was an accident and he broke his arm.

Actually, he shattered his distal radius bone.

Dustin told us that he doesn't remember anything about it, not even going to the hospital, which is, um, surprising, because, apparently, they had to surgically repair his forearm.

He must've blacked it out.

That's what I'm thinking, too.

It's not unusual when very young children experience severe trauma, for them to wipe it from their memory.

It's a defense mechanism, a way to protect themselves.

There any reason you didn't mention that earlier when I asked you if there was any physical trauma in Dustin's life?

We were under a... lot of stress last time we talked, so... must've just slipped my mind.

We didn't see him until two weeks after it happened, so I guess his experience has been different than ours.

Dustin was 6 years old. He was having surgery, and neither of you showed up in the hospital?

Were you unable to go to Pleasanton?

We knew we'd be seeing him soon.

My own brother was taking care of him.

Dustin loved Beau.

We just didn't see the need to...

[sighs heavily]

[line rings]

[ring]

Pick up, Tenea, damn.

[ringing continues]

[ring]

Automated female voice: The mailbox you are trying to reach is full.

Yo. What's up?

What's up with our shorties on lockdown?

Why they not putting us on game?

Well, Rashonda caught the chain to Chowchilla.

And old girl got down with trailer park queen so they threw her ass in the hole for like a month.

We've been blind for a few weeks now.

And you just now telling me?

Hey, don't trip. She'll show up.

Are you keeping it 100 with me, brother?

Always.

We good, man. Chill out.

Check this out.

We got into Kaleb's private E-mail.

He uses the same password as his city account.

He sent Navarro's address... [clears throat] and a bunch of personal information to that E-mail.

Why would Kaleb send another cop's home address to anyone?

They weren't even friends, right?

Yeah, we should run it by Keef.

See if she can run an I.P. address.

Yeah.

Regardless, something is definitely going down between Navarro and Kaleb.

Right, but it doesn't mean he k*lled him, okay?

Look at this.

Kaleb... he's got notes on a bunch of different members of the n*zi Brotherhood.

The N.B.s are obviously a k*lling machine, right?

So they could've found out that Kaleb was a cop and took him out.

Maybe.

You know, my brother... he has a great C.I. in the brand.

I think we should maybe talk to him. What do you think?

All right.

Nazis. Sweet.

[horn honks in distance]

[Wishes and Thieves' "Let You In" playing]

[indistinct conversations]

♪ Midnight hush wakes me ♪

Whoa. [chuckles]

What's going on here?

We're working the Jalil Thompson investigation together.

Gangland homicide.

She was riding with me when you called, and we came straight here.

Classy, Junior.

His idea, not mine.

McCray Stanton.

So you gonna stand there and bust my balls, or do you wanna go talk to him?

Shut up.

♪♪

[sighs]

May I?

Yep.

[chuckling]

What's this about?

[chuckles]

If it's a n*zi Brotherhood related homicide, then g*ng Unit should be involved with that.

Of course, of course.

So is Hildy always on point when you guys do interviews?

Only when we're interviewing white supremacists.

Aha.

Kaleb didn't infiltrate sh*t. The N.B.s knew he was a cop.

He was our cop.

It's always good to have a C.I., right?

You have me. The Brotherhood had Kaleb.

His death was bad for business.

So you don't think there's any way someone from the Brotherhood took him out?

There's always a chance someone went rogue, but that would've put him at odds with the boss.

He liked Kaleb. Kaleb got sh*t done.

What was the last thing he worked on with your crew?

[indistinct conversations, wolf whistle]

[sniffs] A beef with The Black Hand up at Pelican Bay.

Some mid-level sereno figured out the C.O. up there was on the take.

Pipelined heroin into the joint for the N.B.s.

So pig boy put a green light on that beaner's head.

I figured Kaleb caught wind.

News of a green light gets around.

He sent the head skins all the info they'd need to do their work... family members' addresses, phone numbers, license plates.

How did Kaleb know all this stuff?

'Cause he knew that sereno's brother was a cop.

S.F.P.D.

Do you remember his name?

Cristobal Navarro.

His cop brother's name's Edgar.

But you would know that, right, Inspectors?

Thanks to Kaleb Peat, now the n*zi Brotherhood knows his name, too.

♪♪

What else? Is Navarro's family in danger?

What about his wife? What about his kids?

Everyone's at risk when you steal from the Brotherhood.

They'll k*ll him, k*ll his family.

Then they'll wait for all of them to be buried, dig 'em up, open their caskets, and k*ll 'em again just to make a point.

[sucks teeth]

Look, I don't know much.

Kid got shanked over by the laundry room.

Three guys. No idea who.

And nobody saw anything?

