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The story you're about to see was inspired by actual events.

The name's have been changed to protect the innocent.

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Saturday, cool in Los Angeles.

My partners and I were on our day off

when the call came in at 7:49 AM.

A woman found dead in an apartment in Venice.

This area used to be a sort of Coney Island with canals.

But as people built a tolerance to traditional amusements,

the attractions mutated.

Today, tourists flock here to see

the greatest freak show on Earth.

If America's a melting pot, then the fire's turned up.

What rises to the top gets skimmed off.

And you're likely to find it here.

My name's Friday.

I'm a cop.

Sorry to ruin your weekend.

Don't worry about it.

If it makes you feel any better,

I woke up McCarron first.

Neighbors heard screams an hour ago.

Said they saw a guy running in his underwear.

ID'd him as the tenant, Andre Kohner.

Left her behind.

What do they say about her?

They don't.

Driver's license listed an address down the street.

Her name's Patricia Knave.

These are bite marks.

Starving artist.

Place doubles as a studio.

Neighbors say he lived alone, quiet, 20's, single.

Divisional ran and flagged a prior.

Drug charges?

Heroin, three years back.

Way I see it, the tying off party goes sour,

struggle ensues, he hits her with the monkey and takes off.

In his underwear?

Maybe he was just running from someone.

Why didn't he report it?

Got a guy in the street.

Says he's here to see Kohner.

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Hey, uh, what's going on in there?

Why's nobody saying anything?

Where's Andre at?

You a friend of Mr. Kohner's?

Yeah.

I mean, no, he's a client.

I show his work at galleries,

but yeah, he's a friend, yeah.

Do you know this woman?

That's Patty, yeah.

Oh.

He didn't do something to her.

That doesn't make any sense.

He wouldn't even lay traps for the mice, it's like--

He's like a Buddhist or something.

What were you and Mr.Kohner going to do today?

What do you mean?

Your plans.

He was just uh, you know.

He was gonna come by and show me some of his pieces.

See if we could put a show together.

You okay, sir?

Yeah, why wouldn't I be?

Stick around.

Get a contact on that guy.

Pacific Division, I think we've found Kohner.

Guy makes a mess wherever he goes.

Look at this.

You see eyes like that when you were in Narco?

No.

He-- he came through here.

He was like a top.

Top?

Spinning, yes?

Like-- like a top.

He was throwing my jewelry, spilling all my rice.

I-I tried to stop him, but he just...

Like I wasn't there.

So what happened to him?

Just got stiff and fell over.

No one touched him.

I-I don't know.

He just died.

Have you seen him before?

No, I don't think so.

Lots of crazy people down here, but this guy?

He was like an animal.

Well, case closes itself.

Think we're gonna be able to have a weekend after all.

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I wanted her to be right, but my gut knew better.

This case was far from closed.

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Sudden respiratory failure resulting

from a very potent combination of heroin and PCP.

This kind of subarachnoid hemorrhaging in the eye

indicates remarkably high toxicity.

This was very strong stuff.

You didn't cut him yet, you didn't do the tox.

How do you know so much?

Because he isn't your first victim.

He's your third.

They came in last night.

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The woman left a sample in her pocket.

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GCMS test results on the powder found in these packets

show PCP, adulterated with Fentanyl.

Fentanyl?

Coroner said heroin.

Both opiates, similar biological effects.

Easy to misread the screen.

It's a painkiller right?

A very strong narcotic analgesic.

They give it to terminal patients.

Stuff makes heroin look like powdered sugar.

Remember when those terrorists took over that theater

in Moscow last year?

The government tried to gas them out?

Yeah, gas killed them and half the hostages.

That was Fentanyl.

Base form's liquid, but you can vaporize it to make gas.

Crystallize it to make it powder.

You're talking about a substance that's approximately

a hundred times stronger than heroin.

Maybe someone's trying to tap a new market.

Drug that strong, you'd make a fortune.

No, no, no.

Typically you cut the product to maximize profits.

- It's not cut? - No.

So, it's not a drug, it's a poison.

This stuff wasn't engineered to make money.

It was engineered to kill.

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I drafted a short public health warning.

Have Media Relations proof it.

Get it out ASAP.

They've given a heads-up to the local stations.

Nationals won't get on board until the story gets bigger.

Well, if they want more bodies, they're just liable to get it.

