02x07 - State of the Union

[bunniefuu]

[foghorn blares]

[buoy bell clangs]

Son of a bitch.

Finish the g*dd*mn game.

Hey, Al.

Who the hell are you?

It doesn't matter. I'm here to collect.

For who?

I don't know you.

The people you been ducking all week, okay?

You owe 5 grand.

Yeah. Let's go.

[scoffs]

I can pay, man. I can pay. I can pay.

I can pay, man! We just got to go to the office!

[whimpers]

[groans]

[breathing heavily]

[g*n cocks]

[panting]

Jesus Christ, man. I'm trying, okay?

You busted my hand. It's not easy.

I'm not rushing you, idiot.

Just making sure you don't got a g*n in the safe.

I don't have a g*dd*mn g*n.

[breathing heavily]

Nice and easy.

[groaning]

I'm not gonna have a job now.

But I guess that's not your problem, is it?

[foghorn blares]

[buoy bell clanging]

[sighs]

That was quick.

He dipped into company funds.

And you're persuasive.

I'm done.

I'm not doing this anymore.

You still got a bill with The Union.

Unless you're ready to pay, you need to be on the work program.

Then I will get the money and I will pay, but I am done cracking heads.

We're well way past the point of installments, Junior.

You need to come up with a plan for the full boat.

I said I will pay.

There'll be consequences if you don't.

Never hurt a man in blue, right?

Isn't that your number-one rule?

Pay your debt in a week, or you'll learn all about The Union rules and how they get enforced.

[Latin music plays]

Welcome home.

Anything to declare?

Uh, nothing to declare. Thank you.

[clears throat]

Sir, could you please pull into the examination lane?

[exhales sharply] I'm just grabbing my badge.

I'm a cop.

Sir, I need you to pull into the examination area.

[police radio chatter]

Man: Put it in park.

Sit down.

Terry: Easy, fellas. Easy.

[sighs]

[door closes]

You okay?

[chuckles softly]

So, what... why... why did you run, Navarro?

I didn't run.

I took my brother across the border.

Cristobal?

The hell were you thinking?

He's a parolee, man.

You can't take him out of the country.

It's a felony.

Better than a b*llet in his head.

He got jammed up by the n*zi Brotherhood at Pelican Bay.

They put out a contract.

Yeah, we know. They had information on your whole family.

Mm-hmm.

There was this deputy that brings in heroin for the n*zi Brotherhood.

Cris turned the deputy to his g*ng... Southies.

Cut off the Nazis' main source of revenue.

This whole thing is about a drug deal?

The whites are making 9, 10 grand an ounce dealing heroin from the inside.

They want to make sure it doesn't happen again.

Wait. Wait. Wait. So, your brother's on parole.

He's got a contract on his head, so you take him to Mexico so that the... the n*zi Brotherhood can't touch him.

Only thing I could do for him... put him with my parents, law or no law.

What about the rest of your family?

One step at a time.

They're coming for Cristobal first.

We need to get them protection.

Yeah. We will.

So, you know that Kaleb sold out your family to the n*zi Brotherhood?

I think you know I do.

And where were you the night Kaleb was k*lled?

[scoffs]

That's what this is about?

Navarro, no one can get an alibi for you.

I was with Walt's mother... helping her for the funeral.

She'll tell you.

All right?

So, if I call her right now...?

Yeah. Call her.

[exhales sharply, laughs]

[door opens]

Whew!

[door closes]

Are you guys serious?

You been walking around thinking I did this?

Come on.

Terry... you know I'm not a k*ller.

I don't know.

Kaleb's dead.

You ran.

And it's family.

And when I found out what Kaleb did, I wanted him dead.

Truth!

But I can't snatch a life, bro.

I'm not built like that.

Hey, Dustin.

[cell door closes]

Where's Jamie?

Oh.

Neck-deep in Maker family research.

She must be bored.

Yeah, I don't think she ever gets bored.

So, in the meanwhile, I thought you might be able to help me with discovery.

What's discovery?

Oh, it's all the evidence from the crime scene and police investigation that the prosecution is going to withhold from us until the last possible second.

If you can fill in some of the answers here, we can be much better prepared.

Okay, why don't we start with... how'd you get the flash bombs?

I didn't.

Did Alfie?

Did Alfie what?

Get the flash bombs.

