02x12 - Number Thirty Nine

[bunniefuu]

[mariachi music playing]

[Alyssa laughs]

So, um... uh, so, when the twins take off to Tahoe or whatever for a show, part of my job was feeding the snake.

And, of course, one day, I get distracted, and the snake bites me.

My hand swells up to like twice its size, and I'm [laughing] freaking out.

And I call them, and I'm like, "Help.

Your snake just bit me.

I think I need to go to the hospital.

I don't have insurance or money to pay for it."

So the regular twin... she says, "Hold on."

The psychic twin gets on the phone, and she goes silent for a couple seconds, 'cause she was getting psychic on me on the phone.

[laughs] And, then, suddenly, she says, "Oh, you don't need to go to the hospital.

You're gonna be fine."

Then she fired me.

[laughing]

[laughing] I was like...

Oh.

What is it?

You're quiet.

If I could promise you that you would be safe, with a clean slate and no fear of your past...

[indistinct conversations]

Nobody can really promise that.

I would do everything I can.

And so would the department.

The department?

You need to tell me everything you're not telling me, Alyssa.

W-What exactly is your relationship with Junior McCormack?

You said you didn't care about my past.

I'm not talking about the past! I'm talking about last night.

You were supposed to pick up a package at Marina Green, and Junior called you and told you not to.

Waiter: For you, ma'am.

I need to know...

♪ ♪

I need to know who you were gonna deliver that package to.

♪ ♪

I saw the safe at your apartment.

You got to tell me what the hell is going on.

So you want information, so you show up at my place, all fake romantic.

You take me out to dinner. You liquor me up.

I can't lie to you. I care about you.

But you have to know... you have to know... that you are part of something that's so much bigger than you think.

People are dead because of it.

I don't want to help you?

God, I want to help you.

But you have to help me, too.

♪ ♪

[indistinct conversations]

Hey.

Hey.

So, I hear you're, uh, taking a leave.

You really don't want to work Ingleside, huh?

I can't do the job second-guessing myself, and I'm having a hard time knowing what's right and what's wrong.

I got to figure it out.

Well, I, uh, hope you do.

'Cause we need you here.

♪ ♪

Hildy: So, what, she just wouldn't give you the name?

Molk: No, I had to convince her to trust me.

But, I mean, she's ready to talk, and... and I just want to put some protections in place before she does.

Jesus Christ.

Molk, we don't know what this girl is into, all right?

She could have been involved in Kaleb's m*rder, Tran, Criolla.

O-Okay, okay, fine.

O-Once we clear her of that, then what?

[elevator bell dings]

Look, I get that you like this girl.

That's cool.

But I-I cannot give you any guarantees. She's...

Okay, you know what? Then I-I can't help you.

Molk, are you kidding right now?

D-Do I look like I'm kidding, Hildy?

Really, seriously?

Molk, Molk, Molk, what did you have in mind?

I want immunity.

Okay.

And... and relocation if necessary.

[Hildy scoffs]

All right. I'll take it to Koto.

Okay, thank you.

She better produce.

[siren wails in distance]

[telephone rings]

You okay?

Yeah. Molk's just got his head up his ass.

You think she's playing him, huh?

She's been playing him up until now.

Why would she change?

Yeah.

Oh.

[sighs]

[indistinct conversations]

What are you doing here?

I, uh, was getting the last of my stuff.

You know, um, I'm gonna get my sh*t together... clean myself up, rehab.

I owe it to the girls.

Yeah, you do.

I'm gonna get back to work.

Yeah, yeah. Go, go.

♪ ♪

[police radio chatter]

Hey.

[cellphone buzzes]

Inspector English.

Yeah.

[sighs]

♪ ♪

Okay. Thank you.

Koto went full Dragnet.

Uh, APB.

Units at all the transportation hubs.

We're gonna find her.

Okay, she wouldn't have just left, Terry, not on her own, okay?

Someone got to her, I promise.

Okay, okay.

Anything?

Uh, bunch of books on meditation, yoga DVDs, prescription for Ativan.

[device beeps]

Inspector.

Yeah?

I believe we're in.

We're all gonna share the wealth here, right?