I want updates aired every hour and on the half.

Okay, four dead that we know.

Chances are there's gonna be more.

Not just the users we're worried about.

People that take this stuff

suffer violent reactions before they die.

For those of you who haven't heard,

we've got a painter who chewed his girlfriend's face off.

A Los Feliz housewife who took a swan dive off a roof.

And a John Doe running through traffic with a samurai sword.

Tox tells us this stuff is homemade.

Now we forwarded a precursor list

of all the chemicals for Fentanyl to the DEA.

They're gonna generate a list of any parties

who placed matching orders.

That may help us find the manufacturer,

but priority number one is the dealer.

We have to get this stuff off the street

before anyone else gets it.

LA Sheriffs, State Narco, DEA,

they're all putting their ear to the street on this.

We want all of you here to work up connections with our victims.

Friends, relatives, anybody who might know where they scored.

Pulled the luds off our victims,

two of 'em called the same number in the past 24 hours.

Their dealer.

We get a contact?

No, prepaid pager account.

No record.

Page him.

Yeah?

Somebody page me?

I don't know, who's this?

You tell me, Duke.

I'm a friend of Andre Kohner's.

I'm a fan of your work.

I thought we could do some business.

Business, huh, hmm, alright.

You get Andre to call and vouch for you.

Then we'll get us a meeting.

No, you see, that's the thing, I--

I can't get ahold of him right now

and I'm in a bit of a time crunch situation, you know?

I need references, dude.

Being a business man you know all about that.

Have Andre try me, otherwise, I just don't know you.

Yeah, but I see--

Just gotta find somebody who knows him.

I might know a guy, you like art?

So, what do I have to do with it?

Lots of people OD, right?

We think you know where Andre scored.

Why would I know that?

Because you were going to Andre's to pick up your share.

No.

Come on, he was your hookup.

You missed your fix, now you got the chills

and three sweaters to prove it.

Go for Warren.

Now you call?

Now you call?

That was the second gallery today.

Suddenly Andre's hot.

People are sick.

The whole world is sick.

Hey.

Somebody's got to be held accountable for Andre's death.

Just give us a name.

My guy got pinched last month, okay?

Andre was going to introduce me to his, but you know what?

We didn't get around to it.

You have a name?

I don't know, he would just say

he was going to the pharmacy.

How about a real name?

Do you think if I knew the guy

I'd be sweating it out like this?

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Normally we like to give a victim's family time to grieve.

But we didn't have time.

We had to tap every possible connection to the dealer,

no matter how painful.

Our neighbor saw her on the roof.

Said she took a running start.

My wife was afraid of heights.

I-I don't want...

Did you know she was using?

Yeah.

It's not like she was some junkie, okay?

She never missed a day of work.

How long had it been going on?

Three years, on and off.

It wasn't her fault.

She had had back surgery.

The doctor prescribed a prescription for the pain.

Morphine.

By the time the refills ran out...

She was hooked.

We need to know who she bought it from.

I never asked.

I figured the less I knew.

She told me she'd stopped.

I should've known.

Have you known many addicts?

I don't blame Erin though.

She hated what she had become.

And she tried to fight it.

But it was...

Just too strong.

We were getting no closer.

In the time it would take us to find him,

more drugs would hit the street.

It would get worse before it got better.

Put it down, kid.

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Stop it!

Oh, Todd!

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Todd!

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Todd!

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The FDA, the government,

they're supposed to test these things.

They warned us about side effects,

but no one ever warned us about this.

Side effects?

Todd was on anti-depressants.

It was helping.

It seemed that way at least.

Medication didn't do this.

We believe your son was on narcotics.

Not Todd.

There were traces in his car.

We'd like the names of all of Todd's friends.

Anyone he may have spoken to over the last couple of days.

His friends?

We need to find out where he got the drugs.

What's up?

Family.

Mom?

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Where is he?

Where is he?

Where is he, huh?

It's gonna be okay, Mom.

What did you do?

What did you do?

What do you mean?

I didn't do anything.

It's bad enough you gotta ruin your life with that poison,

you gotta ruin his too?

It should've been you.

It should've been you.

I don't know what happened.

I bought from the guy before.

Todd was all over me to try it, he wouldn't shut up about it.

This is his first time?

He was supposed to wait for me.

You're lucky he didn't.

This your guy's pager number?

Yeah, Sergio.

