All language subtitles for Fatal Attraction s01e06 The Dillingers.eng

Previously on
Fatal Attraction...

- Hi.
- Hold on.

God...

- Beatrice. Here for Kosna?
- Oh. Yep.

It's been a while since
I've been up against

one of Norman's juries.

I have a thing with Macksey.

- Oh.
- Mm.

Okay, so just... Shh.

You ever hear any rumors
about Alex?

I did see her on
the fifth floor once.

She was arguing with this guy.

I think he was in Legal Aid.

- DAN: What's all this?
- The rest of the prints came back. Two more hits.

We now have Olena Kuzma
and Elijah Acosta.

MAUREEN: Is there somewhere
else Ellen would go?

What do you mean?
Did you go to our house?

What is it? What's the matter?

MAUREEN: I'm there now, Dan.
I don't see her.

Ellen?

I found her half a block away.

Oh, my God. Ellen,
Daddy's not mad at you.

- Dan. Dan!
- I just need you to try and remember.

- Did they tell you anything?
- You need to calm down.

- Did they tell you
where they took you? - Enough!

- Did she tell you who she was?
- Come here, baby.

(grunting)

What is wrong with you?!

(grunting)

I don't fucking care anymore.

I'm gonna call in every
favor from anyone

who has ever owed me anything

to make sure that you go away.

♪ ♪

(indistinct chatter)

(elevator dings)

It's my first day,
so I don't know anything.

But am I crazy? Where is 3100?

Uh, yeah, Victim Services?

Other way.

But the sign says that the
even numbers are to the right

and the odd numbers
are to the left.

Well, if you want
to trust signage.

I just know 3100
is to your left.

Because bureaucracy, or...?

Or because confusion weeds out

the people who aren't that
motivated in the first place?

Who knows?

(chuckling): Right.

Okay, well, here I go.

I might be shouting out
your name to come help me.

Well, I'll still be right here
because: these elevators.

What is your name?

Oh, sorry, I'm Clay.

DAN:
It sounds dramatic,

but I feel like I have
to say it anyway,

without you,
there would be no justice.

As a direct result of
the actions of the defendant,

a mother of four can't be
with us here today.

A grandmother of two,
a beloved colleague,

trusted friend, can't be here.

Lucilla Mendes cannot
take the stand

and tell you what
the defendant did to her,

because he murdered her.

And so since she can't be here,

I am.

To be her voice.

To speak for the actual victim
in this crime.

In the hope and the confident
belief that ultimately

you will choose
to speak for her, too.

Second time in two weeks I heard
him do "voice of the victim."

Can't even be bothered
to write new material.

Must be nice.

Don't give me that look.
I'm mad at you, too.

So, there you go.
Everybody's mad at everybody.

Oh, hi. I'm Emma.

I live here.

If you need anything whenever,

just feel free to knock.

Thank you. Um, I'm Alex.

- Hi.
- I need them to fix the elevator.

Oh, I know.
It's so temperamental.

I've just taught myself
to live without it.

You've met Luis?

The super? Mm. Yeah.

Anything else about
the building,

or your unit, he can help you.

Just... not the elevator?

Just not that,
that its own thing.

Oh, detergent?

Does he have detergent?

No, no, no, could--
Do you have any detergent

that I could borrow?

Oh, do I? (laughs)

I absolutely do, sorry.

Would you like me
to bring some over?

- No, I can...
- Oh. Oh, great.

Yeah. Oh...

Are you allergic
to cats or dogs?

You have cats and dogs?

No, but if you're
not allergic to them,

you won't be to rabbits either.

Come here. Come here.

(laughs)

This is Eddie Rabbitt.

You're not old enough
to know who that is.

No, I-I definitely am.
The, um...

♪ Oh, I'm drivin' my life away ♪

♪ Lookin' for a better way. ♪

- Yeah.
- (both laughing)

Exactly.

Oh, do you need fabric softener?

- No, that I am allergic to.
- Okay.

Well, come on in.

- He wanted someone to talk at.
- Mm.

Just coked out of his mind.

And then my other housemate
was a health nut

who used to go through
my groceries

and throw away stuff because
it was bad for me.

- No.
- Mm-hmm.

- No.
- (laughing)

I only didn't live alone
once and that, I mean,

all three of my housemates,
kind of slobs,

very gossipy,

so I tried not to be home a lot.

I don't blame you.

Yeah, and then one of them,

her mom actually bought the
house and put it in her name.

Because I guess it made
more sense for her to...

get a mortgage
and charge rent than to...

pay rent, so she was
actually our landlord.

- Oh.
- Yeah.

And then when I dropped out,

she made this whole federal case

about how I was
breaking the lease

and I needed to honor it

even though the whole reason
why I was living there

in the first place
was to go to school.

So...

I...

invoked the city brothel law,

which then made all
three of our tenancies

illegal technically because
you can't have four persons

living under the same roof,
unrelated persons.

Hmm.

You dropped out of law school?

I thought you said
you graduated.

Did I? So?
I mean, you didn't even go.

I know.

- I'm not saying I care.
- Good.