Administrative investigators took a look, but of course, nobody's talking.

[clears throat]

How hard did you ask?

As hard as they let me.

Proving a crime... now that part is yours.

[scoffs] Yeah.

You got a video?

Yeah, this is the last sh*t we got before the incident.

That's it?

Whoever jumped him knows the facility... knows where the cameras are, stayed off the film.

Okay, run the tape again.

[taps keys]

Okay, there, pause it.

Zoom in.

[taps keys]

That tatt on his neck... did he have that going in?

Who knows? Maybe.

Lot of kids align when they get in here.

Prison ink. Homemade. Do you have his intake photos?

Nope. For that, you gotta talk to admin.

[chuckles]

Well... [clears throat] thanks, Billy. You're a regular fount of information.

"Fount"?

I read. Get over it.

Thanks, Billy.

[door opens]

[whispering indistinctly]

[clears throat]

Yo.

Got the I.P. address on knight254@me.com.

Chief Keefer in the house.

Isn't he a looker?

Oh. Thanks, Keef.

Peace.

[scoffs] Okay, Angus Runyan... meth, heroin, trafficking, distribution, money laundering, hate crimes, arrested this time around for mayhem, and became a lifer after two prison homicides.

Let me see.

Oh.

Oh, nice.

That's who Kaleb sent Navarro's personal info to?

Yeah, sold out his whole family.

sh**t, I'd k*ll him, too.

Navarro's on the run.

So he's got dual citizenship.

We need to tell Molk.

Mnh-mnh.

Terry, they've been partners for eight years. Come on.

It's the least we can do.

[sighs]

[sighs heavily]

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

What's, uh, what's up?

Uh... do you know if Navarro has any family in Mexico?

Uh, yeah, his dad's got a ranch in Altar, which is just inside the border.

Why?

We're looking at Navarro for Kaleb's m*rder.

We think he may be on the run.

Kaleb's m*rder? What the hell are you talkin' about?

Kaleb sh*t himself.

The g*nsh*t wound was doctored.

He was definitely k*lled.

Mm-hmm.

Wait... and Navarro is a suspect?

Yes.

Why?

His brother had some kind of issue with the n*zi Brotherhood in Pelican Bay.

Kaleb was in the Nazis' pocket.

So he gave them all of Navarro's personal information just to get Cris to back off.

[exhales sharply]

Okay, so, uh, yesterday, I saw two skinheads casing Navarro's house.

Really?

Yeah.

We gotta find him.

Yeah.

You understand the charges against you?

10 counts of first degree m*rder, 31 counts of attempted m*rder.

How do you feel about the charges?

How do I feel?

Well, they're true, and I'm guilty.

Do you feel guilty?

No.

You knew most of your victims, correct?

The ones on the bus, yeah.

Were you friends with any of them?

[huffs] Hell, no.

Were any of them your enemy?

Define enemy.

How do you define enemy?

It depends on the day.

What was your definition of enemy on the day of the sh**t?

Everybody.

But you choose the kids on the bus.

Yeah.

Why them?

Why not them?

I mean, it's all inconsequential anyway, right?

What are we on this earth for? Nothing. There's no point.

No matter what you say, it all breaks down to the fact that nothing really matters.

"Nothing really matters."

Junior: Mine's worse.

Raffi: I doubt that.

Uh, junkie, a woman my mom's age... she OD'd, was in her house for about a week, and the cat ate her face.

Which is why I'm a dog person.

[chuckles] Okay, what's yours?

My first D.B.?

4-year-old girl, Palestinian, shelling tore her into five pieces.

Still had a Teddy bear clutched in one hand.

Whoa, okay, you win.

Hi.

[door closes]

You guys are here to see Jalil Thompson?

Yeah.

No problem. I just tucked him in a few hours ago.

[latch clacks]

Wait a minute.

[rattles]

What?

[papers rustling]

He was just here.

The bodies are dropped off in the back where they get a toe tag.

Then they're brought through autopsy before they are stored in a drawer.

[rattles]

Thank you.

[clack]

We initial and mark down the times of every step, and as you can see, Jalil was in the drawer, 6:00 P.M.

And who else has access to the freezer?

Well, Roz and I have the only keys that I know of.

Possibly management control.

So this room is never left unattended?

Rarely, uh, we thin out at night.

We have one or two M.E.s, an inspector down the hall.

Of course, night time's when we get most of our calls, so...

But we always lock up and set the alarm.

I'll get the code and keys changed today.

Jalil was here yesterday. Were there any calls last night?

We had four calls last night.

We had an elderly stroke victim in twin peaks.

We had that car crash on market, right?

And we had, uh, an overdose in the Financial District.

