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I'd like to thank Kimberly Greer from
the DA's office for joining us this

morning. Commissioner Bradshaw, she will
be working in conjunction with us on

this investigation.

Thank you,

Captain Koenig.

Commissioner. Happy to step in.

It was really just dumb luck that I
happened to be at the memorial service

witnessed the heated argument between
the two.

My good friend Mallory mentioned Migs to
me before, but I had no idea that he

was the cop that her boyfriend, the
decedent, was allegedly in cahoots with.

Had Migs' name ever popped up on your
radar before?

As I'm sure Captain Koenig has
mentioned, he's been quietly under

a few times, but was never charged.

usually for beating up a perp or
mishandling drug evidence.

Sometimes the money or the drugs would
just go missing altogether.

But we never could get anyone to testify
against him, and he is a master at

covering his tracks.

According to the reports, he's an
exemplary police officer.

Except we know that's not true.

What he is is a finely honed criminal
with a detective shield.

And an ego.

He knows he's untouchable.

That's why he carries on the way that he
does. And he's not the only one.

We suspect Detective Sergeant Bustamante
has his hand in the cookie jar as well.

Bustamante was a uniformed sergeant up
until recently.

Why the promotion?

Allows us to keep a closer watch on him.

He thinks he's been rewarded.

I'm Bustamante's partner on this thing.
I'm also investigating him. Two for the

price of one.

And he wears the wire for us any time we
know he's going to run into Migs.

Smart.

You guys are on top of things.

Make sure you share your findings with
my office as the case progresses. I'll

give you all the backup that you need.

What did you guys come across during the
argument at the memorial service?

Unfortunately, the transmission was bad.
We just got bits and pieces, just some

F -bombs and alpha dog threats, nothing
concrete. But we have a new tech on this

with upgraded equipment, and I think
we're good to go from here.

So let's be sure we're all on the same
page, everyone.

We have a murdered kid, no leads, a
kidnapped lady, nothing concrete yet,

two alleged bad cops who may have
something to do with one or the other.

Sounds like you and your team have your
work cut out for you, Captain.

Yes, we do.

But with Detective Hollis taking charge
on the street, I have every bit of

confidence that we will get the evidence
we need.

for the DA to successfully prosecute two
bad cops and hopefully find Mrs.

Fitzgerald alive.

You'd better, Captain.

You'd better.

Let me get this

straight.

You really think after all the shit
you've been putting me through I want to

join forces with you?

You're up to something.

I know it. I just don't know what.

But I don't think I could trust you.

How do I know you're not trying to fuck
me over somehow?

I don't blame you, Migs.

I've treated you like shit, amigo.

There. I admit it.

But in our business, things change fast.

¿Me entiendes?

Sí. Yeah. Sometimes things fall in our
lap, and you have to be smart enough to

recognize an opportunity.

And that opportunity now exists.

That's why I asked you here.

Hat in hand.

I'm sorry for the way things have
developed between us.

I apologize to you.

But now, I think that you and I can
control a good portion of the valley

together and make a lot of money in the
bargain.

You're apologizing to me, really?

Okay.

Let's say, hypothetically, I accept your
apology. We move forward from there. I

get it.

In every business environment, you have
to be nimble, turn on a dime.

But this is a matter of trust.

You have a lot to overcome to establish
trust with me.

You have to demonstrate that you can
work well with others, work well with

Trust, amigo.

I read you well.

I was sure that you would ask me to put
something on the line, something to show

you that my intentions...

Are totally legit.

Okay. Well, I have a little something to
show you to demonstrate that my

proposal is on the level.

Now we're getting somewhere. Give.

Fire! No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no,
no. You motherfucker.

Don't, don't, okay? It's not recording
anything. Not right now. What do you

not right now? I have been recording
you. Don't shoot.

For internal affairs.

And Hollis. But they don't have
anything. Hollis, internal... What the

you talking about? They asked me to try
to nail you, Alex.

For the kidnapping thing. The Fitzgerald
lady?

That's how I knew you had her.

They recruited you to nail me? They
thought they recruited me.

Okay, I looked at it as an opportunity
to... To keep an eye on the foxes

guarding the hen house.

I was watching the watchers.

For both of us.

Don't fuck with me.

I'll cap you right now. I know you will.

Okay, and this should tell you that I'm
legit.

This is the best card in my hand, and
now you've seen it.

You and I can make a shitload of money
together, and no one will ever have to

know what you've been up to.

I'll just feed them whatever the fuck we
want them to know.

And then they'll keep chasing their
tails for a while, and then go away.

Without a thing. All right.

What's been recorded up to now? Our
exchange at Eddie's memorial.

I said a lot of incriminated shit, and
so did you.

Monmix.

You have to know that the guys in the
van doing the recording are my guys.

They added to our advantage.

Hell, one of the guys even won a
freaking daytime Emmy Award for sound,

Christ's sake.

Oh, man.

Oh, you.

A one, cool customer.

Regular Javier Boydan.

You really took the thing out.

And I thought I was one calculating
motherfucker.

You are one calculating motherfucker,
Alex.

Best I've seen.

Except maybe for me.

That's why you and I, together, can rule
the Thoppian Valley and make a killing.

What do you think?

Come on.

You know, a great place that serves
chimichangas.