Just, uh, open the safe, Jimmy.

[keypad beeping]

♪ ♪

Go ahead, Jimmy. Take as much as you want.

♪ ♪
♪ ♪

You know, in a year or two, weed's gonna be just like gum, sitting right there at the grocery store at the checkout line.

Transport, distro... it's all gonna be legal.

Business comes and goes.

Why diversification is important.

That's why we need to talk about that China white you bringing in.

Well, I'm getting out of that business.

It's dirty.

[engine turns over]

I hear you.

What if you had a partner to keep your hands clean?

Not interested.

Look, you give us your connect, we handle everything, take the risk.

You get half the profit.

Makes you invisible.

You interested now?

Tell your boss to come see me now that his legal issue has been resolved.

Suger ain't my boss no more.

Did you k*ll him?

All you need to know is he ain't coming back... and Potrero's mine.

♪ ♪

Okay, yes, in retrospect, I made a mistake leaving her alone, but that has nothing to do with our relationship.

Molky...

I mean, in point of fact, the real mistake that I made was... was not realizing how close the thr*at was.

What if there is no thr*at, Molky?

What if Alyssa's the one pulling the strings?

Oh, come on. I mean, isn't that what your brother thought about Torres? Come on!

Really? You're gonna go there?

[indistinct shouting]

Look, I know what you people think about me.

All right, enough, okay? It doesn't matter.

We just need to find her.

Navarro, go to the strip club.

See if you can identify any of the girls Junior was turning out.

Alyssa knew about them, maybe they know about her.

You... I need you at your desk. You are way too close to this.

Lieutenant, I...

That's... that's it.

[telephone ringing]

Koto.

Okay, yeah, thanks.

Hey, fresh body in Bayview.

You two are up.

Seriously?

Bayview?

Can you not put someone else on this, please?

I want to follow this thing to the end.

I know you got a stake in this, all right? We all do.

But we're Homicide, remember?

We've still got to do our jobs.

[sighs]

♪ ♪

Hey, B., what have we got?

Black male in his 20s, g*nsh*t wound to the head.

Anybody see anything?

No, not really. Uh, a couple witnesses saw a black escalade leaving the scene.

Black escalade. All right, what about plates?

Anybody I.D. the driver?

No.

Oh, boy.

Who are you, buddy?

Here's his wallet.

Thanks.

Winston Farmer, 22 years old.

Lives on Kirkwood, right around the corner.

See if you can find any video. The gas station might have something.

Yeah.

[police radio chatter]

Looks like he went for a walk to get snacks and got sh*t instead.

[police radio chatter]

We're sorry for your loss.

Winston was your...

Sherri: Nephew. nephew.

My sister's son.

I raised him since he was 2.

Do you remember what happened, if he had any beef with anyone?

I don't exactly know.

But there was some kind of argument at the party, but I didn't see it.

Do you remember what time that was, approximately?

Around 10:00.

I was putting the candles in the cake, and I could hear some yelling.

No idea what it was about.

But by the time I got into the living room, everything was fine.

Then I realized we didn't have no iced tea.

I forgot it.

So Winston jumps up, says he'll get some.

I told him no, but he wanted to.

That is... that's just like him.

It's his birthday, but he's getting the tea.

So I gave him $10.

That was the last time I saw him alive.

♪ ♪

Who else was at the party?

The whole neighborhood.

Everybody loved Winston.

♪ I'm a beast in the night ♪
♪ Creepin' up on ya to feast on your life ♪
♪ The demons inside are tellin' me to give you a reason to cry ♪
♪ And leave you to lie in blood ♪

Hell, no.

What about them?

Huh?

It's worth a sh*t. Come on.

Hey, did you guys know Winston?

Yeah.

You at the party last night?

I remember you.

Do you?

Mm-hmm. Pancake breakfast.

Mm-hmm.

You remember me, too, right?

[laughs]

I do.

Uh, we heard there was a fight at Winston's party.

Anybody see anything?

No.

I don't know anything about a fight.

Hildy: What about you?

I didn't see nothing.

We were just dancing.

Of course you were just dancing. Here, why don't you take this?

Oh, so what, you're giving me your number now?

Yeah, yeah.