They found some patent lawyer facedown, a mountain of cocaine on his desk.

And then we had a homeless man in the tenderloin.

So just an average Tuesday night?

Mm-hmm.

No cameras, huh?

No cameras.

We've never had a need for cameras.

We haven't lost a body in years.

Uh, certain religious groups object.

This whole sensitive thing about photographing the dead.

So there's been no cameras.

I think we're gonna have to change that now, unfortunately.

Anyway, I think two people could get a body out of here in five minutes, but they'd have to have knowledge of when the office was unattended, they'd have to have a key, and they'd have to know how to disarm the alarm.

So you think it's an inside job.

♪♪

[sirens wailing in distance]

Wasted your money. I don't eat radiated food.

It's got a convection in it.

You could cook a turkey in there.

You could bake a pie.

Since when do I bake pies?

I haven't had much of a appetite these days, anyway.

Maybe it's because of those rocks on the table.

Oh, excuse me? Those rocks probably came from your crew.

They know I'd k*ll 'em if that was true.

All that does is make you a hypocrite.

You heard from Tenea?

No, you know we don't talk.

Just thought that may have changed.

No, she got no time for me. Why?

I can't find her.

She got out of jail a day early.

Jail?!

[smack]

You got your sister involved in the game?!

After you promised?

She was gonna be a nurse!

It ain't like that, Ma. Okay?

She was in there for just four months on some bullshit trumped up charge, and they dropped it, and they let her walk early.

So... now you can't find her?

Yeah, smart girl, that daughter of mine.

Mm, mm.

She done with me.

And now she done with you.

[clears throat]

m*rder?

Stay cool, stay cool, stay cool.

[speaking Spanish]

Tranquilo, ese.

They ain't looking for you.

Guttierrez. He's late.

You know who paces back and forth on the inside?

Fresh fish.

Uh-huh.

Dudes who still think it's all a big old mistake hard timin' and sh*t.

No regrets, carnal. We are where we are.

The motherland ain't no prison.

[speaking inaudibly]

We ain't in Mexico yet, bro.

It's just a matter of time.

See? I got E.S.P., mano.

Give me the bag. [snaps fingers]

Stay in the car.

[sniffs, clears throat]

Yeah, across the bridge, pendejo.

It's all there. Take it to your man in Lane Six.

We need to cross now.

[sighs]

Bullshit.

That's $20,000. Count it again.

Treinta? No, no, no, no.

The deal was $20,000, paisan.

I prefer ladies.

Gorditas, big ones.

But if you wanna slide through Lane Six, it's $30,000, ese.

Carnal, we need to get that fettia.

We gotta hit a bank.

No, I can't do that.

Why not?

Cristos, I guarantee you the people I work with are tracking me.

If I make a withdrawal from a bank, it's gonna set off an alarm, they're gonna find us.

You're just gonna have to deal with them fools.

Edgar, we ain't got no other choice.

We gotta pay that vato.

[exhales deeply]

[engine starts]

[knocks on door]

Uh, sir, we... we need to talk. [clears throat]

We do. You wanna talk about how you stole Kaleb's file from my office?

Or the fact that Kaleb's death was not a su1c1de, but a m*rder, and you've been keeping that from me.

I had to find out from your informant.

Uh, Lieutenant...

Who else knows?

Hildy, Junior, and Molk.

Yeah, the, uh, the plan is... Well, was, to clear everybody from Homicide and then... and then bring you in.

[sighs heavily]

[taps pen]

Look, Terry, I get why you did it.

But you should've told me.

Yeah.

So how far along are you?

Uh, we have alibis for everybody except Navarro.

Who's AWOL, suddenly.

Well, we need to find him.

Yeah, that's what we're trying to do.

Hey, Terry, you, uh, when you say you have alibis for everybody, does that include yourself?

[chuckles]

Uh... no, sir, I-I-I don't have an alibi.

[knocks on door]

Hey.

Yeah, uh, do you have a minute?

He knows.

CalNational Bank just flagged a $10,000 withdrawal from Navarro's account.

Branch was in San Diego.

Well, we were right.

He's running... to Mexico.

[huffs]

I reviewed Dr. Furden's report on Mr. Maker, which I will release to counsel at the conclusion of these proceedings.

I found the doctor's evaluation to be rigorous and thorough.

My tentative finding is that Mr. Maker, while clearly psychologically disturbed, is capable knowingly and intelligently of entering a plea of guilty in this case.

Excuse me, Your Honor, I may have some questions for the doctor before you issue your final judgment.

Take a moment to think about that, Mr. Siletti.

Ms. Nelson, do you have any feelings in the matter?

Defense submits to the report, Your Honor.

