01x10 - The Devil You Know

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Okay, she can have the car.

Yeah, and the furniture.

I don't know.

My God, we are dividing assets.

What? No.

There's no way I can afford to pay

that much in spousal support.

What? Hold Can you remind

Kathleen that I'm a poor journalist

and not a billionaire?

No, I can't

I can't believe this is happening.

All she did was complain

that I worked too much.

You know? And that's it, okay?

Forget it.

I I'm gone.

All right.

I'm ready.

All of the forms and documents for

the legal separation are complete.

After we file this,

the serve by publication will run

in three newspapers

for 12 business days.

Okay. This is my life,

putting an ad in the

newspaper in Iceland

to tell my missing husband

that our marriage is over.

Okay. Thank you, Susan.

Of course.

When is your wedding?

- Nine months and counting.

- Hmm.

And you're not doing a prenup?

- No, I I didn't want to be

- No, no, no, no. You don't have to explain.

I am probably the wrong

person to consult on that

particular subject at this moment.

Wait, which subject?

By the way, report done.

Todd, take your leg off

the arm of that chair.

Okay, but wait, which subject

are you the wrong person for?

Pirates? Zombies? Lasers?

Blazers.

Pre-nuptial agreements.

- Oh.

- Peter and I aren't doing one.

And that's perfectly fine.

I mean, God only knows what

the future holds for any of us.

Had I realized that I

would one day be responsible

for Harry's membership at

the Wildwood Athletic Club,

I probably would have

gone into my marriage

with a little more protection.

All right, Susan, thank you.

See you in ten minutes.

Todd. Chair. Arm. Leg.

- Thank you.

- Sorry.

- Wait, is she finally divorcing Harry?

- No.

Legal separation.

- Oh.

- She says she's not ready for anything

as drastic as divorce,

but is ready to explore her options.

She needs to cut that jerk loose.

And where are you two going?

Our trial resumes in 30 minutes.

Kathleen Baylis, accused

of murdering her husband.

The journalist?

Oh, right, right, right.

Lyle got that case.

Lucky. Meanwhile, I'm stuck

on Portland's death trolley.

MAX? The light rail train?

Hit all those cyclists,

people are calling it SMAX now?

It's a class action suit, but for

me, it's just a ton of paperwork.

That's the real tragedy.

Hmm. Bye, Todd.

I'm kidding.

Detective Anten,

you're a member of the

Portland Anti-Crime Team,

known as P.A.C.T., correct?

- Yes.

- And this is a special task force

meant to reduce crime in

North Portland, correct?

That is correct.

But isn't one of the fastest

growing criminal organizations

in that area a biker

g*ng, the Pioneer Ghosts?

I can't quantify that,

but they do have a presence, yes.

Okay. But were you

aware that Keith Baylis

was two days away from

publishing an exposé

on the Pioneer Ghosts and

their criminal activity?

I was aware of that, yes.

Well, a member of the

biker g*ng could have

framed Kathleen Baylis for

the m*rder of her husband.

- I mean, they had motive, and yet

- She had motive.

And the m*rder w*apon

was found in her car.

Her alibi is she was sleeping.

Please wait for my

question before answering.

And yet, you zeroed in on my client.

Now, what was the probable cause

for searching Kathleen Baylis's home?

A confidential informant

notified P.A.C.T. that Kathleen Baylis

had bought a 9mm Glock 19

with wiped serial numbers

days before the m*rder,

and the b*llet that was retrieved

from the chest of the

victim matched that w*apon.

A confidential informant.

A C.I.

That was your only probable cause?

An unverified anonymous source?

And your client was an angry, bitter,

soon-to-be ex-wife in the

middle of a contentious divorce.

Just stay calm.

Um, there are lots of angry,

bitter ex-wives out there, Detective.

That doesn't make them murderers.

The night of her arrest,

her behavior was very aggressive.

I cuffed her, and she said

- that she was glad her husband was dead.

- That's a lie!

I never said that.

You lying piece of

- Yep, that is the aggression that I saw.

- I understand.

That's enough, Mrs. Baylis.

One more outburst like that

and you'll be held in contempt of court.

Okay.

- Margaret, I did not k*ll my husband.

- I know.

- That wasn't my g*n.

- Yes, I know.

Oh, my God, I'm being framed.

I should take the stand.

The jury needs to hear my side.

Kathleen, that is not a good idea,

especially after that outburst in court.

And the angry text messages,

showing up to his office,

threatening to k*ll him.