Because why would you care?

It's, like, none
of your business.

It really isn't.

My mother still
doesn't understand

how they let me work
in Legal Aid

even though I'm not a lawyer.

She also doesn't know
what a clerk does.

But because I'm a clerk,

she assumes it must
be something stupid.

And maintenance had been
screwing around with whatever

electrical problem above
the wall in the landing,

for like a month, so I
thought they would notice

the fire door was broken
and fix it, but...

I mean, in retrospect,
I don't even know

what I was worried about.

Anyway, uh...

(chuckles)

How great is that, right?

For returning to like...

mental factory settings.

It's so much from up here.

You can see so much
of it all at once.

It makes you realize...

whatever's bothering you,

you just have to let it go.

Alex?

Oh, hi, hon.

I just got your note.

I wasn't here.

I was visiting my daughter,
the one in Vallejo.

I don't need to know
where you were.

Hey. How about dinner later?

I know you love enchiladas.

And I'm on my way to the market.

Okay...

But... are you
all right, though?

Your note said
you wanted to talk.

Did whatever it was
work itself out?

You know, Joanne
is in her third trimester,

with a toddler,

so when she calls
for reinforcements,

Mom has to answer.

But I'm...

really sorry I wasn't here
if you needed me.

I don't care what you are.

I don't care about you.

At all.

(door slams)

- (distant siren wailing)
- (music playing faintly)

CLAY: Okay, and then it's
gonna be two other teaspoons

of sesame seeds...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, that's--
You're not done.

Well, the recipe
says two cloves.

Yeah, two. That means
like eight for me.

And it says to mince it.
This is...

I don't even know what this is.

Mincing is small...
It's like little, tiny pieces.

- Oh.
- Yeah. See?

Way smaller than that.

- Okay.
- Okay?

(laughs) And I don't do measured
teaspoons, by the way.

Spices, I just like scoop it.

Like, even the cayenne.
Just, you scoop it.

If you're gonna season
something, you season it, right?

You got to remind yourself
that you're alive.

Don't make that face. Don't.

I know that you-- You say
you don't like spicy things,

I know that you do.
Remember the-the...

curry, the Thai beef
curry thing?

I remember all the openings
in my face exploding.

Okay, well, good.

Because that's kind of
the point.

(laughter)

(chopping)

♪ She cries your name ♪

♪ ♪

Do you remember
what else happened

the night we got the Thai food?

I mean...

I remember how you
don't say anything

about anything when it's
supposedly actually happening.

Because you like to stew
and then twist it around

and then blindside me
with all the crazy shit

that I apparently said
and did, which I guess

we're about to do
right now, so...

- Alex.
- ...go for it.

What? What? Let me guess.

It reminds you of growing up
in your house

when you were a kid, right?

I've never said that.

Okay, fine, you haven't
used those exact words, but y...

But maybe, maybe I am
saying it now.

My mom's been so unhappy
my whole life.

Torment is the word.

So afraid of being wrong,

people judging her, leaving her.

And so angry about being afraid.

And it's hopeless.

She'll never get help now.

Because feeling better now

after all this time,
or even different...

would be like an indictment
of her entire life.

♪ Three times again... ♪

And...

Alex, it would hurt me a lot,

but to help you...

Alex, I would give up...

whatever we are to each other

for you not to be in pain.

We're nothing.

♪ ♪

Okay, okay, then whatever
we could be.

Nothing!

We're nothing!

We're nothing. We are nothing.

Get out.

Get out.

- Okay. Okay, okay.
- Go!

Yeah. This is fine.

And now that I got
my work phone,

I can just call myself an Uber,

don't even have to carry
it all on the bus.

All right. But you have to go

to the one down on Barrington.

You can't go to close Ralph's.

It's not big enough.

And you can't count on it
having everything that you want.

Speaking from experience,
sounds like.

Well, just if you don't get the
good kind of rice cracker mix

and the right brand
of tonic water,

she and her pinochle pals
will tear you apart.

All right, let me
double-check your list.

Okay, if this gets
too complicated for you,

I can go tomorrow.
Just if we don't get down

to the court clerk today,

we're gonna have to wait
until after Dawn

gets back from vacation.

Anyone can get us whatever
we want

on Olena Kuzma, but we need
Dawn to help us with Elijah.

We got a mugshot, no rap sheet.

Somebody with actual access,

they're gonna
have to fucking dig.

And what about Benny's guy?

The one he saw arguing
with Alex?

Biff, Smith, Cliff
from Legal Aid?

There could be
a relationship there.

Something went bad...

Yeah, I-- Am I gonna bet

the farm on Benny Diaz's memory

15 years after the fact?
Eh, eh, ah, I don't know.

- If I have time.
- You just don't want to go to Legal Aid.

(stammering, chuckling)

Does Ruth Gurian
still work there?

Ah...

Holy shit, Mike.

Yes, because giant tortoises
live for 300 years. Fuck.

We don't have to relitigate

the history between Legal Aid
and the police department,

all we need is for you
to go ask your good friend Ruth

if she remembers a tall,
white khaki

named Biff Smithcliff
who used to work there.