I know that they were traced back to the m*llitary base in Modesto.

How did you gain access?

Alfie's mom does administrative work for the base.

She sometimes works from home, even though she's not supposed to.

She wanted to keep an eye on him.

So, what, you accessed her computer?

Yep.

I created a shipment to a P.O. box that Alfie rented.

And how'd you get the rest of the weapons?

The AR15s... 80% receivers.

80% receiver?

80% completed.

They don't fire.

Officially, they're not real g*ns.

So it's legal to sell them to anyone.

We got ours online.

[chuckles]

Then we had them milled out to make them fully a*t*matic.

Okay. And who did the milling work for you?

Santa Claus.

[groans]

Look at me.

I said look at me!

[groans]

Look! Look at me!

Look at me.

Look. Look at me.

This... this is for Tenea.

[rapid g*nf*re]

[J Dash's "Down, Down, Down" plays]

♪ Okay, okay, okay ♪
♪ I spent $500 on a quartet ♪
♪ 458 with the paint wet ♪
♪ Click, no filter, tag with a blank check ♪
♪ Throwing money in the sky, baby, rain check ♪
♪ J Dash k*ll, it's a cold case ♪
♪ I ain't getting money, that's a bold face ♪

[engine shuts off]

[car door closes]

You lost?

I don't think so.

Are you Beau?

I want to know who's asking.

Jamie Nelson. I'm your nephew's attorney.

The media follow you? I don't want the media up here.

Nobody followed me.

Well, I don't know why you came.

I haven't seen Dustin for six years.

I don't know the kid.

He used to spend summers with you, right?

Years ago.

He obviously went nuts somewhere along the way.

They want to put him to death, right?

[door opens]

Yes, they do.

[door closes]

Lethal injection, or is it gas chamber still?

Lethal injection.

To save Dustin, I need to understand his whole life, not just what he did on that bus.

That's why I want to talk to you.

His mom said you two used to be close.

Hey, Dad. I'm going to Sienna's.

Try again.

May I go to Sienna's?

Back by 10:00, with your homework done.

Dustin would come here for a few weeks.

I'd put him to work with my boys... mowing lawns, cleaning the shop, stuff like that.

[sniffs]

Then I'd take him fishing and hunting once in a while.

[chuckles] Sounds like fun.

Wow.

Look at all this.

Did you teach Dustin how to work with these tools?

Here and there.

Always supervised, right?

Of course.

Yeah.

This looks like pretty dangerous stuff.

What about when he broke his arm?

You talking about when he was a little boy?

Yeah.

This is where it happened, right?

He was screwing around with the lathe.

His shirt got caught.

So he wasn't supervised.

You just let the kids play around in here?

No.

But kids do dumb sh*t all the time.

I think it's time for you to go.

Did you ever discipline Dustin... physically?

You're on my property, and I don't like your questions.

[breathing shakily]

Are you gonna hurt me now?

Not if you leave.

["Snake River Blues" plays]

♪ Well, I know I'm a sinner ♪
♪ But heaven knows you ain't no angel ♪
♪ Unh-unh ♪
♪ And this here revelation ♪
♪ Gets more salacious by the hour ♪
♪ Unh-unh ♪
♪ It's true I've made mistakes ♪

[car alarm activates]

♪ Please don't hang me with them snake river blues ♪

[indistinct conversations]

[chuckles]

Can I help you?

You can get the hell out of here, or you can wait for the police.

Excuse me?

You're drinking with a 15-year-old.

Where's this go next?

We're just friends.

I'm 21. I...

So, you have daddy issues, and you're gonna have sex-offender status if you get anywhere near her again.

I'm not bluffing.

You had no right to do that.

I had an obligation.

He been your boyfriend for long?

It's none of your business.

Who the hell are you, anyway?

I'm Dustin Maker's lawyer.

Whatever.

I don't have to talk to you.

Would you rather talk to your dad?

We can go see him right now.

You're scared of him getting angry.

Would he hurt you if he found out about this?

No.

Have you ever seen him hurt anybody... like Dustin?

Has he ever been violent with him?

Why are you trying to get me to say bad stuff about my dad?

So you can say everything Dustin did was his fault?

I just want you to tell me the truth.

You're not gonna get in trouble.

Boys can get wild.

My dad would discipline him.

My brothers, too.

But not you.

And yet... you don't seem like you're a very happy girl.