Well, I did want to k*ll him. I did.

Okay, fine. But he was never around.

He was always working, and

he lied about everything.

I know his job was secretive, fine,

but how do I know he

wasn't having an affair?

How did I know anything?

You felt foolish for ever having

trusted him in the first place.

Yes, but trust me,

if I were going to k*ll him,

I wouldn't sh**t him with a g*n.

I would poison him

slowly so I could enjoy

every second of his agonizing death.

Oh, please, you never

really love someone

unless you've fantasized about

k*lling them at least a few times.

I understand, I really do,

but you cannot share that

sentiment with the jury.

We've already got an uphill battle

- with this Luke Anten, and

- Oh, my God.

I'm going to prison for the

rest of my life, aren't I?

I know you didn't do it,

and I'm going to find

a way to prove that.

Sorry, I'm here to see my mother,

but I seem to have the wrong office.

I'm allowed to work in here.

My last name is also on the door,

plus I'm all out of staples in my cubby.

Hmm.

Ooh, a file marked "Harry."

That sounds ominous.

Yeah, it's all the

bills Mom's stuck with

because she's still legally

married to that idiot.

Here's some additional

research on the Pioneer Ghosts,

but I just think that Oh, it's you.

It's always me.

- And Allison, it's nice to see you again.

- Likewise.

I'm sorry you had to find

this belligerent mole-person

at your mother's desk.

She should be back any moment now,

but fair warning, she's

in a terrible mood.

- Why?

- She's losing her m*rder trial,

and it's k*lling her,

so I recommend that

Todd, what are you doing at my desk?

Allison, honey, I

can't have lunch today,

I have to work. Todd, we

have talked about this.

Yes, yes, we certainly have,

and I understand you're losing your case

because there's a problem

with the level of investigative work

provided to you by someone who shall

remain nameless but whose

initials are Lyle Burton.

Todd, we do not have time

for nonsense right now.

An innocent woman is about

to go to prison for life,

and I am running out of options.

Lyle, we need to go through

every single piece of evidence again

and see if we can

come up with something.

On it. The Pioneer Ghost research.

Ah, thank you.

Mom, why are you losing?

Oh, ah.

A very smug detective, Luke Anten,

who I would like to smack.

Very conveniently, a magical informant

made its way into his lap,

and provided probable cause

for a search warrant which led them

right to the m*rder w*apon

in Kathleen's car. It is crap.

- It's crap?

- Yes.

I have looked into

the eyes of murderers before,

and Kathleen is not one.

If she had k*lled him,

she'd be hiding how much she hated him,

which she's not. I am so angry.

Okay, well, are there

any other suspects?

Ah. A biker g*ng.

The Pioneer Ghosts.

Keith Baylis was about

to publish a story on them

right at the time of his death.

I mean m*rder.

But they are a very

tight-knit, secretive group,

and no one is talking.

Not even their leader,

Josephine Fontana,

who's in prison in Salem.

Oh, I'm so angry!

I'm losing, I'm losing this,

and on a case I should be winning.

I need to win.

Okay, you and I, out of here.

- Let's go.

- What? But I can help.

Let's get some lunch.

Allison, honey, yes,

take-take your brother to lunch

and let me work uninterrupted.

What? I don't interrupt your work.

- I help your work.

- Yes, you do.

You are right now. One, two, three

Okay, you can't start counting

before the conversation's over

I don't adhere to nonsense rules.

Go on, right now. Oh.

Why are you so quiet?

What are you plotting?

What? No, nothing. I'm not plotting.

You have 17 floors to confess.

What are you talking about?

- 16. 15.

- Confess what?

- 14. 12.

- Why is everyone counting at me today?

My God. Um

I was thinking I might know someone

who might know if those

bikers are involved

in the case Mom's working on.

Who?

Nobody, just somebody

in prison in Salem.

- It's nothing.

- Who do you know in prison

Veronica?

- Todd. No.

- The leader of the biker g*ng

You cannot be serious. is a

woman incarcerated in Salem,

and that's where Veronica is.

I think you mean that's where

the woman who ruined your life is.

She has access to this biker woman.

She could ask her a few questions.

It could help Mom's case.

Todd, Veronica is why you are penniless,

license-less and homeless.

I can't park in my garage

because of Veronica.

I'm not going back

into business with her,

or sleeping with her.

I'm just gonna go talk to her.

It's not a big deal.

She's in prison. It's fine.