[laughs]

If you remember anything, use it, or if you decide to, uh, help for once.

You stay out of trouble.

He's still fine, though.

Oh.

[engine turns over]

No, Mr. Garrett, I'm... I'm not asking for your daughter's personal information.

I-I... just as... as class secretary, I just want to make sure she has information for the class reunion.

Right, right.

So... so you haven't heard from her at all recently?

Okay, well, um... if she does call, maybe you can just pass along the message.

Thanks.

[cellphone buzzes]

♪ ♪
♪ ♪

[birds chirping]

Alyssa: David?

It's me!

Promise me you're alone.

I'm alone. Are you alone?

No, I'm having a party.

♪ ♪

Stand over there, please.

Alyssa: There's nobody here, David.

Why did you disappear?

I got scared.

Okay. Why didn't you call me?

I just texted you.

Three hours later... three hours later on a burner phone!

And the safe is empty!

Alyssa, the entire police force thinks that you played me.

I am trying to stay alive, okay?!

Never mind. Something happened, okay?

Some... something happened.

Tell me... tell me what happened, please?

Did you make a deal for me?

What?

You said that you were going to make a deal for me.

Yeah. Y-Yes!

Yes, I made the deal, yes.

Okay, okay. [sighs]

Okay, good. [sighs]

Okay, you want to know what happened?

He came to my apartment.

Who?

Is he in the building?

Yeah. He's, uh, at his desk.

Uh, we're gonna need warrants across the board... house, car.

Already underway.

Okay.

But, everybody, keep your cool, all right?

We may be looking at a m*rder*r here, but all we have right now is the money trail.

Let's go get him.

Yeah, the... the addresses don't match up, and the dates aren't the same.

Knubbins: Just do the best you can.

[knock at door]

Oh. Hey, Terry.

Hey, Theo. Can we have a minute?

Yeah, sure.

Thanks.

Hey, guys.

Looks like y'all want more than just a minute.

♪ ♪

Tarik: Inspectors...

Winston was my boy. I want to help.

It's the, uh, Bayview m*rder.

Go ahead.

Don't worry. I got this covered.

He's not going anywhere.

♪ ♪

[clears throat]

[sighs] Glad you could make it.

Oh, boy.

[door closes]

[sighs]

I saw the fight at Winston's party.

Okay. Who was involved?

A bunch of people.

But I know who started it.

The name is Rashad Carroll.

People call him R.C.

He's from the neighborhood?

Yeah. He's had a beef with Winston since ninth grade.

All right. I'm gonna see if I can round him up.

Okay, cool.

Uh, Rashad, R.C... he's, uh... does he run with Potrero?

Yeah.

[sighs]

You're a good kid.

You know you're gonna have to lay low, right?

You got a place you can go?

I got a cousin in Oakland.

Least it ain't Bayview.

♪ ♪

We believe you're the head man of The Union.

You've been running a criminal enterprise using cops as your soldiers.

[sighs]

I need to know everything you know, Knubbins.

You can start with the cash you kept in the floor of that apartment on Page.

♪ ♪

[scoffs]

[police radio chatter]

Inspectors. Lieutenant.

Thanks for the warm welcome.

♪ ♪

I guess I'll let myself in.

Mm-hmm.

♪ ♪

[door slams]

[sighs]

How do you afford Warren Daniels on a cop's salary?

Run a corruption ring.

[hip-hop music plays]

[police radio chatter]

[groans]

Man: Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

We I.D.'d him coming out of the Richmond apartments, followed him in here.

He put up much of a fight?

No, not really.

Get him up.

All right, stand up.

What are you doing, R.C.?

Ooh!

[Hildy groans, chuckles]

[chuckles]

Get him out of here.

That's right. Let the white cops fight for you. Punk ass!

Take it easy, buddy.

Piece of sh*t.

[groans]

You all right?

Oh, boy. Yes. Hell of a day.

[both chuckle]

Man: Hey, hey, what happened, man?

Woman: Kid in there?

Hey.

You remember where you were when the Dustin Maker verdict came in?

[indistinct conversations]

Wait, hold on.

[camera shutters clicking]

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

[door closes]

Be seated.