You seem like you're trying really hard to escape.

That doesn't mean my dad hurt me.

The only one who ever hit me was Dustin.

[police radio chatter, indistinct conversations]

[jackhammer pounding]

Man: Put that back about 10 feet.

Dump job, huh?

Drive-by. Fell in the hole.

sh**t were fairly liberal with the application.

There's a couple dozen b*ll*ts in each of them.

So they were making a statement.

Hildy: What do you got?

Witnesses saw multiple sh**t.

Took off in a small S.U.V. afterward.

Nobody got the plate.

Where are they now?

Terry: Ah.

[chuckles]

Thanks.

I'll be back.

Yeah.

Fellas.

They yours?

Yeah.

They Potrero.

Y'all see anything?

Nah.

Did you?

You, B?

Mnh-mnh.

So, y'all just rolled up, huh?

Just like you.

Just try to make sure y'all don't lose the bodies, like you did with Jalil.

Well, there's more metal in those bodies than blood.

So whoever's coming for y'all... they're coming hard.

Watch your backs.

Yeah, you too.

[sighs]

Amelia fell asleep in the middle of the book.

Demasiado lindo.

[sighs]

I'm back.

I'm not leaving again.

How long do you see us staying here?

I'm trying to figure it out, baby.

Just give me a little time.

For now, at least we're safe.

Why?

'Cause we got a bunch of matones protecting us from the Nazis or whoever?

I can't let the kids play out there, Edgar.

Come on. It's not that bad.

It's a crappy neighborhood. It's scary.

I'm doing the best I can, Marciella.

[sighs]

I know you are, baby.

You're taking care of us.

And you took care of Cristobal.

And I know none of it is your fault.

But this... [voice breaking] .. is not what I signed up for.

Marciella, por favor...

I got a voice in my head that wonders if you're gonna make it home alive every day.

[sighs] Come on.

I've learned to live with it 'cause I'm a cop's wife.

But I won't live in fear for my children, Edgar.

[sighs]

I can't.

I'll take them away before I do that.

Oh, don't say that.

Please don't say that.

I'll figure something out, okay?

Hey, Commander Criolla.

Veracruz.

I left you a message. Two, actually.

Well, you got me now. What's up?

I think you got a problem with your source... that tip you gave me.

What, the grow-house hit? Didn't that pan out?

There was no grow-house hit.

It was a meet at a Chinese restaurant.

A meet with who?

Suger Cascade and whoever was in there.

And the owner of the Chinese restaurant is Andy Chan, so you do the math.

Well, that's not nothing. What's the problem?

The problem is the mix-up, all right?

There's no mistaking The Yellow Dragon and a grow house.

I checked the electrical-company readings, and there's nothing unusual there.

And you heard about the sh**t in Potrero Heights and Chinatown, right?

Yeah. Yeah, I heard.

So, why was I sent to a meet between two gangs that are potentially at w*r?

Because somewhere along the line, the intel got compromised.

It happens.

I'm just saying I'd like to know what I'm walking into.

Oh. We all would, but it's not a game of perfect.

You need to learn how to deal with it.

I'm sorry we didn't do this earlier.

It took me a while to realize my mom wasn't gonna come get Kaleb's stuff.

Yeah. Yeah.

Makes it more real.

He made this when he was 12.

He wouldn't let me near it.

I know you can't give me a straight answer, but... do you have any idea who the k*ller might have been?

We're working on a few leads.

Uh, anything else come to mind that you might've forgotten last time we spoke?

No?

[exhales sharply]

A staged su1c1de.

The whole thing is just insane.

I know.

And I know what you all think, but I still don't believe that Kaleb k*lled Walt in the first place.

I know.

I mean, they were close... not just partners.

We all had dinner a month ago, and they were talking about their fantasy-football leagues and working together for The Union.

The Union?

Fraternal Order of the Police?

I guess.

They just called it "The Union."

[elevator bell dings]

All right.

Take care of yourself.

Molk: I'm just saying, as your partner, if you want me to cover for you...

Molk! Do me a favor... just stop talking.

[sighs]

Hey.

Just got off the phone with the U.S. Attorney's Office, Southern District.

Charges are officially dropped.

[sighs]

Thank you, Lieutenant.

I've got unmarked units taking shifts at the house.

Your family holding up?

Good.

How you doing?