Delivery or pickup?

Pickup.

Directions, now.

Hey, you didn't have to watch your brother die, I did.

Now, give me the directions.

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Police!

You having a party?

What kind of host are you?

I know my rights man.

You can't just bust in here like that.

- You got no cause. - Hey, guess again.

Here.

Where's your stash, Duke?

I don't know what you're talking about, man.

Here, recognize your customers?

Client pool's running thin, huh pal?

Son of a bitch.

Yeah, let's talk.

That stuff you're selling...

is killing people.

Look what they found taped

to the inside of the bathroom sink.

You looking at multiple counts of murder, you know that?

Look, I didn't know that stuff was bad, dude, I swear.

I just picked it up yesterday.

How many people you get it to?

I don't know, man, ten, twelve.

Names and numbers now man.

Come on, man, you know how it works.

They call me, I don't call them.

I don't keep no records.

Sure you do, look at that.

Nine-Seven-Two-Four in the 323.

That was the last page he got.

Yeah, makes that 11 numbers total.

Which means there's 11 potential corpses out there.

Call them all and warn them.

If anyone doesn't pick up,

get their addresses from the phone numbers.

- He give up the source? - Says he never met him.

Claims he has a cousin who played the middle man.

Vouched for the source, calls him Bill.

So, where do we find this cousin?

Back of the building, come on.

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He's in rigor.

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Come on in.

Come on, come on, come on in.

Come on in.

What did you do to him?

Cousin's been tapping the bags.

Look what it got him.

He said-- he said he kicked it.

I thought he was over it.

I told Ma that I was gonna look after him.

It's not your fault, Sergio, I mean you had no idea, right?

The guy who made this, he-- he played you.

You want to get your "get back"

give us something we can use.

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I don't know anything, man.

Sit down.

Come here.

Come here, sit down.

Sit down and take a look, okay?

Cause right now, you're the last link to the source, alright?

Give me something.

Huh?

Yeah.

He knew a friend from work.

Had some flake he wanted to move.

The price was right.

That's all I know, man.

Look, if I knew where this guy was, I would--

Where'd your cousin work?

Cleaning floors.

He's a janitor.

Where?

I don't know man.

A janitor company.

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We found a paystub from DY Cleaning Service.

He ended up sweeping floors

at seven different companies last year.

That's seven places he could've met who ever made the Fentanyl.

We cross-checked those companies

with the DEA list of companies

who purchased the right chemicals.

They don't have the list yet.

The Feds are working on it, trust me, I'm on 'em.

For now, go find out the dealer's remaining customers.

I understand you're offended, sir,

but hypothetically you did buy the heroin,

it could hypothetically kill you.

So, if you could do me a favor and flush it down the toilet.

Thank you.

Route 66.

That's what they're calling it on the news.

Good, it makes it sound like a good time.

Get your fix on Route 66.

This is everyone who bought from the dealer.

Kohner and Kisselback are victims from this morning.

Zeiger and John Doe, the two that came

into the coroner last night.

We were able to contact these

with the numbers from the dealer's pager.

And these four?

No answer, but we're leaving messages where we can.

You get home addresses?

Yep.

Go.

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Addicts don't buy drugs and not use them.

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And when getting high is all one cares about,

they don't waste a lot of time.

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The window was closing.

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If any were still alive...

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They wouldn't be for long.

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No!

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Okay.

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Harold Guidry, you here?

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Can I help you?

Yes, we're LAPD, we're looking for Harold Guidry.

What do you want him for?

We need to speak with him, it's urgent.

Is he here?

He doesn't live here anymore, we're divorced.

Did something happen?

Do you have a current address?

Is this about drugs?

It's about drugs, isn't it?

Yes, but it's really important--

That son of a bitch, he swore to me.

He just swore, you know, it's unbelievable.

This guy with the lies--

Do you know where he is?

He came by a couple of hours ago

and he took Dana for the weekend.

Who's Dana?

Our daughter.

She turned seven on Tuesday

and he bought her a bike to celebrate.

What is it, what's going on?

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Cooper checked with the dealer,

he said Guidry used to be a regular,

but then he kicked and he hasn't seen him in six months.

Well, he picked a hell of a day to relapse.

I don't want to think about what could happen

if he shoots up around that little girl, try again.

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Car's here, he's not picking up the phone.

That's not good.