This is criminal case 0329215, the state of California vs. Dustin Maker.

The matter at hand is the imposition of sentencing pursuant to the defendant's decision to plead guilty to all counts of the indictment, the government's finding of special circumstances, and a recommendation of the death penalty.

Appearing for the government.

[clears throat]

Mario Siletti, Your Honor.

With me, Ryan Bolton and Megan Trevall.

For the defense?

Jamie Nelson, Your Honor. To my left is Aaron Mazur.

And Dustin Maker is present, as well.

Mr. Maker, California law provides you the right of elocution.

Under oath and subject to cross-examination, do you wish to make a statement before I render my judgment?

No, Your Honor.

Then I am prepared to impose sentencing of the defendant.

Please rise.

Dustin Maker, you chose to waive your rights to a jury trial.

Therefore, I have heard the arguments and reviewed the facts of this case, and the responsibility for weighing the aggravating factors against the mitigating factors rests solely with me.

As aggravation, I find that the manner in which you committed these crimes was particularly cruel and heinous.

These crimes were committed with multiple deadly weapons and were the result of extensive planning.

I also consider as an aggravating factor the emotional damages inflicted on the families of the victims and the community at large as a result of your actions.

As mitigation, I have taken into account the fact that you have no prior criminal record, evidence of some mental-health issues, as well as your childhood history, family background, and your age.

I have considered the influence Mr. Rentman had in planning these crimes, as well as your expression of remorse for what you did.

According to the state penal code, the aggravating factors in this case meet the guidelines for the imposition of a sentence of death.

After careful examination, it seems clear that the mitigating factors, while not insignificant, are far outweighed by the aggravating factors in this case.

Therefore... it is my judgment that the defendant, Dustin Maker, is sentenced to death.

Mr. Maker, you are ordered committed to the custody of the government until exhaustion of the procedures for appeal.

Dustin...

Dustin, look at me.

This isn't over.

There's gonna be years of appeals, and I'm not going to leave you, I promise you.

I'm going to be by your side the whole way.

[sobs]

♪ ♪

[telephone rings in distance]

[computer beeps]

Holy sh*t.

♪ ♪

What?

I got something, sir.

Thank you for your support.

Gentlemen, please.

Appreciate it.

[chuckles] Big day, Mario.

Thank you.

Yes. It's a good day.

Listen, we know you got to meet with the media to have your moment in the sun, so we'll make this quick.

Congratulations.

You just blew any chance you had of being elected D.A. of San Francisco.

The good news is you have become a hero to the Conservative Party.

To get the death penalty in a liberal stronghold like this... stunning.

So our suggestion to you... and just planting a seed here... is for you to start thinking beyond San Francisco.

Think Sacramento instead.

Attorney General Mario Siletti.

[chuckles]

The Party's prepared to back you, uh, assuming you're interested.

Uh... wow.

I-I'm interested, yeah.

[knock on door]

Lieutenant Koto's on the line.

I'll call him back, Barbara.

There's a situation.

[sighs]

Uh, we'll leave you to it.

Thanks.

But we will most definitely be in touch.

[sighs]

This better be good.

Let me see if I can find a room to put him in.

Just make room on your face, baby doll.

I'll be happy to sit there.

I'm sorry. What was that?

Ow! What did you say?

I'm about to file charges on Knubbins.

You two gonna watch?

For what?

m*rder one.

Hell, yeah.

All right. [chuckles]

See you in a minute.

All right, sexy, let's put you on ice.

We're formally charging you with the m*rder of Michael Criolla.

Daniels: On what evidence?

We have more than enough.

Care to be specific?

Not at this time.

[chuckles]

I'd hate to think your recent victory has gone to your head, Mario.

Save your breath.

We're executing warrants on every inch of your client's life.

What do we have, exactly?

Keefer found encrypted E-mails on one of his hard drives.

A few days before Criolla's m*rder, Knubbins reached out to a lawyer with ties to the Menendez Cartel, asked for a professional who can make somebody go away.

Terry: Bruja Blanca.

Is that a real thing?

What do you think?

Siletti likes it.

Michael Criolla was a bad man, a dirty cop.

He was involved in loan-sharking and racketeering.