God, what are you thinking?

This is a terrible idea.

Oh, like you haven't had

any terrible ideas lately?

Look, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that.

I'm just trying to help Mom,

but I won't do it, okay, Allison?

I won't go see her. I won't.

- Allison?

- I'm not going to lunch with you.

I won't.

I won't go see her.

I can't believe I'm

actually here. Seeing you.

I don't

I don't know what to say.

You ruined my life, you

destroyed my reputation,

you lied to me, constantly, you

Oh, oh, now you don't

want to talk to me?

I drive all the way down here,

you don't want to talk to me?

- That's really rich.

- I can't hear you.

Wrong handset.

Oh. Oh.

Okay.

Hi.

Hi.

You look great.

Thanks, so do you.

- A tie.

- Yeah.

Uh, well, it's for work.

I'm a professional investigator now.

- You weren't a professional before?

- No, I was.

I mean, we were.

Our whole agency was,

but you clearly were not.

Hey, okay, whatever.

You know, I just want to be very clear

that I'm only here to get information,

and you owe me that for

everything you put me through.

I could've ended up inside there, too,

so let's not talk about who did what

because you did it.

You did everything.

And you owe me.

Yeah.

Yeah, I do.

Okay. Uh, great.

So, uh, there's a journalist,

Keith Baylis, he was m*rder*d.

And I want to know if,

um, Josephine Fontana,

or someone in her g*ng

had anything to do

with it. Do you know

Joey? I know of her.

Well, um, I need you to ask.

Ask around. Ask her. Just ask.

I can ask.

Good.

Why do you need me to do

this? Shouldn't the police

- be able to

- The police have identified

somebody else, and they

don't want to believe

that the biker g*ng had

anything to do with this.

This Detective Anten testified that

Luke Anten?

You know him?

He's a prick and a liar.

He is?

He screwed up a case of

mine years ago, before you.

He lied and said he had a

confidential informant in a case

Wait, wait, wait. That's

what he's doing here.

That's exactly what he's doing.

Yeah, it gets him a

search warrant every time,

but those C.I.'s don't always exist,

and by law, he doesn't

have to reveal them

Who was your client?

You get so excited. I

forgot how excited you get.

Millicent Granger.

She's doing five in here.

Okay, so Anten fabricated a

C.I. to get a search warrant,

which led to the arrest of

your client Millicent Granger.

You are a quick study.

Well

Thank you. This could actually be, um,

this could actually be helpful.

I'm glad.

It's the least I could do.

I'll talk to Joey.

Visiting hours are over now.

Mom. Mom. Millicent Granger.

Millicent Granger of southeast Portland.

I did some digging into your case

Our case. I am the licensed

investigator on this case.

And I am the 736

hours-away from re-licensed

investigator who discovered

that Detective Anten

has a suspicious history of

using confidential informants

to obtain search warrants.

Nobody could put Millicent

Granger at the scene of a crime,

then Anten's magical C.I. appears,

giving him probable

cause to search her house.

And guess what happened there.

Found the m*rder w*apon.

It's the same story.

Where did you get this?

I think you mean where

didn't Lyle get this,

and, uh, let's just say I have

my own confidential source.

- Can you trust this source?

- Yes. Yeah.

Well, this might be

enough for me to file

a motion to reveal a

confidential informant.

And if Anten can't

produce that informant

Then the search warrant is invalid,

and the g*n inside Kathleen's

car is inadmissible.

Yes. Can we order?

I am starving. You guys want dinner?

I have my dinner.

Freshly washed carrots and celery.

What? What are you, a rabbit?

Well, at least share.

Your Honor, Detective Anten used a C.I.

again in the case of Millicent Granger,

so I am filing for a motion to

reveal a confidential informant.

I'm inclined to give counsel time

to prepare a written motion.

The matter is continued to Friday.

Thank you.

That's only three days.

Is that gonna give you enough time?

Kathleen, this is the break we needed.

We should talk.

Three days. We have to research

recent motions of this kind.

We'll need a plan in case

they do reveal their informant.

Hey, it's me.

So, I spoke to Joey for you,

and this Luke Anten stuff?

Tip of ye olde iceberg.

You know where to find me.

So, tip of the iceberg, huh?

Tip top. You need to find

a guy named Herb Mulholland.

Herb Mulholland? Why, who is he?

Evidence locker clerk for

the Portland Police Bureau.

- He was arrested by Luke Anten.

- Huh.