- Ah.
- And don't worry.

She's not gonna eat all of you.

She'll leave the bones.

Well, all you have to do
is get the sesame sticks,

and try not to get arrested.

Thank you.

Tell Ruth I said hi.

♪ ♪

Hey. How's it going?

Quick question...

Don't talk to him, Anthony.

Well, hi, Ruth.

You were hoping
I wouldn't be here, I bet.

Well, I was, but really,
where else would you be?

Oh, you mean because
I have no life?

- Your knives need
sharpening, shithead. - Mm.

And, yeah, they're gonna have
to carry me out of here,

but they ran you out
of here on a rail, right?

Had to jump before
you got pushed?

"Sometimes there's God
so quickly."

Now how it happened, Anthony.

Mike was Robbery-Homicide.

After that, he ran
Investigations Bureau.

We all spent a lot of hours

here mongoosing against your
cobra ass back in the day.

Why he is not off with
his cronies

goose-stepping in Northern
Idaho now, I do not know.

I just know that whatever
he's asking for

from anyone in this office
he doesn't get.

Ruth, hey, 15 years ago,

there was a guy working here,
Cliff or Smith.

Something like that.

In this office, 2008.
Possibly a Biff.

- The fuck is a Biff?
- Okay, this has been terrific...

I mean, do you hear yourself?

Fuck off, Baconator.

Thank you for your time.

Lovely.

Good luck, bud.

GABRIEL: This like a "one day
at a time" kind of thing?

COURT OFFICER: Well, they just
call me in when they need me.

That's not a bad gig.
All right, man.

- Good to see you.
- All right, you too.

Take care.

What's this now?

What? I can't ask
how it's going?

Oh, sure, you can.

But since your BFF was
just here trying to jam me up,

what are the odds you came by
to say fucking hi

after however many years?

Tell me I'm wrong.

I'm just playing
catch-up here, okay?

Whatever you two are up to,

you better leave me
out of that shit.

But I'm not sure
how Dan presented this...

Say anything else, I'm gonna
think you didn't hear me.

Sorry for the misunderstanding.

(muffled thudding)

♪ ♪

(door opens)

DAN: And you'll
have to do it yourself.

(door slams)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

I still stayed up
to watch the end.

Again, I can't say
it doesn't hold up.

Well, I'm not saying that,

I'm saying Hollywood never gets
that these officers

would all be young fucking guys.

Right? They got to make it
to the end of fields

full of snipers, climb,
you know, hundred-foot cliffs,

and that's before you even
engage with the goddamn enemy.

Right? You know, a 45-year-old
guy gets a load of that shit,

he got to lie down first.

- Hey.
- Earl.

Thank Christ.

I was starting to worry RHD
was gonna punt on this one.

Here you go, pal.

Where's the body?

MULLINS: I don't know.
Started out as a wellness check,

then they found this,
what you see here.

Super says the tenant's
a lady named Forrest.

That stuff there
I just gave you,

seems like she does something
for the DA's office.

No body, no weapon,
lots of blood.

This potato is hot.

- All right.
- All right.

- Have fun.
- Mm-hmm.

(line ringing)

CINDY:
District attorney's office,

human resources.

Hey, Cindy, it's Earl.

Hey, you guys pick a school yet
or what?

While we wait for USC

we're pretending we're gonna
let him go to Florida.

Oof. That's a dangerous game
you're playing.

Hey, can you check if you guys
got someone working there

named, uh, Alexandra Forrest?

Checking.

- Yeah, Victim Services.
- Hmm.

Picture to start?

- Send you a screenshot now.
- My girl.

Fight On To Victory, Cindy Lou.

(laughing)

Hey.

- Your dad serve?
- Marines.

Yeah. Army. Mine was
a lieutenant, he was like 23.

You know, you just got
all these movies with these

Tom Hankses and goddamn
Sizemores playing the captains

and sergeants when in reality
they'd be like,

"What are all these old fucking
people doing on this bridge?"

That's what I'm saying.

- (chuckles)
- (phone chimes)

MIKE: I'm waiting to go to
grand jury still, I can't leave.

I'm gonna come pull you out.
We got to get on this.

No, I'm-- How's that gonna look?

Just stay focused,
we need to lay out

a pretty precise
timeline for the Feds.

Just think about that.

You have someone specific
we can go to?

Schiller. Former New York guy.

About as normal as they come
in the Bureau.

- You think he'll bite?
- Yeah.

One thing those jarheads
love is kid kidnappings.

Just sit tight.
We'll turn the tide.

See you as soon as I'm done.

(door opening)

Hey.

We've, uh...

We have got a situation, okay?

A woman named, uh,
Alexandra Forrest,

she's saying that you
assaulted her last night.

What?

What does that even mean?

Hey, look,
first off, we're good.

Okay? She made the complaint
over the phone to Carmen,

Carmen knows that I know you,

so she gave me a heads-up
and I pulled it.

So, that's where we're starting.

Thank you, Earl.

Yeah, but we still got
to get in front of it.

This ain't the old days
where you could just tear it up

and put it in
the circular file, right?