I am assuming that you intend to argue that Mr. Maker is not competent to enter a plea of guilty.

Because if that is the case, he's not competent to stand trial, either.

Would you have Mr. Maker remanded to a psychiatric facility until he meets your standard of competency?

Because those are your options here.

We submit to the report. Your Honor.

Good.

Mr. Maker, stand up.

Tell me why you're here.

I... don't understand the question.

What did you do?

I sh*t 10 people.

Was it your intention to k*ll them?

Yes.

And do you understand that by pleading guilty to this crime, you are waiving your constitutional right to a trial by jury?

Yes.

Do you understand that the maximum penalty possible, in your case, is death by lethal injection?

Yes.

And you understand that you're putting your life in my hands?

Yes.

Okay.

Guilty plea accepted.

We'll schedule a sentencing hearing six weeks from now.

Okay.

[camera shutters clicking]

One glance at Jamie Nelson's track record tells you she's a very smart and capable lawyer.

So no, I don't think I'd say her strategy took us by surprise.

After everything, though, that has happened to the victims' families and to the city, isn't this a breach of justice not having Dustin Maker tried by a jury of the people?

Where's the breach of justice?

Dustin Maker's pled guilty to the crime for which he was charged.

And he is still going to have to answer for his actions.

In your mind, is justice possible without a capital sentence?

In my mind? No.

Well, the majority of the people in this city want capital punishment.

What about the referendum?

They voted for it.

Are your eyes on San Francisco or Sacramento?

[woman speaks indistinctly]

Woman: Sir!

Aceyalone featuring Bionik:
♪ Ah, whoo, yeah ♪
♪ They say, they say "can I get that for you?" ♪
♪ I say "no" ♪
♪ "I got..." ♪

Tenea didn't put no apartment number on the form?

Nursing school had the address.

So we supposed to go door to door up in this bitch?

That's gotta be 300 units.

[sighs] You know we got you, Sug.

One thing you should know, building's owned by a company called Chan Works.

One of Andy Chan's shells or something like that.

g*dd*mn.

This chink scheming on my family.

What? You thinking he gripped her?

All the arrows is pointing to one direction right now, Fatty B.

Nah, I don't think that's how Chan get down, man.

He got a problem with you, he'll just say lights out direct.

I'm-a tell you what you gonna do.

I didn't tell you to think.

I'm-a tell you what you gonna do, all right?

Huh?

I want you to put two g*ons on his bumper.

Then you're gonna take a crew out and you're gonna ask everybody you see if they've seen Tenea, you got that?

Right now!

You understand me?

For sure.

What you gonna do?

I'm-a go and get myself right.

♪ I don't beg ball skill ♪
♪ But I will take the high road over the hill ♪
♪ Like that's how I do it, baby ♪
♪ That's how I feel ♪

Six weeks to put the entire defense together.

Seems totally doable.

Only if you look at six weeks as six weeks.

Siletti's not gonna turn over discovery for another five.

Oh, file a motion with a judge.

[bell dings]

Maybe it'll light a fire under Siletti's ass.

But I don't want us falling into a rabbit hole on this.

You need to be lining up our panel of witnesses.

Okay, and you?

I'm going to the hospital in Pleasanton.

See if there's anything more to be learned about Dustin's surgery.

[lock beeps, latch clicks]

If I'm really lucky, meeting Uncle Beau.

It'll be a treat.

Okay.

There is no way Siletti turned over discovery this quick.

[lid thuds]

This isn't discovery. This is... my things.

[lid thuds]

Tr*mp: ♪ I'm-a make your bed break ♪

[kissing]

♪♪
♪ Until the bed breaks ♪
♪ Oh, wait, how much can your bed take? ♪
♪♪

Hey.

Where are you?

I'm right here.

♪♪

No, you're not.

What are you talking about? I'm right here.

♪♪

[huffs] What's going on?

Nothing.

♪ Up against the walls ♪
♪ Knocking all the screws loose ♪
♪♪
♪ I can take it but you already... ♪
♪ Than you used to ♪
♪ Mattress going sideways when we do it sideways ♪

I'm good.

You sure?

[lid closes]

This is because you saw your mother.

No.

It ain't even like that.

[scoffs] Happens every time.

[knock on door]

Fatty B: Yo!

What's up?

A big-ass box just came for you.

Big-ass box?

All right, give me a minute, bro.

All right.

[footsteps descending]

What the hell is that?

You order some furniture or some sh*t?

No.

Rian, did you buy me something?

Suger, please.

Open it.

Open it up.

[blade clicks]

[screams]

Who's that?

It's my sister.

[Southpaw Swagger's "It Ain't Over" playing]

♪♪

[click]