He was also violent.

I'm not gonna justify his m*rder, but the world is a better place without him in it.

Okay. You've teed me up.

My client admits to nothing.

However, if he were to confess to the k*lling of Criolla, it would be with the understanding that he did so because he felt he had no other choice, that he feared his own life was in danger from this man.

Are you actually trying to sell me on self-defense?

The victim was inside a jail cell.

Don't be naive.

There are entire criminal enterprises being run out of the prison system.

Criolla was far from powerless.

Voluntary manslaughter, 7 to 10 years, parole after 4.

Lompoc would be nice.

Four years?!

God, the balls on that guy.

Well, much as I'm sure your client would enjoy playing volleyball with a gaggle of white-collar criminals, we're talking about m*rder here, and we have reason to believe that it was more than just Criolla.

By "reason to believe," you mean "no evidence whatsoever."

It's early.

Hmm.

And yet the clock is still ticking.

Our offer is on the table for... 30 minutes.

So you are making an offer to me?

You seem to think that my client is somehow involved in a widespread police-corruption ring.

So what do you think we're talking about here?

20 dirty cops, 30?

Just speaking hypothetically, but it seems to me that someone with his eye on a job in Sacramento would prefer to be known as the guy who rooted out all those bad apples, not the buffoon who left them to poison the department from the inside.

I don't give a sh*t about Sacramento.

My concern is for the people inside and outside of this building.

Of course it is.

[chuckles]

Take the deal, Mario.

Everybody wins.

♪ ♪

[indistinct conversations]

You just put Dustin Maker to death, and this guy gets a slap on the wrist?

Apples and oranges, Hildy. You know that.

We got 24 corrupt cops going down because of him.

[sighs]

Is it true what they're saying... you're running for election somewhere?

Come on. That's not what this is about.

It's not?

No.

This is good for all of us.

[scoffs]

Walt Martin, Kaleb Peat, Sarah Tran... is it good for them?

Incontrovertible evidence, which you don't have a shred of.

Okay. I'm gonna go speak to Knubbins.

Be my guest.

[clears throat]

What is it, Inspectors?

You already got a confession.

Just give us a couple of minutes.

We're, uh, waiting on the paperwork.

I, uh, get your frustration.

Been there myself.

I spent way too many years being powerless in this job.

Hildy: Is that what The Union was for you... power, chance to be the head man?

Uh, we don't know anything about this "head man" you keep referencing.

Right.

All right, well, uh, hypothetically, Captain, let's say this head man did exist.

You'd know how he operates, right, uh... with everything you've seen, been through?

Well, if y'all want to talk hypotheticals, I can have that conversation all day.

To what end?

Well, let's say hypothetically that the head man is working in a system where cops take care of cops.

Why, then, would this head man k*ll cops?

Understand that your hypothetical question is getting a strictly hypothetical answer.

I understand, thanks.

As I imagine the head man, I don't think he would make it his business to k*ll cops.

But when mistakes are made and those mistakes can undo the system, theoretically, somebody needs to do something.

So, then, theoretically, this head man could have, uh, ordered Kaleb Peat to k*ll Walt?

Theoretically.

Why?

I mean, was Walt having second thoughts about The Union?

Was he threatening to expose them? Or...

Or in this hypothetical scenario, maybe Walt and Kaleb, uh, had something to do with that Sarah Tran m*rder.

Say you got this stripper, and she figures out what The Union is doing down at the strip club.

She starts feeling, uh, entitled to a piece of the action.

Maybe the head man told these two cops to get rid of her.

Huh.

This head man is smart.

So he orders one of his captains, Criolla...

Mm.

...to leave a voice message for Sarah Tran's husband, telling him that she, uh... she ran off.

Did they know that Sarah Tran was an undercover cop?

Daniels: Inspector, we've been over...

Hypothetically... did Walt and Kaleb know that Sarah Tran was undercover?

Be more interesting if they found out after they k*lled her.

Okay, so then... so then Walt's, uh, conscience gets the best of him.

He wants to, uh... he wants to come forward.

The head man orders Kaleb to k*ll Walt.

But then Kaleb messes up, uses his own g*n.