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Mr. Guidry?

Dana, are you home?

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No sign.

Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.

Hold it right there!

Putit down and step away from her, come on.

- What is this? - Do it.

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Will you kill the spider?

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Did I do something wrong?

What did you do with the drugs, sir?

Drugs?

Yes, you scored it this morning,

we know, so, what's the truth?

How did you know?

It's not important.

I flushed it.

Down the toilet, honest, I did.

Things haven't been going too well lately.

It was a reflex, I guess.

An old reflex.

When I thought about her, I--

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I couldn't do that to my family again.

Well, listen, do me a favor, call her mother

and tell her where you are please.

Just talked to Joe, they finally got the DEA list.

Gave 'em a lead on the chemist.

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The DEA traced this order to your company.

These are chemicals used to make Fentanyl.

And you think one of our janitors

had something to do with this.

No, the janitor was the middle man,

someone else here used the chemicals to make Fentanyl

and the janitor got it to the dealer.

We make paint here.

I can assure you if someone was manufacturing narcotics,

I would know.

You make paint with those ingredients?

I'll pull up a purchase order

and see who made the request.

Bill Kutler.

What's his story?

Well, he doesn't have one.

He's a research chemist.

Quiet guy, not the type to cause trouble.

How well do you know him?

Well, in six years we might've had one conversation.

The guy eats the same thing for lunch every day

in the same place usually with a very thick book.

You know the type.

Take us to him.

I can't.

He quit two months ago.

Right around the time those chemicals arrived.

You have an address on Bill?

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Yes, what is it, please?

LAPD, ma'am, we're looking for William Kutler.

Billy's at work.

Whoa.

We have a warrant to search the premises.

No.

Please, don't do this again.

Joanna's not here, we don't know where she is.

Who's Joanna?

She's 12 there.

My only grandchild.

She's 19 now.

Never thought she'd make it that far.

Was she sick?

Better if she was.

Sick people get better or they die.

In any case, it's over.

Sometimes I think, it would've been easier for everyone

if that garbage had just killed her.

His daughter's an addict?

She turned into someone we didn't know.

Where is she now?

Well, I assumed she was still in jail.

She was staying with me in Thousand Oaks.

Taking classes.

Seemed like she was on the right track.

And then the police showed up.

They brought in dogs.

They tore the walls down.

They found drugs in her mattress.

She was dealing.

It wasn't that much.

They took my house.

Raised my children in that house.

My son doesn't like people touching his things.

Ma'am, you said he's at work.

Allied Chrome, I'll give you the number.

But if it's not about Joanna?

We just came from Allied Chrome

and he hasn't been there for two months.

Well...

Where has he been every day?

Hey, check out this invoice.

This Go Alpha Laboratory Solutions.

They got condensers, burners, scales,

it's like a cooker's Christmas list.

All shipped to an address in Westchester.

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Yeah?

Mother's named Joanna.

She's a junkie.

Got busted five months back by the Feds.

Maybe you can find her in the system

or do a PO if she's been released.

Had eyes on this place for 30 minutes.

No one's come or gone.

Let's take it down.

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House is clear.

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Alright, nobody move.

You see this white dust everywhere?

It's deadly in small amounts.

Don't touch it, don't breathe it in.

Everyone turn around and evacuate the premises now.

Tell SID to bring their NOMEX gear.

Tag and bag everything,

evacuate neighbors within a quarter-mile radius.

Snap a line around the perimeter of the house.

- Hey, Jimmy. - Yeah?

Kutler's daughter's out on her own recognizance.

They got an address and they're heading over now.

Maybe she can help us find this guy.

Product doesn't first.

234 should be right up here.

You're a liar, just give it back to me.

I don't have it.

Let me go.

Knock knock.

Who the hell are you?

LAPD, we're looking for Joanna Kutler.

Come on in, there she is.

Arrest her, she stole 50 bucks outta my purse.

I did not, I can't believe you called the police.

Stop it, stop it.

Sit down, sit down.

You have any drugs in the apartment?

No, nothing, I swear.

She keeps it in the kitchen drawer.

You bitch.

Stay, alright.

Your father didn't give this to you, did he?

My dad?

Uh, yeah, he's my new dealer.

What are you talking about?

We're looking for your father,

do you have any idea where he is?

What do you want with him?

Tell her to call him.

She can always get a hold of Daddy when she needs him.