And, uh, arrested for what?

Anten said he was stealing

from the evidence locker.

- Stealing what?

- I don't know, dr*gs, money, weapons?

Just take a closer look

at his search warrant.

I really think it'll

interest you and your

your current employer.

Your mom?

Who told you that?

A woman in here. Celia.

Client of your mother's.

sh*t her daughter Kim's boss to death

- on the roof of a parking garage.

- Yeah, I know who she is.

Celia says that you and

Margaret have been playing

"Bring Your Son To Work

Day" for months now.

Yeah, well, I couldn't

get a job anywhere else.

I lost my license, you

know, because of you.

So, yeah, I'm working at

the firm as an investigator.

Just talk to Herb Mulholland.

Was I wrong about Millicent Granger?

No.

See?

I'm trying to make it up to you.

Yeah, I know it's last minute.

Okay, so you're cancelling

our make-up lunch with Mom.

Fine. Great. I don't really

feel like seeing you anyway.

Look, Allison, I'm sorry,

- and something came up at work, so

- What is that on your sh*t?

Is that a visitor sticker from a prison?

Todd, what the hell are you doing?

I am helping Mom, okay?

- Todd! Don't lean on my car.

- Are you out of your mind?

- You told me that you were not

- Okay, uh, uh

- going to do this.

- Lunch any other day of the week, okay?

- How could you be so stupid? Wait, is that Mom

- Bye.

Does Mom know that you did this? Todd?

Uh, no, no, Todd,

we're meeting Allison for

lunch. I know where it is.

No, no, no, we're not. We need to go

talk to someone named Herb Mulholland.

No, we're not. I have only

a brief time for lunch.

I have to work on my motion to reveal.

This will help with that.

Herb Mulholland is a cop

who was arrested for stealing evidence,

and he was arrested by

Luke Anten, and guess what

Anten used to obtain the search warrant?

- A C.I.

- Bingo.

- All right, let's go.

- Okay.

Put your seatbelt on. Okay, thank you.

All right, let's just say

we're Jehovah's Witnesses

or Church of Ladder

Day Saints or something.

Okay Wait, did you

just say "La-dur Day"?

"Ladder Day"? Todd, it's Latter Day.

With a "T," "Latter." Tuh, tuh, tuh.

No, it's not, it's a celebration

of the ladder they used to climb

Oh, he's here.

Excuse me, Herb Mulholland?

Hey.

I'm Margaret Wright, an attorney.

Look, I don't need a public defender.

I'm representing myself,

and I've already pled guilty,

- so that's that.

- But

So, please, just, uh

Excuse me. You've already pled guilty,

but are you guilty?

Doesn't matter, so please just go.

Hey, Daddy. Daddy, come play with me.

Hey, sweetheart. How about

you go back to playing,

and daddy will be right there, okay?

Okay.

Give me a dollar.

What? Why?

It'll make me your lawyer.

She's a defense attorney. The best.

She's very good at her job.

And as my client, you can

confidentially speak to me,

and, legally, I can't

share it with anybody.

Listen, I appreciate it,

but I don't need your help.

I'll be fine.

You'll be fine going to prison,

and leaving your little

girl without a father?

I think you're just

trying to protect her,

and I understand that. I really do.

I'm a parent, too.

But

she needs you here, with her.

Please, let me help you.

Do I have to give him a dollar, too?

- No.

- Yes. What?

Couldn't hurt.

dr*gs went missing from

the evidence locker,

evidence in a case against this

biker g*ng, the Pioneer Ghosts.

I was told to shut my mouth

and look the other way.

But I reported it

because I was a good cop.

Next thing I know,

I'm being arrested for

stealing a brick of coke

that they hid underneath my bed.

I mean, I got a kid.

I I don't do dr*gs.

- You were framed.

- It was retaliation.

It most certainly was.

For doing your job

and reporting a crime.

Yeah, but it's my word against

the other cop's, so I'm screwed.

And who was the other cop,

the one who actually stole the evidence,

you know, the one you reported?

Same one that arrested me. Anten.

Detective Luke Anten.

Confirmed. Anten is a dirty cop.

He's been protecting the

Pioneer Ghosts this whole time.

And if he was willing to steal

from the evidence locker

- Then he probably framed Kathleen.

- Uh-huh.

So the bikers could get away

with murdering Keith

and stop his exposé

- on them from being published.

- Mmm.

This will help with the

motion to reveal, right?

Oh, we're way past that now.