Now the head man's scared that Kaleb's gonna get caught and start talking.

So...

So he kills him and makes it look like a su1c1de.

Again, I want to remind...

Hypothetically!

♪ ♪

Now, the M.E. figures out that Kaleb's su1c1de is staged.

At the same time, Sarah Tran's body washes up.

But the head man figures out a way to make it all go away.

He knows the cops are eventually gonna trace the voicemail, so he plants Sarah Tran's m*rder w*apon at Criolla's house... enough to frame him for the m*rder, right?

Knowing that if Criolla got k*lled without defending himself, he would go down as Sarah Tran's k*ller.

That case goes away.

Kaleb and Walt... they're not connected, and this head man gets off scot-free.

And that brings us to the end of story time.

Thank you both.

♪ ♪

Terry: God damn you. I looked up to you.

I told everybody you were a good cop and a good man.

I don't understand where it all went wrong.

How did it get so bad?

Well, hypothetically, if the thing got too big...

Ernie...

...if there were too many mouths to be fed, too many things that could go wrong, the head man couldn't just walk away.

He wouldn't be able to.

He'd know that the thing would crumble and that there would be blowback.

Then he'd have to find new ways to keep the thing operational.

He might have to start making compromises.

Instead of taking money from the criminals, he can start doing business with them...

Andy Chan, Suger Cascade.

Hitting grow houses, Union cops looking the other way, taking a piece of the profit.

But still, he's got all those mouths to feed.

It'd be a lot better if he got half the pie instead of splitting it three ways.

[sighs]

So then he creates a w*r between them... and he kills Suger's sister and makes it look like Chan.

How are those theories working out for you now?

What are all those years on the force telling you now?

That it's possible... hypothetically.

And now we really are done.

Your client just confessed to k*lling five people.

Do you really think this third-person, hypothetical bullshit means anything?

It does in the eyes of the law.

Tenea Cascade was dismembered and shipped in a g*dd*mn box to her brother.

Did he tell you that?

Did he tell you how he k*lled Sarah Tran... with a garrote around her neck?

Did he tell you that?

For every corrupt cop you give up, there are twice as many people who lost someone they love, people who will now be having nightmares for the rest of their lives because of you.

I swear to God, it makes my skin crawl to be near either one of you right now.

Daniels: Regardless of your remarkably thin skin...

Easy.

...i have an obligation to do my job to the best of my ability, and not just for my client.

Without people like me, people like you go unchecked and run rampant.

And unlike you, I have the proof to back up my claim.

Just take a look at the sorry state of your department.

Take a look at your own family.

You better watch your mouth, old man.

Truth's a bitch, huh?

But, hey [chuckles] I'm not the enemy.

You are.

[Borns' "10,000 Emerald Pools" plays]

♪ Down to the bottom, 10,000 emerald pools ♪

There you are.

Thanks.

Thank you.

♪ Down to the bottom, 10,000 emerald pools ♪
♪ Under water ♪
♪ Time is standing still ♪
♪ You're the treasure ♪

Man: Beer?

♪ Dive down deeper still ♪
♪ All I need is you ♪

I like what I like.

I still can't believe that you came.

♪ All I need is you ♪

Who doesn't want to go to Tahiti?

♪ Hey ♪
♪ Dive down deeper still ♪
♪ All I need is you ♪
♪ You're all I need to breathe ♪
♪ All I need is you ♪

Ooh.

I got to get out of here.

You gonna be here much longer?

Yeah. I've still got stuff to do.

15 more minutes.

You go ahead.

Okay.

This kid that R.C. sh*t, Winston... totally innocent, just like the kids on that school bus.

But his story will end up buried in the paper somewhere, and no one will ever know.

Well, you solved the case, so... does it really matter?

I wish it didn't.

[sighs] I don't know.

I just feel like we're surrounded by corruption and political bullshit, and I just need something to believe in.

Well, everybody seems to let you down eventually... so I don't know.

[sighs]

Not you.

[chuckles]

[sighs]

[sighs]

Okay. Uh... you're a good cop.

[chuckles]

Believe in that.

[inhales deeply]

♪ ♪

Hi, sweetie. It's mommy.

Yeah. I'm coming home.