She has this special number

for when she needs money for a fix or bail.

That true?

Tell me why you want him.

I don't believe it.

What you believe doesn't matter to me.

Tell us how we find your dad.

When the judge sees this,

your bail's revoked and you're back inside.

He has a voicemail pager for emergencies.

Consider this one of them.

Daddy?

It's me, um, I'm in a bad spot.

I need help, will you call me as soon as you get this?

Please Daddy.

I swear that it's not about money.

I need to talk to you.

That's quite a performance.

I've had a lot of practice.

I can see why.

What do I say when he calls back?

She's got possession, shoplifting,

loitering with intent.

And a court-ordered methadone treatment.

Look alive.

Grey Chrysler, matching plates, coming in at Olympic.

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Enter the chemist.

Yeah.

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Stop.

Up against the car, up against the car!

Up against the car, turn around.

Up against the car.

Put your hands behind your back.

What makes a guy put so much effort

into killing people he doesn't even know?

He knew enough to blame them.

And what happened to his daughter?

Do you have any other explanation?

There's always one.

What'd he say going over?

Quiet as a church mouse.

Scared?

No, smiling.

Joe.

I have some findings back from Kutler's drug lab.

Well, make sure the DA gets a copy.

They're gonna want to jump all over this.

You need to hear this.

Your guys confiscated about a kilo from the dealer.

Now, from what I can tell,

the amount of chemicals he was working with, what he used?

Can mean at least twice that.

There's more of this stuff out there.

We got your dealer.

Sergio.

There are eight others dead.

What ever point you were trying to make,

believe me, you made it.

Now, I don't need any more victims.

Victims?

I'm myopic.

You gave Sergio a kilo, is there more?

Is there more, yes or no?

I'll wait for my attorney.

We don't have that kind of time.

Who do you think you are, God?

These are innocent people.

Innocent?

You're not that naive.

They're malignant.

They have to be removed.

What's the matter with you?

They can be treated.

You're obviously not familiar with the recidivism rate

among heroin addicts.

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The world is rotting before our eyes, Lieutenant.

Your innocent victims are the agents of decay.

I won't accept that, nor should you.

You rationalize it anyway you want to, pal.

At the end of the day, it's murder.

You don't get to decide who lives and dies.

I beg to differ.

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If Kutler won't divulge

the whereabouts of the remaining Fentanyl,

we don't have much of a choice.

Offer a deal.

Take the death penalty off the table?

You're gonna play ball with this guy?

We got no choice.

Let me take a crack at him.

There's no time.

What if there isn't anymore Fentanyl?

He didn't say either way, right?

I won't take that chance.

Make the deal.

There's no way I'm letting my client plead to life.

This is a felony drug charge, not a murder case.

His drugs are killing people, that's murder.

The state of Kansas would disagree.

Kansas vs. Marquardt, similar case in '91.

A deadly narcotic spread across three states.

They still haven't tallied up the deaths.

Even with body count,

they couldn't prove intent and neither can you.

You're aware that if the rest of this guy's stuff

hits the streets, more people are gonna die.

Look, we can discuss a plea on charges

involving distribution and manufacturing, but not murder.

My client has a spotless record.

Had.

Things happen.

His daughter became a degenerate.

His wife divorced him, money was tight.

He tried to make ends meet by getting into the drug business.

Sounds like Queen for a Day.

Would you believe that story?

A jury will.

He's been a solid citizen.

- Nah. - A family man.

He volunteers at a clinic, for Pete's sake.

That's enough.

You know where we stand.

Hey Joe, I remember the case he was talking about.

This Marquardt guy was beyond guilty.

And they couldn't get him on murder?

Manufacturing, they couldn't prove intent.

Short of getting a confession, we might not either.

Counselor.

You said Kutler volunteered at a clinic.

That's right, a methadone clinic.

The one his daughter went to.

It's Friday, get me tox.

Phil, it's Joe.

Methadone's delivered in liquid form in clinics, right?

Yeah, they drink it.

And so you said that's the basis for Fentanyl,

so the stuff we're looking for--

Could be liquid, absolutely.

Thanks.

Kutler's daughter was treated in a methadone clinic,

find out where.

Alright, I gotta run.

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I'm the clinic director.

This has something to do with Bill Kutler?

He didn't give anything out, did ya?

No, this dosing window was supposed to open at five.