[chuckles]

All right.

Just make sure you keep this family posted, all right?

Yes, sir.

Good.

Hey. We get anything from the sister?

Uh, no, not really.

[sighs]

All right, then I'm handing Kaleb's m*rder over to one of the Cold-Case guys... for now.

Okay.

Are you okay with that?

Yeah. Yeah. Leads are dry, so...

I want to normalize this room, stick to cases outside the building, all right?

The two vics in the ditch, the Chinatown hit.

Get us back on track.

Yeah.

Hey, what time are you gonna head over tonight?

Why? Uh, you gonna come by and kiss the ring?

[scoffs] I'm not kissing sh*t.

Louise wants to see her grandparents.

Get the hell out of my face, Molk!

What?!

Larry.

[door bursts open]

[breathing heavily]

[shouts in Spanish]

[breathing heavily]

[speaking Spanish]

[exhales]

Aw, Jesus! Can't I get a minute?!

Not this time.

What's going on, man?

[breathes deeply]

Marciella wants me to tell her when this thing with the Brotherhood is gonna be over.

And I don't have an answer for her. Do you?

[sighs]

Just got to ask her to be patient.

Patient... that's not gonna work.

She's scared for the kids.

Wants to take them to Florida.

Look, I know what you went through when you lost your wife.

[sighs]

And you came back to work.

But I'm telling you, man...

I can't do this without my family.

I lose them...

I've got nothing.

She said you hit her.

That's true.

Did you hurt her?

I don't know.

Did she cry or bleed?

[voice breaking] I did hurt her.

[sniffles]

I punched her... in the face.

Do you remember why?

Her brothers were making fun of me, and she started to copy them and [sniffles] uh... she went on for a week.

She didn't even understand what she was saying.

What was she saying?

[chuckles]

"Prissy boy."

We were playing football... and I fell.

And she just said it at the wrong time.

[sniffles]

I didn't even think about it. It just happened.

Did it make you feel bad?

I guess. I don't know.

Then why are you upset right now?

[sniffles]

Because my uncle... when he found out, he sent me back home.

[sniffles]

He said I could never come back.

And I never did.

Because you broke the rules... you hit a girl.

But your uncle taught you it was okay to hit boys and k*ll animals.

And I think he was the one who broke your arm when you were 6.

[sniffles]

I'm done.

Hey, while I'm setting up the grill, grab that extra t*nk of propane from the garage, will you?

And ask your mother what she did with my tongs... the new ones.

[clears throat]

Can I talk to you for a second, Pops?

Aw. Really?

I thought you came early to help out.

Noticed you shaved, too.

Congratulations. You know all my tells.

Well, it's not gonna do me any good, though, is it?

Somehow, still gonna be losing money here.

Can we just cut with all the bullshit, please, Pops?

All right.

How much?

$70,000.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Who the hell did you get into?

Couple different people.

[clears throat]

But The, uh, The Union bought my debt.

So, what do you need me for?

I can't pay it, Pops. That's the point.

There's no money.

I got two mortgage payments, the girls, Mary.

And does she know about all this?

'Course not.

Because you got it all under control, right?

[sighs heavily]

What's the payment plan?

Past couple months, Criolla has me working it off doing collections.

Criolla?

He's my Union connect.

He takes 10 grand off the top every time I knuckle up a civilian that they got under their thumb.

I'm hurting people, Pops.

It's not good.

Wait, wait, wait.

You're cracking heads for this Criolla or for The Union?

Union's been around since the Gold Rush.

It's always been cops helping cops, taking from the bad, giving to the good... good people who got real needs, not problems with their g*dd*mn self-control.

Okay, fine. You win. Okay?

But either way, I got a problem.

Can you help me or not?

I don't have 70 grand laying around, if that's what you're asking.

[door opens, indistinct conversation]

I'll talk to some people, see what I can do.

Hildy: Hello.

I hear the rumbling of a lou-lou monster!

Grandpa, I'm almost 12.

[chuckling] Hey, baby.

Hey, Dad. How's it going?

All right.

Whoa.

Share the wealth?

I just happen to have another glass right here.

All right.

[groans]

All right.

Cheers.

Yes, sir.

Mnh.

[drawer closes]

Oh, that's nice.

Yeah, gift from upstairs.

It pays to get sh*t, I guess, huh?

[chuckling] I heard that.