We're going to clear both

Kathleen and Herb's names,

and nail Anten to the wall.

Great.

Okay.

Herb, relax, we're just

going to tell the Judge

that you're changing your

plea from guilty to not guilty.

It's very simple, okay? You'll be fine.

Yeah.

State of Oregon v. Herb Mulholland.

Good morning, Counsel.

It's nice to see you again.

Let's get started.

Please state your

appearance for the record.

Good morning, Your Honor.

Margaret Wright, for the

defendant, who's in court.

We would like to change our earlier plea

from guilty to not guilty.

I'm sorry, uh, this is a mistake.

I'm not changing my plea, Your Honor.

- I'm guilty.

- Wha Wait, Your Honor

Mr. Mulholland, I want to confirm

that you intelligently,

knowingly, and voluntarily

entered this plea?

Yes, Your Honor. I'm guilty.

- Herb, please, if we can just

- Very well,

let's schedule the sentencing hearing.

I need a moment.

What is going on?

I found this right here.

- Oh, my God.

- How did he get this?

He was in my house,

this close to my baby girl.

This is a thr*at, Margaret,

and I-I can't risk

Anten is not going

to get away with this.

I can barely eat.

I'm sick to my stomach.

I can't believe he threatened a child.

So this Detective Anten

framed both your clients,

Herb and Kathleen, to just,

what, protect a biker g*ng?

I can't believe a detective

helped cover up Keith's m*rder.

How did you know Keith again, Chet?

- S.J.P.

- You knew Keith Baylis

through Sarah Jessica Parker?

Society of Journalists,

Portland chapter.

- That's what I thought.

- Half the time, Keith never showed up.

He was always chasing after a story.

But when he did, we would

order him a cheese-less pizza.

Lifelong vegan.

It was disgusting.

I wish you could track down his notes

or-or a draft of the story

that he was writing

about the Pioneer Ghosts.

At least then, we'd have something

that might connect

them to Keith's m*rder.

Well, I'm sure he kept

his notes well-hidden.

All successful investigative

journalists are super paranoid.

Ah. Et tu Brute?

Uh, may I be excused for a second?

Collect call. Do you accept the charges?

Yes, I'll accept the charges.

Hello?

Hello?

Hey, I'm calling to see how

it went with Herb Mulholland.

Oh. Um, you were right.

It was, um He was

Look, I really can't talk now.

Then why'd you answer?

I don't know, I just

I thought you might

have more information,

but I-I really can't talk right now.

What is that noise?

Oh, is tonight family dinner?

- Are you at your sister's perfect little house?

- No.

Is her husband wearing a turtleneck?

Yes, but we're actually at my

mom's condo. Can you just

I feel like there's

a turtleneck involved.

And Lawrence isn't there, right?

He's off working somewhere.

And that cute husband of his.

Chet. How old's their little girl now?

I remember holding her as a baby.

Look, I really can't talk right now,

and aren't collect calls

from prison like $20 a minute?

- Oh, my God, do you want this information or not?

- What's that about prison?

Um

Tell me you were not

talking to Veronica.

What-what is going on?

- Uh, please? Allison?

- Allison.

It's just your idiot son,

talking to the woman

who destroyed his life.

Okay, um, I can explain.

Mom, look, Veronica is

What could possibly possess you to

Oh, my God.

She's your informant, isn't she?

- She told you about

- I told him

- Herb Mulholland

- this was a mistake.

- and Millicent Granger.

- I told you not to do this.

Yes, but I only went to her

because she was helping you,

and can you please stay out

of this? You're not helping.

- We're just staying over here, right?

- Yeah.

Todd, I cannot

have a known criminal

involved in my cases!

Okay, but she is helping

us. Because of her,

we are on track to expose Luke Anten,

and keep Kathleen and

Herb from going to prison.

Because of her, you

almost went to prison.

I thought you were done with her.

Oh, yeah? Just like

you're done with Harry?

A legal separation?

Come on, Mom, just divorce that loser.

I mean, talk about somebody

destroying your life.

I can't even look at you.

No, no, and a no.

Kathleen,

- I know we've gone over this before,

-

-

- but can you think of any other possible place

that Keith might have left his notes?

He was just always so secretive.

About everything.

Who he met with, where he went,

what he was working on.

Maybe there's a safety deposit

box that you didn't know about?

No idea.

We barely talked toward the end.

Maybe if he had just put

me first every now and then,

we might've actually been

able to make it work, but no,

it was all work, all

the time. And bowling.