These people have been here for over an hour.

They can wait, show us the doses.

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Positive...

For methadone.

You're sure?

Get those in line.

You had me scared half to death.

It just didn't make sense, I mean, Bill of all people

knows what these patients have gone through.

What about taking doses, weakened doses?

Do you give anything out?

Yes, but we discontinued that practice months ago

after the state bought us the van.

Van?

I completely forgot.

Bill helps load the van.

It goes out on weekends to deliver doses.

Where is it now?

Left about five minutes before the first officers arrived.

Can you get a hold of the driver?

He has a cell phone.

It's usually on.

His first stop's about 45 minutes from here in Sylmar,

maybe I can still catch--

Where in Sylmar?

Sheriff's department has a chopper up.

We've got units headed over

to the driver's first drop location.

It's a REC center in Sylmar.

How many people we talking about?

Twenty to 30 addicts go there once a week for their doses.

It's approximately 45 minutes from the clinic with no traffic.

It's been almost an hour.

There it is.

Yeah.

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These people haven't gotten their fix yet.

Alright.

Step away from the van.

Let's go.

- Please. - Move it, let's go.

Move away from the van, let's go.

Who got doses?

Hey, settle down, it's cool.

It's cool, it's cool, it's cool.

Take it easy, take it easy.

No, it's okay.

Got it.

Stuff's no good.

You said you had to prove intent to get him on the murders.

Now, they tested the doses in the vans, it was pure Fentanyl.

Now you're telling me it's not enough?

It gives us attempted murder.

Once we throw in the drug charges,

he'll be looking at 40 years.

He'll never live that long.

Nah, it's just not good enough.

Guy crosses the streets and shoots somebody,

you don't get him for jaywalking.

You get him for murder.

You said yourself you can't get him to talk.

I know someone who can.

You know, you're a funny guy.

You talk about wanting to change the world and then you...

You go after some poor people who are trying to get clean.

Trying.

Right.

It's all very admirable, isn't it?

But once an addict, always an addict.

Maybe that explains why we found heroin

in your daughter's apartment today.

Joanna?

Yeah, we were looking for you at the time.

What with her record and all, you know,

drug possession could put her away for a good long while.

What's the point of this exercise?

Well, if your client would give us a full confession

we could maybe go to the DA.

See if they could drop those charges against his daughter.

That's extortion.

I'm just trying to help her.

That's something your client's been unable to do.

No, I did everything I could for her.

Everything.

You have no idea.

Maybe we better wait until you--

No, I want to see her.

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Hey baby.

They treating you okay?

Is it true?

Did you make the stuff that killed those people?

I don't want you to concern yourself with that.

Why?

What did those people ever do to you?

It wasn't them.

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This is sick.

You're sick.

Sick?

Yeah, I can't do this.

I can't be here.

How dare you call me sick.

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It was one thing to lie to me, lie to your mother.

Steal our money spent on your drugs.

I always gave you another chance.

I couldn't help myself, Daddy.

And the calls, all the calls.

The hospital, parole officers.

Whoever happened to find you half-dead that week

and still I gave.

I know.

I know you were always so understanding.

They took my mother's house.

They came into her house with guns

and tore out the walls.

She's 80 years old.

You have any idea how scared she was?

You have any idea how much that house meant to her?

This thing we do, this game we play.

I couldn't keep it up.

So, I gave in.

You win, Joanna, you've beaten me and here I am.

Daddy.

I'm so sorry.

I mean, I know that I've hurt you and--

but I'm gonna get clean, I swear.

I'm gonna make everything better.

I'm gonna do whatever it takes, I promise.

Okay.

Yeah.

Yeah, but I don't believe you, Joanna.

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I'm not capable of believing anything you say.

Not anymore.

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Uh.

I'll give you that confession.

But...

You're not letting her go.

You're gonna charge her.

She's your problem now.

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Sergio Anmarco was convicted of the sale

and distribution of a schedule two narcotic.

He was sentenced to 30 years

to be served at Folsom State Prison.

William Kutler was convicted of manufacturing

an adulterated schedule two narcotic.

Attempted murder and six counts of first degree murder.

He was sentenced to die by lethal injection

at San Quentin State Prison.

Joanna Kutler was convicted of a felony drug possession.

Her second offense.

She was sentenced to six years

to be served at Northern California Women's Facility.

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