You got to...
You got to give me something.

Anything solid
to make this go away.

(sighs)

She's a stalker.

If that's what you mean.

Conchita put her on
a couple of my cases.

And then she just became...

I mean, obsessed
is the only word.

She was up here all the time.

She followed me down
into the garage once.

Crazy shit like that. I mean...

It got to the point where
I was ducking and covering

all over the building just
to be able to do my job.

Jesus. Y-You make
a report of her?

Just... nutcase insurance?

I thought about it, but...

Ultimately, I didn't, I...
(sighs)

You know what a gossip mill
this building is.

A-And I was hoping that she
would just come to her senses.

You know, I didn't want
to end her career.

But now with this...

Well, no good deed
unpunished, huh?

Yeah. Right?

What a fucking mess.

Well, uh, the good news is,

uh, her complaint
was pretty specific.

You showed up at
her place last night,

you came in, you assaulted her.

But till last night,
where you really were was...

At home, with my family.

Yeah. (sniffs)

This woman needs help, Earl.

It's... It'd be sad
if it wasn't so terrifying

how delusional she is.

I don't even know
where she lives.

This...

...is some messy shit.

Yeah, obviously.

But she's lying.

So, just let me know
what else you need from me.

Yeah, I need to...

figure out what to do
about how your prints

are all over her place,
you don't even know where it is.

All over a bathroom sink,

kitchen, bedframe,
that you say you've never seen.

It's a fucking conundrum.

Or is it?

She is a fucking psycho, Earl.

You go brace her, I promise you
her story won't hold up.

Just talk to her for ten minutes
and you will understand.

I would if I could,
but she's dead.

What?

Where is the body?

I was hoping you would tell me.

Earl, you don't know
the kind of person

that we're dealing with here.

Okay? Sh--

She broke into my home.

I'm pretty sure that she
had something to do with

my mother-in-law's death,

and she took my fucking kid,

she kidnapped her
right off the bus.

(scoffs)

The Rubidoh case.

I told her about
Sylvia Rubidoh, I told--

I told her that
I couldn't charge the case

because I didn't have the body

and I was worried that the
victim was gonna walking in...

She is fucking with me.

Do you see that?
This is what she does.

She's fucking with me.
It's like a game for her.

(sighs)

You're saying this whole thing's
a frame-up?

She's framing you,
t-that's what you're saying?

So I guess you're
not gonna tell me

where you put her at, huh?

(sighs)

Okay.

So here's what's gonna happen.

I'm gonna find her body.

And then I'm gonna put you
under the prison. Okay?

Y-You got nothing to say now?

See, that's not like you.

You always got something to say.

MARCELLA:
Okay, what is it?

I don't even know how to
say this to you, Marcella.

A woman is missing.

Alexandra Forrest is missing
and Earl Brooker

presumes that she's dead.

And he thinks that I had
something to do with it.

Oh, Jesus, okay.

I know, I know, but
I need you to-to...

call RHD and...

What's his boss's name?
I'm blanking on the name.

- Hailey.
- Yes. Hailey.

So, I need you to call Hailey.

This is a flex.
Earl is fucking with me.

And you, because you're my boss.

He's so obsessed with
all the power moves

that everybody else is making,

he's trying to make
a power move on us.

Okay, well, let me just, uh...

catch up with you here, um...

Okay. Alexandra Forrest.

I'm only asking so I know.

Is the Alex Forrest
who vouched for you

when Jeanette Ruiz
was looking into...

Okay.

Is there any more context
to all that?

Something I should know?

No.

Well, just in light of what
you're saying now,

because this...

(sighs) It's a very long limb
I'm about to go out on for you.

I know. I know.

You also know that
I am your friend,

who's gonna do everything
I can for you.

Which is a lot.

Okay?

All right, LAPD.
It's its own thing.

So I'm gonna need as much
information as I can get, right?

Because if they know
more than I do going in,

I'll be fucked.

So, I just want to ask
those questions that

I already have the answers to.

So, Dan, please...

Okay?

Did you?

Were you...

involved with her, at all?

With Alex Forrest.

Oh, my God.

What's the matter?

How could you do this to me?

How could you think
that I'm involved in this?

- (Dan sighs)
- (line beeps)

(Dan scoffs)

(door opens)

MARCELLA: Don't forget
to keep your housekeys.

They're gonna need your cell.

You're not going
back into your office.

You're going to need
to get somebody

to pick up your stuff for you.

But not today.

BETH: What does that even mean?
Missing from where?

DAN: Can't talk about this
on the phone, okay?

Not even on my personal phone.

- This is not a good idea.
- BETH: Where are you now?

Downtown.
They took my fucking car.

Okay, tell me where you are.
I'll come get you.

Going to Beatrice Alba's.

Her office is walking distance.

Who's that?

Criminal defense attorney.

Should've called her right away.

- Dan?
- Yeah?

Text me the address
and I'll meet you there.

Okay.

I am so sorry you
had to wait, Dan.

My God, can some people
not tell a story, right?

(chuckling)

Jesus. Are you okay?

