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Gentlemen.

You're in the wrong place,
Inspector.

Take-out's downstairs.

We're looking
for Sam Rydell.

Never heard of him.

Then you don't watch TV.

Our records say that he called

this club about 20 times
in the past 2 weeks.

Maybe he's ordering egg rolls.

You know,
if you write a Yelp review,

you get 10% off your next delivery.

That's cute. Give it to him.

What's this?
Open it.

These are all current cases
that name the Tongs --

prostitution, racketeering.

We can handle this here
or down in Homicide.

It's on you.

I saw Sam
a few days ago.

Yeah, we know. You roughed him
up pretty good.

We had a conversation.
Where'd he go?

Well, if he's smart,
halfway to Mexico by now.

Why is that? 'Cause sandwich man
owes us some serious greens.

So you threw him over
the bridge,

wanted to teach him a lesson?
I didn't do shit.

If you want any more info,
you gotta talk to my lawyer.

He's that drunk fool over there

singing them
silly white man songs.

All right, get up.
We're taking you in.

Come on, man!

What's wrong with you?

Inspectors.

A word, please.

I was just about to have
a little late night snack.

Care to join me?

Egg roll?

No, we're good.

My grandmother's recipe.

When I was a boy, I watched her
roll a hundred in one hour.

She had the smallest fingers.
Good for delicate things.

I'm sorry.

But you're not interested
in my, uh, culinary history.

So how may I assist you?

Sam Rydell.

We found his car abandoned
on the Richmond Bridge.

Your business card was tucked in
his jacket inside pocket.

There are times when a client
does not repay his loan

in a timely manner.

I find fear motivates them
to do the right thing.

Yeah, well, you scared him,
all right.

He thought you were
gonna kill him.

No.

Fear is one thing,
but death is another.

I did not build
such a successful business

by burning money.

Mr. Rydell is a feiyang,
cash cow.

My people were farmers
from Guangzhou.

And every good farmer knows

one does not slaughter
a feiyang.

One milks it.

Mm-hmm. I would be sorry to lose Mr.
Rydell.

Let's go. Come on.

Damn!

All right.

Deal me in.

A split.

Okay, come on, God.

Just be good to me one time.

Come on. One time.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

Yes!

Okay, all right.

Please.

Please, please. Yes!

Thank you, Lord.
Yeah!

Okay, come on, bust,
you rat bastard.

No offense.

Come on.

Bust. Bust. Come on.

Bust.

Yes!

Yes, I knew you could do it!

The boy is back!
Don't bury me yet!

Whoo! Okay.

We are on a roll!

Hey.

Right on time.
Hey, good morning.

Got you the daily special.

Thanks.
Yeah. Wanna...

Yeah.

So what'd you wanna tell me
you couldn't say over the phone?

Well, I've been, uh,
been working for a bit

on an investigative piece
about violence in the NFL

off the field.

And I wanted to share a tip
from an inside source

about a player who pulled a gun
on Normandy.

Okay, is this credible
or just more gossip?

Well, Billy James is my source,
so yeah, it's credible.

I think it's what
got him killed.

Did he tell you
the player's name?

Luke Wedman, former running back
for the Wildcats.

Yeah, guy's a local hero.

Scored the winning touchdown
for USC

in the Rose Bowl senior year.

Yeah, well, this hero pointed
a gun at Normandy Parker

in the Wildcats' locker room.
Why?

Last game of the season,
Normandy was supposed

to hand the ball off to Luke
for a gimme touchdown,

but instead called an audible
and ran it in himself.

Luke never scored
his 10th touchdown,

which would've triggered
a $2 million performance bonus

in his contract.

How did the team keep it quiet?

Lieutenant Koto.

The pro football player pulls
a gun on the star quarterback,

and nobody hears anything
about it?

Not on Twitter, Facebook,
nothing?

Who does Luke play for now?
He doesn't.

Guy rushed for 1,200 yards
that season,

and he's still a free agent.

Maybe Normandy Parker
leaked it to management.

Luke could've blamed him
for ruining his career.

Two in the head and they're even.
Okay, Billy James' murder.

What's -- what's the connection?
Maybe there is none.

Thank you.

Sam Rydell has been found.
That was Reno P.D.

He had a heart attack last night
in a casino.

Is he dead?

No, they stented him.
He's stable.