Bowling?

Oh, yeah, took up

bowling, out of the blue.

Joined a league, the whole deal.

I'm still paying for that

stupid locker down there.

A locker?

How often did he visit

the bowling alley?

A few times a week. Maybe more.

Are you thinking

I'm gonna need the name

of the bowling alley,

and that locker number.

Absolutely.

Uh, hello.

You are ten minutes late.

Oh, so you are speaking to me.

I figured three strikes, I was out.

- That's baseball.

- I know that.

Three strikes in bowling

is called a "turkey."

Yeah, I know that. Wait,

how do you know that?

And am I the turkey in this situation?

Yes. More like the Dodo bird.

But right now, we need to break into

locker number 52, which

is right over there.

Uh, I think your

friend Sergeant Security

might have an issue with that.

Give me a moment.

I will create a distraction,

and then you can swoop in.

Wait, you'll create a what?

Hey, lady, what are you doing?

Hey, this is our game.

You can't do that.

What the hell?

What are you doing?

Okay.

Thank you, Lea Luna.

Okay.

Thank you.

Jackpot.

Thank you.

Whoa.

Hey, what are you doing?

She hit that 7-10.

Hold this, please. Thank you.

Oh, let's go. Let's go.

- I got everything.

- Okay.

Also, since when did you

become such a good bowler?

Your mother did have a

life before children, Todd.

- Okay, so, Keith is investigating the Pioneer Ghosts.

- Uh-huh.

He discovers they're paying off Anten

so he'll overlook all

their criminal behavior,

but when Keith starts

digging deeper into Anten

He discovers corruption

inside of P.A.C.T.

I mean, good God,

it is not just Anten who's a dirty cop,

it is the entire task force.

This must have been a whole new story

that Keith was working on.

So the Pioneer Ghosts

didn't k*ll Keith? No.

It was the crooked cops of P.A.C.T.

that did it to silence him.

Right, and it was a high-profile m*rder

of a prominent investigative journalist,

so they had to pin it on

somebody to cover themselves.

And who better than Kathleen,

the "bitter ex-wife."

You drop a w*apon into her trunk,

and, bang, she's an easy target.

Well, you got to admit,

we only uncovered all this

by talking to Veronica and

- Todd, I don't want to hear it.

- I'm just saying,

- we got her information

- Todd, it was a stupid thing to do.

- There are plenty of other ways

- I'm just saying, we never would've

Okay, Todd, don't just say. Just listen.

These are Keith's words.

"The extent of the

corruption is outrageous.

They were taking bribes from criminals,

making false arrests, planting evidence,

entrapment, lying on the stand,

skimming money and dr*gs off the top."

I mean, this is infuriating.

We got to take this to the D.A.

Like now, like right now.

A dead man's journal isn't

enough to prove anything.

We can't accuse one cop,

let alone an entire task force,

of corruption without

rock-solid evidence.

Well, what qualifies as rock-solid?

We need someone to testify.

Keith must have had a source,

someone on the inside,

someone that he knew,

like a cop at a at a police station.

Okay. Or, I was gonna mention,

it looks like Keith was going

to this barbecue restaurant

in Beaverton called "All You Can Meat"

every Thursday around

2:00 p.m. for weeks.

What does that have to do with anything?

Mom, All You Can Meat?

- He was vegan, remember?

- Oh, yes.

Why would he be going to the same place

at the same time to eat nothing?

Unless he was "meat-ing" someone

in particular every week.

Like his source?

Yes. You see?

You are a good investigator

without Veronica.

2:00 p.m. All You Can

Meat at 485 Pine Street.

Need to identify Keith Baylis's source,

but that could be pretty

much almost anyone here.

This isn't even the half of it.

Look at this, case after

case of warrants and arrests,

all tainted by P.A.C.T.

I knew Kathleen was innocent.

In my gut, I could tell.

I don't know. I have to admit,

when she said she fantasized

about k*lling her husband, I

Oh, please, everyone does that.

I still fantasize about

pushing my ex off a cliff.

That's how I knew I loved him.

What about you?

Oh, of course, I'd never actually do it,

but occasionally,

since Harry disappeared,

and maybe once or twice before,

I might have casually

thought about an ice

pick. In the shower,

where it would be the easiest to clean.

Are you sure you only

want a legal separation,

because this sounds a lot like

I am just not ready to divorce him.

And I'm certainly not

ready to k*ll him. Or am I?