What's going on?

I'm fucked, Bea.

I don't even know
where to start,

but I'm gonna need the best.

R-Representation? You are?

Uh, okay.

Tell me. No bullshit. Go.

A woman that I work with
has gone missing.

Her name is Alexandra Forrest.

We worked on a couple
of cases together,

she was in Victim Services,

she became fixated on me,

I asked her to back off,
then I told her to back off,

she couldn't do it,
there's some... some...

mental health issues there.

And now she's missing and
they think I'm the guy...

- Oh, Dan, good Lord.
- I-I know.

I told you, I'm fucked here.
But, look,

she is way out there.

All right?
S-She's completely delusional.

You won't even have to try

- to make her look unreliable.
- No, I know.

- I know.
- But I'm gonna need the best with me here, please.

Don't say anything else. Okay?

This is not for me.

Beatrice,
this is perfect for you.

- Please.
- No.

We have a history together.

No, I mean I don't want it.

I know, I used to take
these kinds of cases

and I did it so that someday
I wouldn't have to do it.

And then someday came.

I don't need to go after
the victims anymore, so I don't.

This is...

serious shit you're in, Dan.

You need to put a killer
on the road right now.

You need someone that
will trash the victims.

And likes it.

(phone buzzing)

You want names?

(indistinct chatter)

Hey. Is chagaccino
the thing that you said

was mushroom coffee?

Yeah, that I hate but you
would probably like?

(sniffs)

Oh, shit, a-are you okay?

He ended it.

Out of nowhere.

Said that...

he had been worried for a while,

that we were taking
too many risks,

that the way he felt
was making him forget

that what we were doing
was dangerous.

Out of nowhere. Just... boom.

I'm really sorry.

Yeah, me too.

OLENA:
She was my advocate.

Years ago, I had drug case.

Before my children.

Okay, but just through
the courts then, right?

Well, so how...?
Why would your fingerprints

be in her apartment?

(sighs)

I had drug case,
but also there was Artem.

My boyfriend was Artem.

He had a delivery service.

He would get calls for pills,
or I would drive over

what the people wanted.

He was jealous,
very angry always, Artem.

Put me in hospital once.

- I had to have operation.
- Ooh.

She wanted me to get away. Alex.

If I wanted,
she told me she would help.

And did you?
I mean, did she?

She had said she could get
emergency placement,

but she called and all of them
are telling her

to check back, check back.

Busy weekend, hot weather.

I'm waiting in a diner
while she's trying,

but there's nothing, so she just
took me home, to her home.

And did you end up staying
with her? For how long?

She had to go to work
next morning,

but she's still calling
the places for me.

I said, "I'll go to
my cousin's to wait,"

- but I went back to Artem.
- Mm.

But it wasn't her fault.

Was she angry?

For not being able to help when
she promised me she would? Yes.

Angry at me for going back?
No. Never.

Or not that she showed.

- She was always kind with me.
- (girl squeals)

But so that's
how the fingerprint...

- (kids shouting)
- Sorry.

I've just got to see
what they're doing

- to each other this time.
- Okay.

Ugh!

(phone chiming)

Oh, you know, the people
that say you're slow

and inefficient don't know you
like I do, Dawn.

DAWN:
Wait, who says that?

Goddamn you, Mikey!

You ready for what I found you
on Elijah Acosta,

or are you ready?

Ready as a porcupine
for winter.

Also, before I forget,
you heard Judge Mills

is retiring?

Rackets tomorrow at 3:00.

Believe it or not,
there's gonna be people there

- who would love to see you.
- Of course there are.

But the question is why?

Meatball, Italian,
grilled cheese, patty melt,

tortas, panini, anything,
classy PB&J.

DAN: I know what
sandwiches are, Mike.

Eat in, take out,
12 hours a day,

seven days a week.

One night somebody beats him
to death in there.

Right?

Elijah is the son.
They iris in on him

pretty quick, they charge him,
case goes to grand jury.

Grand jury returns no true bill.

- Wow.
- Yeah.

Fuckin' moonwalks out.

Probably thinks,
from a technical standpoint,

it's like the whole thing
never happened.

(door lock buzzes)

(dance music playing)

Fuck, I've put a lot of people
in a lot of prison... for this?

I'm having--
what do you call it?--

like a cognitive dissonance.

Yeah. It was the law,

and then all of a sudden
it just wasn't.

- Yeah.
- Right? That's fucked up.

Hi, buddies.
Do we need recommendations?

Actually, we were hoping
to talk to Elijah.

HOSTESS:
Well, that's him over there.

How you fellas doing?

Uh, I wanted to talk to you
about Alex Forrest.

Oh, never heard of it.
Are you guys growers or...

Your fingerprints were found
in Alex Forrest's apartment.

Oh, it's a person.
Okay, who's that?

Wait, what do you--

what do you mean
my fingerprints?

Why do you have my fingerprints?

They said when the case
got thrown out,

my prints would be erased
from the system.

I don't know who "they" are,
but that doesn't just

happen automatically.

You have to file a petition

to have your print card destroyed.

Are you shitting me?