How come it took so long
for them to call us?

There's an APB out.
Sam's all over the news.

Yeah, he had a fake ID on him --
a couple, actually --

and a Canadian passport.

Wasn't until the day nurse
recognized him

from his commercials that
she thought to call the cops.

It seems he's ready to talk.

Why don't you guys fly up there
and bring him back?

He's at Reno General.
Okay.

The two of you
go interview Luke.

My information is that
he spends most every day

at Metro Fitness working out.

Yeah, well,
old habits never die.

Yeah.

Luke Wedman?

Terry English, SFPD, Homicide.
This is Inspector Mulligan.

Why are you here?

You're looking good, man.
I see you putting in the hours.

Thanks. Gotta stay primed
for when the call comes in.

Every weekend adds names
to the injury list, you know?

I keep my toothbrush packed.
You got the fans upset, man,

saying the Wildcats
shouldn't have cut you.

Yeah. People spread their love
for me. I know they did.

No help. No help at all.

Seems Twitter don't keep you
on a roster.

Ah, I hear you.
You follow football?

Yeah. My dad and brother
made a point of it.

Church and football
every Sunday -- not an option.

But the pair of you didn't
come here to blah-blah

about my career, did you?

So just get to it, okay?
Before I cool down too much.

Yeah, my bad. Uh, the night
Normandy Parker got killed --

Come on, man. For real?

Hey, we just wanna see
where you were.

Why? Billy James killed him.

How do you know that?
'Cause I know I didn't.

Well, you point at a guy
in a locker room

with a $2 million motive --
Who said anything about a gun?

Guy gets shot dead,

people remember the first part,
you know?

You're gonna ruin any chance
I got at a future.

Only if you killed him, man.

Look, just tell us
where you were,

we'll let you get back to your workout.

I was at home.
I saw it on the news.

Popped a bottle of
the good stuff to celebrate.

Couldn't have happened
to a better guy.

An arrogant prick.

Huh. All right, well, did you
share a glass with anybody else

while the bottle was still open?

Yeah, my girl.

Your girl have a name?

Yeah, she's got a name.
Willow.

I'll tell her you're coming.

Okay, all right.
Appreciate the cooperation, man.

Thank you. Oh, just so
we cover all our bases,

where were you when Billy James
got killed last Thursday?

Sure. I was principal for a day
at Jefferson High.

You can see all the photos
of me online.

Charity work is a part of
my anger management therapy.

It really helps.

All right, back to work.

Guy owns a nationwide chain,

prints money in his sleep,

and he manages
to piss it all away.

Mm.
Great American tragedy.

Yeah.
Riches to rags.

And...Hello.

Hello.
Oh.

Mm.

I like having you home.

Oh, come on.

Okay, well, don't forget
where I was.

I'm committing it
to memory.

May I help you?

Um, is Mario home?

Who are you?
Just a friend.

He left something in my car.

Mario.
What?

Your friend is here.

I'm sorry.

Do I know you?

Mario Siletti?
Yes.

You've been served.
Oh.

Goddamnit.

Oh...

What? What is it?

Well, I'm being sued.
Yeah.

For $15 million?

Wait. What?!

The woman's family.

We haven't even started
the trial yet and now this?

Oh, my God.

What did you mean by
"your friend is here"?

Hmm?

No, I made a promise to you
to honor our marriage.

How long before you actually
trust me again, hmm?

What more can I do, Cass?

I'm sorry.

It's just that old scars --
they still hurt.

You know,
this is a process.

What are we gonna do?

We'll handle it.

Come here.

Even if Willow answers,

you know she's gonna
lie her ass off for him.

See? Look at that.
You are a romantic.

I'm sure she
bounced the second he called.

What's going on?

Uh, do you know
if Willow's home?

Are you here about
her boyfriend?

No, we're investigating
a homicide.

Oh, my God.
Who did he kill?

I was always afraid
it would be me.

You know, you read about it,
the neighbor who

calls the police and then
ends up needing them.

You can't just listen
and do nothing,

or you're part
of the problem, right?

Listen to what?

Oh, I won't come out my front
door if he's in the hall.

I mean, if he hits her
and he loves her,

what do you think
he'd do to me?

I should move,
but I love my condo.

9-1-1 is a joke.
Can't you guys help her?

Uh, we'll follow up on that.