Come on, Susan.

You've never been so angry at Peter

- that you thought about k*lling him?

- No. Angry, yes, of course,

but not angry enough for an ice pick.

Todd, though, I've

fantasized about k*lling him.

Whenever he was annoying

or wouldn't shut up,

I just wanted to smother

him with a pillow.

Careful. Todd's exes have a

habit of ending up in jail.

Good point.

What happened between

him and the one in prison?

Veronica.

I don't even want to talk about it.

Well

Years ago, she helped him get his

private investigator's license.

- He was flailing

- And failing, at life.

And then he met Veronica. Period.

And she set him on a new course.

She was a veteran P.I.

She showed him the ropes,

and she encouraged

his natural curiosity.

And instinct for troublemaking.

And then they set up a

small agency together.

It was his true calling,

and he was so happy.

But the whole time,

she was setting him up as the fall guy

for her own criminal activity.

Forgery.

Witness intimidation.

Illegal wiretapping.

So she framed him.

Because she is a liar

and a con artist, and a sociopath.

But Todd, he couldn't resist her.

He was like a moth to a flame.

And he has his mother to thank

for keeping him out of jail.

The end.

Wait a second.

This is the third case

where the found w*apon

was wiped clean, no prints.

Let me guess.

A magical confidential informant

sweeps in to cement the case.

Just like Kathleen's case.

But how is P.A.C.T. getting

away with all of this?

Luke Anten.

They hide behind his

golden boy reputation.

They cover their tracks, the

insiders look the other way

and enable him.

And when all else fails,

they silence those who get in the way.

It just makes my blood boil.

Mm-hmm.

But their days are numbered

because we are going to stop them.

Okay, we're looking for someone

working with the Portland Police Bureau.

So it could be a cop,

a dispatcher, a crime scene tech.

Informants always look nervous,

but inside, they're strong, steely.

How many customers are there?

Uh, around 40.

Okay, let's start by

narrowing the age range.

20 to 60-year-olds.

Okay, well, let's rule out

the coddled ten-year-old whose mommy

is literally spoon-feeding him.

Good luck to the future girlfriend

who will never be

able to make him happy.

And nix anyone else with kids,

this wasn't a family affair.

This is an adult, working solo,

likely single, maybe lonely.

Okay, that narrows us down to

about a dozen possible options.

Oh, this guy kind of looks like a cop,

but I think he's on a date.

A first one. An awkward one.

Oh, she's paying. That's nice.

Oop, nope. They went Dutch.

Yeah, welcome to the friend zone, buddy.

Wow. Well, if she's not smiling,

this is also their last date.

Yeah, she's not smiling.

Okay, I think I should

focus on anyone dining alone.

Hmm, I guess I did teach

you a few good things

on those late-night stakeouts.

Yeah, a few good things. Yeah.

Okay, how many left?

Alone? Uh

Five.

All right, rule out anyone with tattoos

unless they're m*llitary related.

Okay, down to three.

So close.

Yeah.

College student is out.

Well, you should tell

her grades don't matter.

Yeah, it's who you meet along the way.

Okay, two left. Wait.

High school athletic coach.

It's not him.

Which means

It's a woman, isn't it?

Yeah. I'll talk to you later.

Hello.

I think we have a friend in common.

Keith Baylis.

But

he's dead.

Suzi, you were Keith's source.

How did that come about?

I work for the I.T. department

at the Portland Police Bureau.

I monitor documentation,

tracking cross-communication

within departments,

and inter-server constituencies.

Okay, well, she's talking robot,

so it's a good thing you're here.

What types of

communication do you track?

All types.

Police reports, body cam

footage, evidence locker logs.

Emails between members of P.A.C.T.,

the special task force?

Yes. I see everything.

False arrests, skimming dr*gs,

planting evidence, taking bribes.

I wanted to report it,

but

I was scared of how they'd retaliate.

So, you went to Keith Baylis.

No, he came to me.

He was looking for an inside source.

He was smart. He knew someone in I.T.

would have the info.

And so he found me at

my regular lunch spot.

- All You Can Meat.

- And he convinced me that

it was the right thing to do.

But

now he's dead,

and it's all my fault.

No, it's not your fault.

It was the right thing to do.

But now we need you to testify

because my clients are being framed

for crimes they did not commit.

But P.A.C.T. is so powerful.

They k*ll people.

- I mean, what if

- An individual is vulnerable.

But with you, we would be four.