- No.
- The cops decided I was their guy

just based on me existing
and them being lazy fucks.

Okay, and so having no case,
not even being able

to get me indicted,
but here you guys are

asking me do I know someone?

And my fingerprints,

you think that's fucking right, dude?

I-- that doesn't really have
anything to do with us.

Oh, it's got something
to do with you.

All we know is that your prints
were in her apartment,

whether you remember her or not.

Okay, it's a her?

When the fuck are we
talking about?

2008.

(laughs)

Fucking unbelievable.
Uh, where'd she live?

- She live downtown?
- She did.

Yeah, did she eat food,
you think?

Okay, so maybe she ordered food
that I delivered.

Like a chump on a beach cruiser
with a basket on the front,

'cause my dad said he
didn't want to waste money

on a bike with actual gears

when we already had this one

my fucking grandma wasn't using.

Yeah, I never want to forget

those good times.
Thanks, guys.

What, you said I had to
file a petition?

A petition, yeah,
of factual innocence.

If it's granted, then they
destroy your arrest record

and your print card.

Great.

Hmm.

So these two names are
the flower strain

- and the hash strain?
- Exactly.

So in these, the flower
would be Lotus Diesel,

and the hash strain is
Wet-Ass persimmon.

Do I want that?

What's a tincture?

Ooh.

What's this?

It's pizza. What do you mean,
"What's this?"

Is there ketchup?

No, because life's an asshole.

Oh, uh...

Oh, hi.

Plenty of alternate goos
in here.

Okay, ketchup-adjacent goos.

Well,

one of these has to work.

(sighs)

He was great today.

- Who, the Weed Baron?
- Yeah.

In what sense?

Well, in the for-purpose sense.

He's emotional, quick to anger,

a suspect in another
violent death.

I like him.

'Cause you can see it in him.

The potential.
What he did to his dad.

How angry he still is
this many years later.

That's what I'm in this for.

- (door closes)
- You know?

Cause a new trial,
judge says you didn't do it.

That still leaves
the person who did.

The person I kind of burned
my life down believing in.

And until I find him,
I'm not done.

I can't even think about

somebody else getting caught, convicted...

It feels so far away.

Denormalizing. Denorm--

- Demormalizing.
- (both laugh)

Demormonizing.

(laughing):
Can't say demoralizing.

Well, don't worry about it,

but just know that for me...
(sighs)

it is the endgame.

Wait, what'd you do with
Mom's... pinochle snacks?

(gasps)
Pinochle snacks...

So he actually stopped
seeing her at all,

even as an analyst,
because he didn't want to hurt

his wife and daughters,

until he realized that
his attraction to her

was coming from his unconscious.

And if he didn't act on it,

if he didn't explore
his erotic potential,

he would actually be
damaging his daughters

by making them witness
to his unlived life,

and therefore ruining
their Eros.

Okay, so his daughters
needed him to fuck around

on their mom with this
Toni Wolff woman,

or they would never feel whole.

He did it for them.

- Or...
- I got it.

Or, if he didn't,

then they would grow up
watching him fight

the drive of his spirit
to connect.

And then they would learn
to fight that drive, too,

and then they would never
truly be happy

or live completely in the world.

I mean, I don't think that,

but I think that
that's what he meant.

Do you think your father
killed Alex Forrest?

- What?
- I'm-I'm sorry.

I'm not trying
to make things weird,

I just fell down a fucking
Google hole the other night.

No, he didn't.

You sound really sure.

You probably know what
his alibi was then, I guess.

Just the... the threads online

and the excerpts of
the trial transcripts said

that he didn't have any.

He did. He was at home with us.

All right, just seems like
if you're being

tried for murder,
you'd want to bring that up.

I gotta pee.

MIKE:
What are they gonna find on your phone, Dan?

Nothing. Nothing.

I wiped it the second he walked
out of the office.

I didn't think it was gonna be
Marcella who was coming for it,

but I knew somebody would.

Okay, just don't talk to anybody
about anything.

That's the rule.

But if you got to talk
to somebody about something,

- why the fuck would it be Earl?
- I know, I know.

And you didn't just talk to him,
you lied to him.

He smells blood in
the water now, goddamn it.

What does he think he has on me?

I don't know. I went down
to Robbery-Homicide,

and I talked to Hailey.

Aw, Christ, Captain Headline himself.

And according to him,
what Earl's got is

everybody's blessing
down there to go at you

as hard as he fucking can.

Even if they had enough
to arrest me,

there's no way that Marcella's
authorizing a charge, right?

It's an election year coming.

Her slogan is
"equal justice under the law."

It's hard to beat taking down
your own Chief of Major Crimes

to prove you're serious
about that.

- This is a joke.
- (sighs)

Right? This is a joke.
Alex is playing a joke on me

because she knows exactly
how to fuck with me.

I don't believe
she's actually dead.

- I can't.
- I know.

Why don't you say it
ten more times?

Maybe I'll go for it then.

Fuck.

He betrayed you
and humiliated you,

and now-now... now he makes you
his goddamn bagman.