When was the last time
you made a complaint?

May 17th.

Okay, so let
me get this straight.

Luke's alibi
for Normandy's murder

is he was beating his girlfriend
at the time?

Yeah. Dispatched confirmed
sending patrol.

Uh, the reports say she was
bruised on her cheek

and had a black eye.

She claims
she ran into a door.

Oh, doors are such a danger
to women, aren't they?

Yeah. All the noise she
said came from TV.

Other than that, after that,
it was peaceful in paradise.

So the uniforms
turned around and left?

Well, they gave him
a warning.

I mean,
this guy's still a celebrity.

The guy's
a violent asshole,

but he didn't kill
either of our vics.

Yeah. Oh.
Look what we got here.

Oh.

Remind me
to never vacation in Reno.

I heard that.

So I-I took the company I built
from one sandwich shack

to a food empire
and I bled it dry.

I mean, there must've been
some sort of quarterly reports

you had to file, right?

Some sort
of checks and balances?

You'd be surprised how easy
it is to take some money

from Column "A" and put it
over to Column "B."

How much are we talking?

Well, it started out small
at first, you know?

Phony consulting fee
here and there.

But, man, once the ball
started rolling,

I...I couldn't stop it.

God knows how much
the company owes.

Did Normandy
know about this? Yes.

Last season, I came to Norm
with a plan to fix a game.

I hadn't funneled that much
money out of the company yet.

I needed a sure thing
to bet my way out of trouble.

Just -- Norm, he throws a few
bad passes, problem solved.

So did he do it?

No, Normandy was too proud
for something like that.

He gave me a pretty nasty
tongue lashing, though.

Told me to get my shit together.

Why didn't Normandy just
sell his own shares?

I mean, it's not like anyone
else knew the company

was a fraud, right? That's
-- that's not Norm's style.

Look, guys like Norm -- they
don't think like you and me.

Losing is not an option.

So if Normandy didn't bail
you out, who did? Andy Chan.

The Tongs became my bank.
Got to win a little bit,

I put some money back
into the company

so that nobody would notice,
and I'd lose and borrow more.

Until the Tongs wanted
their money back.

Yeah.

Turns out it's easier
to defraud your own company

than it is to put one over
on the Chinese mob.

So you ran?
Yeah, I needed time.

I needed time to pay off
my debts.

I needed time to start
a new life.

Sometimes time is more valuable
than money.

Yeah, you sure had enough time
to stop in Reno

and play a few hands
of Blackjack.

Not exactly
the best place to hide

if you're trying to stay off
the grid, right?

Hey, guys, that wasn't
my fault, okay?

Gambler's GPS routed me through
Reno on my way to Canada.

So you made it look like
the Tongs took you

to give you more time?

What -- what about
your girlfriend?

I mean, she was scared half
to death. Did you consider her

- when you were planning all this?
- She was in on it.

That's cold, man.

Having your lady
take the heat for you?

And lie to cops?

Look, Amanda,
she -- she spent a semester

at the Royal Academy
in London.

Man, I tell you, that girl --
she can sell a line.

Does Amanda know we have him?

Yeah, I already told her. She
thinks she's coming to pick him up?

It wasn't her fault. The only
thing she did wrong was

trust that I-I would do right by her.
Yeah, you used her.

Let's not get it twisted. You know what?
doesn't even matter.

I'm a dead man, anyway.

Soon as the Tongs find out
I'm alive,

they're gonna find me,
chop me up,

and feed me to the turtles
they sell down in Chinatown.

Yeah, that sounds like a you
problem, not an us problem.

No, it is an us problem
when I wind up dead.

Come on, guys.
Why don't you just lock me up?

I've already confessed
to fraud,

countless S.E.C. violations.

Please, send me to jail.

You think
a Tong lieutenant like Chow

can't get to you in jail?

No. Not -- not jail jail.
I'm talking about good jail.

Oh.
Send me upstate

where they have tennis courts
and put on talent shows.

That's where I belong, with
other white collar criminals.

Fine. Tell us why
you hired Billy James

to kill Normandy Parker,
and I'll walk you down myself.

What?

W- what are you talking about?

Are you kidding? That's why
you brought me back here?

You think I killed Normandy?

You had a key man policy
on Normandy's head.

10 million bucks buys you
a lot of time.