[clears throat]

[sniffs]

So, what's your take on Kaleb's m*rder?

Off the record.

Off the record?

It's a perfect crime.

Yeah.

Two cops dead, blue on blue, Navarro with a target on his back.

Not the way it's supposed to be.

Things unraveled after you went down, man.

I keep playing it back in my head, trying to figure out what I could've done differently.

Oh, Terry, come on.

All this would've happened whether it was you or me in this office.

I'm just glad it was you.

[laughing] I'll bet you were.

We'll get through this.

In the meantime, no one I'd rather have as my number 2.

Hey, who, uh, who calls the sh*ts for the n*zi Brotherhood at Pelican Bay?

Random, but I actually know this.

Um...

Hughes.

Jerry Hughes...?

Gerald Hughes.

Something like that.

Why?

'Cause I want to know who his number 2 is.

So, any hot dates on the horizon?

Uh, doubt it, Mom.

You know, the easiest way is to go online.

And you would know this because...?

Well, actually, the easiest way is to not date at all.

Well, what would be easier is if, you know, you and Terry just finally got together.

It's, uh, her partner... the black guy.

Over my dead body you're with a black.

Grandpa, that's r*cist.

Thank you.

Ah. Here we go.

Girls, will you help me?

Let me help.

Actually, you know what? No, no.

Sit down, please.

Sit down. Sit down.

It's 2015. Girls don't need to clear the table.

Black and white people are the same.

Gay people get married.

So... you need to get over it.

You're saying you're gay now?

[chuckles]

You should come here more often.

Makes your mother happy.

You want to make Mom happy, bring her to my house.

Not with that parking in your neighborhood.

[chuckling] No way.

Well, you can drop her off. You don't have to come in.

[laughs]

Smart-mouth.

Always thought that'd get you into trouble.

One of the reasons I didn't think you should be a cop.

Oh, God. Give me a break, please.

It's true. You can't just pop off at people on that job.

Dad, you didn't want me to be a cop because I'm a woman.

Not 'cause you're a woman... 'cause you're my daughter.

Okay, you know what? I don't want to do this right now.

Hildy, wait.

[sighs deeply]

God damn it.

I didn't come out here to get in an argument.

That's what we do, Dad.

Then just be quiet for a minute and let me say something.

I'm an old man... not with the times, but that doesn't mean I don't know some things.

I never...

What I know better than anything else is cops.

I been around them my whole life.

I know when they're scared.

I know when they're just making a check.

And I know when they're dirty.

Every once in a while, you see a great one, and it's obvious.

And that's you.

And I can't claim credit.

I know I tried to stop you.

But you never gave up.

You knew what you wanted.

[inhales deeply]

You proved me wrong.

Do me a favor. Keep an eye on your brother, will ya?

[blows]

Fatty B: Yo.

We need to talk.

Where's all this sh*t going, man?

Straight back at Chan.

What else you need to know?

And where's it supposed to end up?

I ain't no fortune-teller, bruh.

That man chopped up my sister, B.

My sister.

Tenea... she was the only good in my whole family, so this price is gonna be paid.

And we got your back, Sug.

Potrero for life.

All these little-ass n*gg*s want blood.

They gonna be right behind you.

Then half of us gonna come back dead.

w*r is w*r.

Yeah, but you putting up the whole future of Potrero for your sister.

And I hate to say it, but she ain't never coming back.

[door opens]

Man: Come on! Move!

Come on!

What the hell is this?

n*gga just rolled up.

I work for Andy Chan.

Hey, look, man, I didn't bring a w*apon.

So you must be really stupid.

Or you got a death wish.

I brought a message.

Mr. Chan wants a sit-down.

[indistinct conversations in Chinese]

["Come See Me Tonight" plays]

♪ Come see me tonight ♪
♪ It feels like the time is right ♪
♪ For a rendezvous ♪
♪ Only me and you ♪
♪ Don't wait, don't hesitate ♪
♪ It's our finest hour ♪

Sit down... please.

♪ You know the spark in there ♪

You play mah-jongg?

Nah. Dominos.

[conversing in Chinese]

I'm told you want a w*r. That's not good for business.

Business is business.

This is about blood.

Whose blood?

You k*lled my nephew.

And we took the boy who sh*t him.

And then you k*lled my sister.

Your sister? No.

You sent me her head in a box.