Okay, enough with the moral
outrage, Dad, okay?

These kinds of things can
cost upwards of $500,000,

- retainer and fees.
- (muttering)

And things are gonna start
to move quickly.

We don't have time.

Did you kill that woman?

Oh, my God,
of course he didn't. Dad!

Even if I had that kind
of liquidity,

even if I could, I wouldn't.

BETH: Do you think if I had any
other choice, I'd be asking...

WARREN:
That money was for you and Ellen. Not for...

BETH:
...begging you-- What-what do you think Mom would want?

- If it was for me and Ellen...
- WARREN: Mom? Mom would want me

- to protect you...
- BETH: ...then give it to me, I need it.

- We need it.
- WARREN: Because someone should!

It's just too much for him
to react to

on top of everything.

He just, he needs to sit
with it.

He'll come around.
He loves you.

More than he hates Dan?

More than anything.

But you probably don't have
the time to wait.

And if you push him right now,

- he's just gonna dig in.
- Nope.

- But that's okay.
- Yeah.

Because we're gonna do it.

- What?
- You're gonna do what?

Pay for it.

The lawyer, the retainer,
whatever else.

Alan's gonna call you.
Our accountant.

- What are you talking about?
- JULIA: We don't have kids.

- ARTHUR: It's done.
- You can't take it with you.

This is happening.

He's sad he won't be able
to afford

the solid gold house
and rocket car

he was planning to get
after I'm gone,

- but he'll get over it.
- Yeah.

And everyone will have
a rocket car eventually.

- (Julia chuckles)
- I just gotta be patient.

Listen, I don't want you
to do this.

We're gonna, though,
with pleasure.

I mean, not with pleasure,
but... you know what I mean.

I've just been so worried

that you aren't gonna know

how much I loved you.

(indistinct chatter)

Deputy District Attorney.

Not too much trouble
finding us, I hope.

You better tell me
you got a lawyer coming,

'cause I'm not getting
this tossed over some

"you technically
weren't represented

at the time" bullshit.

I'm Beth Gallagher.
I'm his wife.

Pleasure, Mrs. Gallagher.

Wish the circumstances
were different.

Okay, let's go, Detective.

Or were you offering
drink service first?

That's cute.

- No, we're actually ready.
- Excuse me.

I want a Polaroid of all
the fillers in place

before I decide my client's
position.

I want rap sheets on
all the fillers who have them,

and personnel records
of all the fillers

who are off-duty cops.

Do you have those things
to which I'm entitled

prepared to give me?

Then you're not actually ready.

Wow, you really must be
shitting yourself

to hire this mutt, huh?

Don't ever directly address
the mutt's client again, please.

I'm gonna go give him
some acid reflux.

Clay Bishop, it turns out,
not Cliff Biffsmiths.

Ruth wouldn't tell me
he existed,

but she told him I was asking.

Do you still work
in Legal Aid, or...?

At the foundation now, but yeah.

Huh. So we must have
crossed paths back in the day.

We did.

So, uh, we've heard from
a reliable source

that you were in a relationship
with Alex Forrest

at some point in the year
before her death.

For a few months, yeah.

What happened?

I fucked it up.

In what sense?

There are...

were mental health issues
in my family.

Being around Alex,
I could see so many things

in her that were familiar
from growing up.

But you've got to be careful
when you try to

go there with someone
who thinks no one knows

they're not okay, and I wasn't.

I went about it the wrong way.

I never got another chance.

Did you ever think about
coming forward?

That was my defense--
her mental state.

No, yeah, I know.
I was there.

I went to court every day.

I heard all about how you were
so appropriately polite to Alex

that she lost her mind.

Heard you describe
someone unstable

and scared and lost as evil.

Mr. I'm The Victim's Voice.
"I speak for the victims."

Prosecutor's toolbox, right?

Evil's elemental. It means
no one has to feel guilty.

Not even you, after you
gave her death for needing help.

But they still hated you more.

At least there was that.

Finally a jury saw the real you.

(Mike scoffs)

Okay, okay.

He made some cutting remarks
that maybe now

you're internalizing.

But it doesn't mean
he didn't kill her.

Hey, let's go to Andolini's
later, okay?

- No, I...
- Judge Mills' retirement racket.

Drink your feelings,
like an Irishman should.

Come on.

All right, I'll take you
back to work.

You drive my car there,
you can drive it home.

I'll take an Uber.

Since I'm gonna engulf
so much free vodka

at this fuckin' thing
they're gonna make me

the president of Poland.
Come on.

(busy chatter)

No one said you were coming.

Oh, fuck, I live to disappoint.

(laughter)

- Hey, Mikey.
- Oh, shit.

Urbanek, you rockin'
a beard now?

What a horrible day
to have eyes.

Shit, Mikey, I don't
see you for years,

now I can't get rid of you.

- Following you like a bad smell.
- Mm-hmm.

Hey, you see Gonzales is here?

- Oh, no shit?
- Yeah. (chuckles)

-"Vigil" Gonzales?
- Yeah.

- That's what it was.
- No sh-- Yeah.

Now, why did we call him
that again?