Hey, man...
I get it.

You asked Normandy for a solid,

and he spit in your face.

It wouldn't have hurt him any
to throw one game.

You tell us the truth,

and we can try and make things
better for you.

You got stuck,

so you hired Billy James
to pop Normandy, didn't you?

Look, me and Norm,
we're like family, okay?

I know I've done some
horrible things,

but I'm a good person.

I would never, ever
do anything to Norm, ever.

I would let the Tongs kill me
before I did that.

You gotta believe me.

All right, so he's
a degenerate gambler,

probably steal from
the church collection plate,

but I don't think
he's a killer.

So he goes upstate
for embezzlement,

and we're back to square one
with the Normandy case.

Perfect.

I haven't slept since
Sam's been missing.

I kept running it in my head,
what could be happening to him,

thinking I'd never see
him again.

And I just wanted to die,
you know?

Thank you, guys, so much
for bringing him home.

Amanda?

Oh, my God!

Sammy.

Oh, my God. Look at you.

Oh.
What are you wearing?

I don't care. You're here
and you're alive.

And I was so scared -- Amanda, you
can -- you can drop the act, okay?

I- I told them everything.

Reno, Sam?

I was all packed.

Am I in trouble?

Not if you leave now.

Look, Aman-- just --
I don't think so, Sam.

S.E.C. is on its way.
Let's go.

Hey.

Shots were fired
in Alicia's house.

SWAT's en route.
We should get going.

Listen, the cops didn't
even give me time

to open up the door.

They just broke in.
They put assault weapons on me.

They threw me down
on the ground.

Nobody even told me why.
Try to relax, sir.

It's not that easy right now.
An emergency call came in

saying that there were
shots fired within the house.

Where's your daughter?
She's in rehab.

Nothing happened here.
There were no shots fired.

SWAT is still securing
the house.

At this point, they're assuming
that it's a prank.

They're doing it to celebrities
these days.

It's called "swatting."
That's sick.

Are you staying in
the house right now, Mr. Barnes?

Well, someone responsible's
gotta be here

when she gets home, not
the crowd she's dealing with.

Look at this. Look.

Look at this.

Look at this.
Yeah.

I'm trying to keep the house
safe for her, you know?

Inspectors, we found this

beneath the bed
in the master bedroom.

It was loaded but it was not
discharged today.

You found a loaded gun in her bedroom?
Thank you.

Do you see
what I'm up against?

Listen, you gotta get it
the hell out of here, okay?

I can't have it around her.
Yes, sir.

Please, I'm just trying to keep
my daughter safe, guys.

Thank you.

Hey.

Hey. Hey, it occurred to me
I owe you half a dinner.

'Cause you can't officially
call it a date

if you only get
to the appetizers.

Yeah, being a cop really
screws up your social life.

Well, would you like to, uh,

do the back-half
of dinner tonight?

Yeah, sure.

Cool. All right, um...

7:00?
I'll pick you up at 7:00.

7:00's good.
7:00's good.

All right.

All right. See you.
Yeah, tonight.

Hey. Hey, so the.22 that SWAT
found under Alicia's bed?

Registered
to Andrew Lippman.

Hmm. Lawyer/manager/bedmate.

I heard that.
Dude's full service, huh?

I goosed ballistics
to put a same day rush on it.

For you.

Oh. Thanks.

$15 million?

Who are they kidding?

The woman worked
as a nurse, right?

I mean, how much could she have
made in a year? What? $32K?

Just take a deep breath.

You have 30 days to respond.

And I know the best
civil attorneys in town.

I can't afford
the best attorneys in town.

I didn't say
the most expensive.

All right, assuming we win
the criminal case,

you should be able to settle
for 10 cents on the dollar.

That's $1.5 million.

That's under my liability limit.

I'm covered by insurance.

I hate breaking bad news.

No, I looked it up
already, Al.

Even a real DUI doesn't change
the coverage.

They still have to pay up
to the limit on my policy.

I have zero exposure.

Did you look up driving
with an expired license?

Your insurance company
can deny the claim

because you weren't legally
operating the vehicle

at the time of the accident.

Are you sure?
I do this for a living.

How could you not renew
your driver's license

for a whole year?

We can't even make the argument
that it was slightly expired.

I was busy.
All right, well,

you still have equity
in your house, though, right?