And with Herb Mulholland

and Kathleen Baylis,

we'd be six, and there are others,

people who shouldn't be in jail.

We will stand together.

They cannot take us all down.

This is so Magnificent

Seven. It's so awesome.

- More like Yellowstone.

- What, the park?

Boys, focus.

Suzi, we cannot bring

down P.A.C.T. without you.

I'll do it.

I'll testify.

But how will you protect me from them?

We work with the D.A.

to put every single

one of them behind bars.

We demand protection

for you from the state.

And we gather all the

information that you found,

the intel, the corruption,

and we make it very, very public.

I happen to know another

very brave journalist

from the Sentinel.

Story broke. Front

page. By Chet Venables.

"The P.A.C.T. Task

Force has been suspended

and is under investigation

for widespread corruption."

We're looking at it right now.

And the D.A. is right here,

and she just told us

that an arrest warrant for Luke Anten

is being drafted as we speak.

So, I'm I'm free?

- I'm free. You did it.

- Yes.

You did this. Thank you.

Because of you, P.A.C.T.

won't be terrorizing

the streets of North Portland anymore,

and we'll get justice for Keith Baylis

by proving P.A.C.T. was

responsible for his m*rder.

And what about Herb Mulholland?

Don't worry. He'll be fine.

Wow.

All charges dropped.

What do you know?

Yeah, Herb and Kathleen are free,

and the D.A. is trying

to put Anten away.

See? You can trust me.

Yeah, I don't know about that.

Oh, you don't know.

No.

Well, I enjoyed this little caper.

Gave me something to do.

And

I liked being in your ear again.

Yeah, it was good. It was.

- But

- Felt like I was back out in the real world.

Free.

But

this has to be goodbye.

I just wanted to look you

in the eye one more time,

and tell you that you

nearly ruined my life,

and I will never forget that.

I know.

And I'm sorry.

I really am.

But we do make a good team.

Made a good team.

But not anymore.

Goodbye, Veronica.

All right, I'm ready.

All right,

this cancels the request

for legal separation

and nullifies the

service by publication.

And this is your

preliminary signature pages

for your divorce proceedings.

There, here,

and here.

Okay.

This should get the ball rolling,

and then I am free.

And no ice pick.

I will get these processed and filed,

and we will be on to the

next step by Wednesday?

Thank you, Susan.

And don't let this sully

your view of marriage.

You are going to be very, very happy.

And your wedding is

going to be gorgeous.

Thank you, Margaret.

How do you feel?

The same.

Uh, less encumbered maybe.

Hey Oh, uh, am I

interrupting something?

Yes.

What have you got there?

Oh, uh, 49 signed statements

of injury and personal

grievance records.

The death trolley.

Notarized, spell-checked,

reprinted after unfortunate

coffee-spill incident,

- and ready to file.

- All right, just leave them there.

Mom, I know you're

still mad at me about

We don't need to discuss

that matter any further.

Look, okay, yes,

there was a giant flashing

neon sign saying "no."

Really? Where?

No, like, metaphorically, over my head,

following me around. I knew it was wrong

to contact her, and yes,

ironic to be getting help

from the person who

hurt me.

She nearly destroyed you, Todd.

Your whole life.

But I had you.

To protect me, helping me,

and-and that's what I

wanted to do for you. Help.

You need to make smarter choices.

I know.

- I thought you were changing.

- I am.

I am trying. I'm on my way towards that.

I really am.

And I am never going to see her

or speak to her ever again.

I promise you. I'm done.

Okay.

It's a good thing she still has

eight more years on her sentence.

Come on, let's get lunch.

Really? I was like 99%

certain you weren't gonna ask.

Wait, can we eat at the bowling alley?

They have amazing corn dogs,

and I want to see some more of these

- sick bowling skills you have.

- Sick?

Why do you use "sick" as a compliment?

Okay, fine, dope bowling skills.

- "Dope" is dr*gs.

- Okay, insane bowling skills?

"Insane" is crazy.

All right, you're a great bowler, Mom.

- And you are not.

- Jacket.

Oh.

Your Honor, the State of Oregon

would like to thank Ms.

Caron for her cooperation

and seeks to reward

leniency for information.

Namely, a grossly reduced sentence.

Her testimony against

Detective Luke Anten

was a crucial factor in

uncovering widespread corruption,

and helped us to put him behind bars.

Agreed. You are now a

free woman, Ms. Caron.

Congratulations.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Thank you very much.