[chuckles]

[speaking Chinese]

I did not get where I am by doing something so stupid.

A smart businessman doesn't hold grudges or shed senseless blood, but just quietly does his job.

That's how you survive.

[speaking Chinese]

Ask around. I have plenty of enemies.

And nobody will tell you I operate this way.

The box came from you.

I don't know where this box came from.

And I'm truly sorry for your sister.

But it sounds like someone has tricked you.

And by doing that, they have tricked me, too.

It has cost me one of my best men.

You know who did this, then?

Somebody who wants us to be at w*r, disrupt our business arrangement.

Get us out the way... so that they can take it over for themselves.

[speaking Chinese]

[laughs]

Bottom line is that San Francisco isn't what it used to be.

Tech boom, prices through the roof.

It's a numbers game.

Union needed to widen the net, increase the revenue.

May I... may I call you Michael?

Of course.

You're obviously a smart man, so forgive me when I say you're missing the point.

I spent 30 years in The Union, making sure the guys we served with were taken care of.

When you bring in civilians, the circle's broken.

There's no code anymore.

That's... that's how you end up with cops cracking heads to make sure you get your debts paid.

We're managing just fine.

But I appreciate the advice... and everything you did in the past.

Is there something else I could do for you?

[chuckles]

Restructure my son's debt.

Spread it out. Lower the payments.

Make it something he can actually do.

That's what the original loan was.

And when he couldn't pay that, I gave him another option.

He didn't like that one, either.

So, where does that leave us?

With me asking you for a favor.

We're cops.

We take care of each other. Do this for me.

No. I'm a cop. You're retired, pal.

No.

You're a dirty piece of sh*t.

[chuckles]

I'm gonna shut you down.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

And who you gonna call? Huh?

The Union goes down, you go down with it... you and all those cops your heart bled for.

And then nobody's safe.

Including your kids.

It's a different world, Pops.

Do yourself a favor... go home, enjoy your pension.

Take your time.

Thought I had an attorney/bond visit.

The hell are you?

We are potentially your best friends.

I doubt it.

Okay... Neil Whitford.

You were an accountant on the outside.

That's not very interesting.

But then you committed multiple counts of fraud and embezzlement, couple years in Folsom, and, uh... is that where the n*zi Brotherhood picked you up?

Yeah, I'm guessing... yeah, 'cause that's where you stabbed one of your inmates.

What is that, some kind of initiation?

I just don't like black people.

Mnh.

Then I think he's r*cist.

Right. Well, so, prison m*rder got you in here, but, then, you've been a real go-getter.

Paid your dues, rose through the ranks, and now you're... what... second-in-command?

How long before you get to be king of the hill?

I'm not interested.

Oh? 'Cause we could do that for you... like next week.

I don't know who you are, but if you think you can put a hit on the sh*t caller, you're a couple of amateurs.

We're SFPD.

So there's not gonna be a hit.

But we can make a transfer happen.

So, let's say we transfer your boy to San Quentin.

Then you become the sh*t caller, right?

You run the prison.

Every drug, every dollar bill, every piece of ass goes through you.

But you're not interested.

What do you want?

There's a green light on a cop and his family... my partner.

His name is Edgar Navarro.

Make it go away.

We don't make deals with cops.

You sure?

'Cause maybe we should just transfer you.

To Allenwood.

Start you way back down at the bottom.

Mnh-mnh. What do you think about that?

It's on you, bruh.

What kind of change are you interested in?

Hey.

Terry.

We handled it.

[exhales sharply]

Thank you.

I should have told you everything.

Yeah, you should have.

I'm sorry.

[sighs]

Marciella. I got to call Marciella.

[cellphone buzzes]

[siren wails]

Koto: We sure it's her?

Tattoo was in her profile. It's definitely Sarah Tran.

Ugh. It shouldn't have gone down like this.

Roz: It looks like cause of death was asphyxiation.

Not drowning?

This gash goes all the way around her neck.

I'm thinking she was garroted.

That's old-school.

It's hard to tell what other trauma there was.

Let's just say the marine life was active.

I still have many more tests to run, but based on decomp, I'd say time of death was about six weeks ago.

[sighing] Oh, God.

Another cop dead.

Wait a second... if she's been dead six weeks, how did she leave a voicemail for her husband three weeks ago?

She couldn't.

So, who did?