I'm not at fault. My house?

Money is the least of your
problems if you're in jail.

We need to focus on our case.
We've received discovery.

Already? Well, you wanted
to fast-track the trial,

and the State is
making it happen for you.

Not a favor,
I'll tell you again.

Delays are a defense attorney's
best friend.

You're still thinking like
a prosecutor.

'Cause the sooner
this is over,

the sooner I can get back
to the right side of the aisle.

I never would have produced
discovery that fast.

You know, I used to
give old contact info

for the witnesses just to make
the defense work harder.

Yeah, nice.
Very professional.

Oh, please. You know how much
the defense withholds.

Don't get all prissy on me.

There's an eyewitness
to the accident.

No, there wasn't. Yeah,
she's on the State's list.

Her name is Skylar Jennings.

Let me see her statement.
Well, it's a partial.

She says she was at
or near the scene.

She observed the events
in their entirety.

She declined to complete
her statement

pending further discussions
with the DA's office.

State's back pocket witness.
Yeah, I ran her record.

Repeated arrests for narcotics,
vandalism, criminal trespassing.

And pending charges.
Exactly.

She's a junkie snitch.
She's looking to cut a deal.

She can't hurt us.

I am more worried about
your wife.

I thought we agreed
about this.

If the State gets her to admit
that you two were having

an argument at the time
of the accident,

it supports negligence.

You were drunk and distracted.
Why would you risk that?

There is no risk.

Okay? Cassie will testify
that I was sober in the car.

And she will also establish

that the victim
was impossible to see.

I had no way
to stop in time.

The sole cause of this accident
is the victim's own negligence.

You'll find a respectful way
to put that.

I took your advice, Al.

Cassie and I are
getting along

better than we have
in a long time.

It's a terrible way
to save your marriage, but...

She won't do anything
to hurt us.

Okay.

Thank you very much.
What?

Ballistics fingerprinting shows
that Andrew Lippman's gun

is the exact match to the gun
that killed Normandy Parker.

We've got our murder weapon.
Let's go get this guy.

Yes, I bought Alicia the gun
for protection from stalkers

in case any of them got past
her security.

Look, I have no idea
how Billy got a hold of it.

Or how the murder weapon
ended up in her house?

Under her bed?

You're not seriously trying
to lay Normandy's murder

on my client, are you?

Or is this to make the new DA
famous worldwide?

Look, she is too fragile

to go through
some ridiculous shitstorm.

Come on. Don't do this.
This makes no sense.

We're not looking at her,
though.

We're looking at you.

What?

Me?

Uh, okay. Okay, look.

I- I-I understand that you are
under maxi pressure

to identify somebody.

Look, anybody
resembling a suspect

in a double murder here.

But -- but me?

Well, just look at it
from our perspective.

You were with Alicia way before
Normandy.

He pushed you out.
You know, he took over.

She didn't need you anymore.

Yeah, I was pissed. You bet.
I said some things.

But not threats.

Not death threats.

And then I moved on because
business is the priority.

And you know what? Normandy, he
was actually good for business.

He made Alicia stable
ways I never could.

I was grateful to him
eventually.

You and Billy were tight,
though, right?

No. I was not tight with...

We were in the same rooms
at the same times.

He was with Normandy. I was with
Alicia. They were together.

Until the two of them
got rid of the two of you,

and you convinced Billy to solve
your little mutual problem.

Arrest me and Mirandize me

or let me walk out
that door.

Did Billy try to squeeze you
for more money,

but you knew it was never
gonna be over

while he was still breathing?
Is that what happened?

I had nothing to do
with killing anyone.

When Billy was shot, I was
taking my regular spin class

in Bernal Heights
at Spin Spirit Studio.

I'm covered.

You check it out.

And now...may I leave?

Sure. We know where
to find you.

He signed in right there
for Pagan's class.

Everybody loves
Pagan's class.

Is there a chance someone else
could've signed in for him?

I was here when he signed in,
and I was here when he left.

He never misses a class.

Spin Spirit isn't just exercise.
Hey.

It's a happening
where soul and sweat meet

for a psychic revolution.

Once you're hooked, you don't
wanna live without it.

Mm. Hard to believe it's legal.

Thanks.
Thank you.

That was Koto. Uh, Reardon
wants Lippman booked.

Give it to me!