Don't worry, they serve bagels too.

the matter, Fiona?

You're white as a sheet, sweetheart.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

I should never have told my sister -in
-law.

I should never have said anything to
Nora.

About what?

I can't tell you.

I can't.

I should never have said a word to her.

Eventually, she's going to have to tell
Kevin.

And I may not be there to explain.

It's okay.

It's okay, you'll be there.

You'll be there to explain.

No, no, I mean, even if I'm there, I
might not be able to explain.

My... Alzheimer's.

I feel like... I don't have that long to
go before it all just...

Poor thing.

No.

No, you'll still be here for quite a
while.

It's not that bad yet.

Are you sure?

There are whole sections of my life that
just aren't there anymore.

Yes, I'm certain.

But as a precaution, maybe you should
tell me what you're so frightened

of.

I promise I won't tell a soul.

Maybe.

Okay. If Nora does tell Kevin, maybe you
should be able to tell my side of it.

If I can't.

Yeah.

I'll be there to back you up every step
of the way.

Tell me what happened, Fiona.

It was just a couple of years ago.

I had gotten to know Kevin's sister
quite well,

Nora.

She's a real doll.

We just had a late lunch after the
theater.

Sunday matinee.

An Arthur Miller play?

Or was it... Ibsen.

No, it was definitely Arthur Miller.

The Price.

Have you seen it?

It's wonderful.

It's a beautiful afternoon.

We were on the patio of this restaurant
that we like.

We'd already had a lot to drink for
lunch, but Kevin ordered this really

bottle of scotch.

We're having fun, so we continue.

Guess what they have on in the bar?

Orioles and Yankees.

Tight score. A few innings to go. I'm
going to go in and watch for a little

You ladies continue your girl talk.

Cheers. Cheers.

Have fun, honey.

He still loves his Orioles.

When I first got together with your
brother, it was very important that I

the difference between Brooks Robinson
and Frank Robinson. Oh, my God.

He had their posters on the wall of his
room.

And Farrah Fawcett. And Farrah Fawcett.

Cheers. Cheers.

He loves his baseball and his women.

And he really loves you.

Yeah, I know.

He never lets me forget it.

And you love him too, right?

And I love him too.

Yes.

I need to tell somebody something.

Tell me.

I'm right here.

I don't know.

Because you're his sister.

Right? I'm his sister.

But you can tell me. I love both of you.

But you can't tell Kevin.

Because it's serious.

I don't really like to keep secrets.

Maybe you don't tell me.

No, no.

Now I have to tell you.

You're the perfect person.

Oh, shit.

I know what you're going to tell me.

You can tell?

It's written on my face.

I like guilty, darling.

You cheated on Kevin?

It is written on my face.

Oh, my God.

How could you do that? Why would you do
that? He loves you. You walk on water,

for Christ's sake.

You cheated on Kevin, and now you told
me? What the fuck, Fiona?

Okay.

Now is when you...

Tell me what the extenuating
circumstances were. The extenuating

Okay. Yes, there were extenuating
circumstances.

Or was it mitigating circumstances?

Kevin Fitzgerald is not a simple man.
You know that.

He is very, very complicated.

And then there was the PTSD.

I know all that.

And the PTSD, he thinks you saved him.

You did save him.

And then you fucked around on him?

What's your game, Mrs. Dr.

Donnelly Fitzgerald, psychotherapist and
wife to my beloved brother?

How many men have you slept with since
you married Kevin? How many times have

you played around?

Don't be so melodramatic, Nora.

Just because you're so beautiful.

Sexy.

You're not perfect either.

Kevin told me about your little trip to
Australia.

There were men there.

And women.

And you were married.

Where's that husband now?

Well, Laura, it was just one time.

Years ago, Kevin was being impossible.

He was giving me nothing for a very long
time.

I thought it was over.

I was weak, and a man I knew was there.

He was so kind, tender, like Kevin used
to be with me.

Wait a minute.

I thought the two of you were fine.

You seemed fine.

We are.

Now?

I told you, this was years ago.

So Kevin doesn't know?

No. No.

I could never hurt him.

Good.

You can never tell them.

No matter how much you want to, you
never tell them.

Nope.

You keep your mouth shut.

I will.

I will.

And you too.

You're my confessor now.

Keep it under your hat.

Jesus, Fiona. Next time, just go to
church.

They have a little room. You just walk
in and sit.

There isn't going to be a next time, is
there? No.

No next time.

I told you, this was eons ago.

I love Kevin.

I need Kevin.

He's wonderful to me.

His sex is amazing.

It's like art.

I'm sorry I snapped at your funeral.

I started it.

Heated discussions.

It's my fault.

Nope. You trusted me in confidence.

I said I just heard you out and not
gotten so judgy.

Especially considering my history.

You know what, see, I have a really good
idea.

Oh yeah, what's that?

Next time we get together, two drink
maximum.

That is a really good idea, Nora.

Cheers to that. Cheers to that.

Guess what?

Oreos win extra inning.

Celebration time. Walk off, home, run.

What'd I miss?

Nothing. Just talking.

Nothing. Well,

good. Oh, this is great.

Why don't you come on up and sit with
us?

Visit with your sister.

I have to go.

I think I will.

You know what?

Here's to the two most important ladies
in my life.

I love you both.

Very much.

Cheers.

Cheers.