- Was it the serial case
in Newton? - Yeah.

'Cause Gonzales goes, "Hey, we
can't call it 'Operation Vigil'

"because 'Vigil' and 'Villain'
both start

- with a V."
- (laughs)

And fucking Evrard goes,

"Hey, yeah,
but your first name is 'Hector,'

"and Hector starts
with an H, and so does

'Ho, my God, would you
shut the fuck up?'"

- That's right, that's right,
that's right. - Fuckin'...

- (sighs)
- Yeah.

- Hey, you remember a case
a while back? - Hmm.

Guy got murdered,
had a sandwich place downtown,

case never make it out
of grand jury?

Yeah.

Ackroyd... No. Acosta.

Yeah.

Son pureed him
with a 60-inch pipe wrench

and then walked off
into the sunset.

Tell you what.
He better hope that the guys

that worked that case don't get
some kind of terminal disease

'cause he's gonna be their
last stop before they kick it.

- (scoffs)
- That psycho shitstain.

Unbelievable.

- That is unbelievable.
- Mm.

Also, psycho
shitstain's prints being

in Alex Forrest's apartment
is unbelievable.

Except for how they were.

BETH:
I mean,

I'm sorry your friend has
the Internet,

and-and that she blindsided you.

Drunk people do
kind of like to do that.

I mean, she's right, though,
about the alibi.

About his not having one
being weird.

He did have one.

Right,
but nobody testifying to it

- was like saying that he didn't.
- Right.

And the person testifying
to it would have been me,

and that would have opened me up

to being asked
if he'd had an affair.

Your father gave up his alibi

so I wouldn't be charged
with perjury.

I know.

I know you know.
Did you tell her?

Or are you saying
you agree with her a little?

(scoffs)

How would I agree
with her a little?

Think Dad killed Alex Forrest,
but just part of her?

Just killed her partially?

Well, it's pretty shitty
that she did that, I think.

That she said those things,
tried to pick a fight with you.

Maybe a good question
to ask would be

what's up with your friend?

I don't think so,
but I have played hearts.

I was pretty good at hearts.

Well, pinochle and hearts
are both trick-taking games.

Well, maybe
I'll sit in next time.

You're not invited.

How's your thing going? Good?

Yeah. We're making progress.

Ah, that's nice.

I won't ask
why you're bothering.

What's that old saw--
Socrates, or someone?

"The clouds change,
but people don't"?

(laughs)

I've always found that
to be true.

Uh, about their minds, at least.

People don't change their minds.

Maybe that's Joni Mitchell.
(chuckles)

Hey, next time,
don't forget the sesame sticks.

Fannie Sykes gave me
a big ration of shit.

I-I didn't.
I-I didn't forget them.

- I bought them.
- Then where were they?

- (grunts)
- How you like me at your fucking house,

- motherfucker?! Huh?
- (grunting)

- You like it?
- (groans)

I come to your house now.

Maybe I'm gonna talk
to your wife now,

dogshit motherfucker.

MIKE:
Hey, hey, hey, hey, stop

whatever the fuck
you're doing right now.

Stop it. Go faster than that,
you asshole.

Get down on the ground.

Get down on the fucking ground
away from him

before I get mad. Or madder.

Jesus Christ.

Dan, go through his pockets.

See if he's got any ID
or something, okay? You okay?

- Oh, yeah, great.
- Good.

- Never better. (groans)
- Whew. In retrospect,

I got to say, that fifth round--
that was a bad idea.

- (sighs)
- Hey, asshole, kiss the dirt.

"Artem Fedorko."

Fe-- Well, that's a silly name.
Artem? The...

Wait. Artem, as in,

Olena Kuzma has a piece of shit
boyfriend named Artem?

You were talking
about Olena's house.

I was just in there.

- Oh, she married this asshole.
- (door opens)

- How depressing is that?
- Mikey?

- Hey, Ma.
- You want me to call 911?

No, don't call 911.

- It's okay.
- (groans)

Ma, on second thought, call 911.

Tell them it's Code 3, tell them
I'm retired, I'm off the job.

And then, just don't ask 'em
if they like working there

or what they had for lunch.
Just hang up the phone, okay?

- (scoffs)
- Ma, thanks.

- (door closes)
- How are you, Danny?

- (groans)
- Okay, good.

That's one of us.

♪ ♪

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(barking)

(drawer opens)

(silverware clinking)

(drawer closes)

(barking)

(barking)

(barking)

(barking)

- (loud knocking)
- (barking)

(collar jingling)

(knocking)

(barking)

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as evil.
Mr. "I'm The Victim's Voice."

(MENACING MUSIC)

Something about 106

that was important
in terms of point of view

CLAY:
Alex, I would give up whatever

we are to each other
for you not to be in pain.

(SOFTLY CHUCKLING)
We're nothing.

if you needed me.
I don't care what you are.

As soon as Emma
isn't there for her,

she rejects her.

Because how dare Emma
go out of town

...to see her own
pregnant daughter? (DOOR SLAMS)

Alex is making her
a mother surrogate,

and then the first time
that Alex needs her

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