Who cares? An alibi for
Billy's murder doesn't mean

that Lippman didn't hire him
to kill Normandy.

Look, you guys,
don't be so linear.

These two murders might not
even be connected

except by wishful thinking.

It's too big a coincidence.

People get dead
for all sorts of reasons.

Billy is no exception.

Look, how 'bout a drug deal
that went bad?

Or maybe a football fan
who lost his mind?

Or perhaps a husband taking out
the competition?

Or maybe it was just the wrong
place at the wrong time?

Look, you guys, why do I have
to convince you?

You did a great job.
You did good work.

Go celebrate.

Look, we all want
the right guy for this.

I understand,
and if you find evidence

that connects Lippman
to the second murder,

I will be overjoyed
to amend the complaint.

But in the meantime, guilty
people have been convicted

on a lot less than what
we have on Lippman.

So, thank you, Inspectors.
Thank you, Lieutenant.

Parker takes the snap.
Drops back in the pocket.

Yeah?

Hey.

I already did all my SAT prep
work for tomorrow.

That math homework was a joke,
by the way.

Whatever it's costing you
is too much.

Normandy Parker with
the 40-yard touchdown pass.

You're playing with Normandy Parker?
Yeah.

Kind of weird, right?

But, um, still the best player
in the game.

Hey, Michael,
can you turn that off?

We need to talk.
Well, that's never good.

What's up?

I don't know how
to say this

except to say it to you
straight.

I'm being sued
for $15 million

by the family of the woman
who died in the accident.

You know, I'm gonna defend
against it, but right now

best case scenario
is the worst case scenario.

What does that even mean?

It means I can't get you
that car.

And I don't know about
out-of-state tuition.

I need you
to make this SAT prep

worth the money, all right?

You need to max your scores
and push your grades up,

and we'll try and get you
a scholarship.

And if not...

then loans.

Loans? We were just
handed a new reality,

and we're all gonna
have to step up.

I just hope we don't lose
our house.

You understand?

It's the last thing
I wanted.

I'm sorry, buddy.
I'm so sorry.

No, no! I'm sorry. Come here.
Come here.

No.
It's okay.

It's okay. It's okay.

I know. Shh.

You
could've brought me in the back way.

Yeah, well, these were specific
instructions. Nothing personal.

The DA wanted
to look good, huh?

Something like that.

Andy, does Alicia know
you've been arrested

for the murder
of Normandy Parker?

Oh, shit. Oh, shit, that's Alicia's dad.
That's her dad! Come on!

Over here!

Mr. Barnes!

How's Alicia doing?

Paul Barnes. I'm expected.

Mr. Barnes, do you believe
Alicia's involved?

Mr. Barnes, do you believe
she's involved?

Normandy would still
be alive if it wasn't for me.

It's not your fault, honey.
You gotta stop blaming yourself.

Billy used my gun
to kill him.

It was not your gun, okay?
It was Andrew's gun, baby.

That's why he's the one
in jail.

Do you know what -- what they're
saying on social media?

They're -- they're
saying lawyer and pop star

take out jealous boyfriend
in love triangle gone wrong.

You gotta stop reading
that garbage, okay?

You have to focus on what's
important right now, baby,

and that's your health.

You don't know what it's like
for me in here.

The food is horrible.

The equine therapy is shit.

The web site says that all
the sheets are 900-thread countm

and it feels like 600.

It's like sleeping
on sandpaper, okay?

I just -- I just wanna
come home, Daddy.

I know you do.
I know you do, baby.

It's just not that simple
right now.

Yes, it is. Yes, it is.

I signed myself into rehab.
I can sign myself out!

And then what's gonna
happen next?

Are you strong enough
to handle all this?

I loved Normandy so much.

I know you did, baby.
I know you did.

All right, listen.

Look at me.

I want you to promise me
something, okay?

Promise me that you're gonna
stay here. Okay?

'Cause I need to know
that you're in a safe place.

I can't lose you again.

Hey, Lieutenant.

What happened with Luke?

Uh, there's --
there's nothing there.

I bring you Luke, you come back
with Andrew Lippman?

Look, Luke's not our guy.
How do you know that?

It's --
it's a longer story

than I have time
to tell you right now.

Okay.

All right, um,

how about you meet me
at Rosewater Tavern, an hour?

Uh, okay.

Okay.

It's, uh, Dollar Taco Night
tonight. You hungry?

Oh, I can't tonight.
I have dinner plans.

What? You got a hot date?

Mm, kinda.

Who with?

Oh, um...
Burnside, actually.

Burnside? Again?

Again.

Huh.

How's Cassie doing?
And Michael?

Good. I mean, it's called
a trial for a reason,

but, uh, we'll get through it.
None for me, thanks.

Well, Janie sends her love.
Oh.

And thank you for referring me
to Al Arkin.

You were spot on about him.

You know, we got a real shot
at acquittal.

Oh, I'm glad to hear it,
Mario.

But this whole thing has really
forced me to look at my future.

You know, where I want
to see myself.

You know,
even with a clear win,

I'll never get the trust
of the public again.

And the ethical decision
would be to resign.

But, uh,
whenever one door closes,

another one opens, right?

So I was thinking I'd like
to take you up on your offer.

I assume
that's why you called.

And I wanted to talk to you
face-to-face.

Look, we both know that

circumstances have changed
since then.

You can't even promise
you'll be able to practice law.

I'm not gonna get disbarred, Frank.
Okay, fine.

Let's say you're right.
I- I hope you're right.

But I had to push hard
to get you that offer

in the first place.
Half my partners hate you.

Yeah, because I beat
their ass in court.

You tell them I will teach them
everything I know.

Well, they'll love that.
They'll love me.

Who else has the perspective
I do? Hmm?

A career prosecutor
who has also been a defendant.

That gives me a 2-way insight
that I never had before.

And you know
that DAs make mistakes,

but I know how and where.

That makes me
a hell of an asset, Frank,

and that's why you came
to dinner tonight.

Okay. Best I can do.

If you're acquitted,

I will speak to
the executive committee.

Thank you.

Although, considering
what you're up against,

you get a clean walk, maybe
we should hire Arkin instead.

Ha.

Okay, so Luke Wedman had means,
motive, and opportunity --

the trifecta for a case,

plus a prior threat against
Normandy with a gun,

and he fits the general
description of the shooter.

What more do you need?

He didn't have opportunity.

How so?

His alibis were rock solid
for both murders.

When Billy James was
getting killed,

Luke was busy
posing for pictures

with a whole school full
of little kids

as Principal for the Day.
Oh, come on.

Yeah. And you'll appreciate
this one.

When Normandy Parker
was getting killed,

Luke was busy beating up
his girlfriend.

So the SFPD is his alibi.

Hey, what do you
wanna drink?

Um, I'll have
an IPA, please.

Uh, two IPAs, please.
Okay.

Thanks.

Tell me Luke
at least got arrested

for domestic violence.
Mnh-mnh.

An internal police report
was filed, but no arrest.

But it does take him off
the suspect list for homicide.

Here you go.
Unbelievable.

Thank you.

Wow.

Cheers.

Cheers.

Um, I wanted to thank you.

For what?

Well, I took

your "be a responsible
journalist" advice.

I have an interview
next week with ESPN.

They are looking for
an investigator reporter

who specializes in
hard-to-find stories. So...

All right.

That sounds like you.

Well, I like a good challenge.
Don't you?

That depends.

Hmm.

Hey. Congratulations.

Well, it's not like
I got the job yet.

No. You're gonna look good
in high-def.

I'm an expert
on these things.

So back in the 9th century,

a goat herder
by the name of Kaldi

noticed that his goats were
acting kind of odd.

So they were all energetic

and they wouldn't go to
sleep at night. Okay.

So he went to see what was up,
and he discovered

that his herd were eating
the fruit off a coffee tree.

I thought coffee came
from a bean.

It does, but the bean
is the seed in the fruit.

Ah.

So Kaldi then goes
to his local monastery,

and he tells them
all about his goats,

and then they take the fruit,
they turn it into a drink.

You fast forward 1,200 years,

and you get hipster coffee bars
on every block.

You know
a lot of weird shit.

Yes, I do. Thank you.

I have a lot of downtime
at the morgue

and not a lot of company.

Except for dead people.
Right.

And they don't talk back.
No.

So...
So...

That was fun. Thanks.
I had a good time.

Yeah, me, too.
Yeah.

Thanks.

So, um...

See you at work then.

Yeah, for sure. Night.

Good night.