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♪ Too tough to die

♪ Blessed are those who believe

♪ Who believe and have not seen

♪ I wasn't there
and it's got me wondering

♪ No room to turn

♪ Let alone learn

♪ And I am...

♪ I'm too tough to die

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(Dull footsteps)

- Fuck!
- Aargh!

Aargh!

I take it you're not
letting me in.

- I don't wanna wake Ruby.
- I'll be quiet.

I might not.

I just wanted to see
how you were doing.

Where's Max?
Where are they keeping him?

They won't let us take the remains
for burial until next week.

I want to see him.

You don't.

You know, I used to push him
out of the tree house.

He'd fall right on his back.

Wind knocked out of him.

He'd just laugh.

He always did that
when he was hurt. He'd...

..just laugh.

He couldn't breathe
and I...just left him there.

I took off with my friends
and...

I always left him behind.

Alec, this isn't your fault.

Oh, I know that.

It was Grace. Or Jackie.
Whatever the fuck you call her.

And she's gonna pay
for what she did.

You wanna know
the weirdest thing?

I don't blame her.

You brought that bitch onto the
docks, into our house. You.

You're right. This is
my fault. I know that.

But right now, you and I,
we need to come together.

I saw your face.

When you realized
Max was dead...and not me...

..I saw it in your eyes.

This...disappointment.

You can't believe that.

You need to find a way
to forgive me.

I can't afford to lose
another son.

Alec...

One day you're gonna lead
this family.

Family? What family?

You call this a family?

Open wide.

(Chatter)

- Are hers the only ones?
- Okay. Yeah.

- We're done.
- Alright.

Can I help you?

Detective Lucas Mitchell.
San Jose PD.

I'd like to speak with
Detective Travis, please.

Get in line.
One children's drawing.

Excuse me.
I trained her. We're friends.

I just wanna go in
and make sure she's okay.

Five minutes, please.

Five minutes.

You shouldn't be seen with me.

Just tell me
it was self-defense.

Yes.

Tell them everything, Grace.

Cooperate.

Don't give 'em another reason
to crucify you.

There is still a mole
in the department, Mitch.

If I start talking,
if I tell them what I know,

I'll be dead before I get
in front of the judge.

Oh, they've got me
right where they want me.

They can kill me ten different ways
before I get to the arraignment.

Mitch...

just walk away.

Before they get to you, too.

You know, when cops lose it, people think
it's because something big happened.

You know,
they shoot an innocent

or their wife leaves them -
something like that.

But I just woke up one day and I couldn't
face another shitty fucking alley

and looking at
another dead body.

My nerve...

It just vanished. One day
to the next, it was gone.

I transferred out of here, took
that desk job in San Jose.

I stopped giving a shit.

I was sleepwalking, Travis.

You woke me up.

I'm not gonna
disappear on you now.

- I'm so scared.
- Hey. It's okay. It's okay.

Toughen up.

You let me just see who
comes out of the woodwork.

Thank you.

- Where is she?
- Being processed.

Okay, what we have is a decorated
but emotionally unstable officer

who took the law into her own
hands with tragic consequences.

Get a confession and get her
downstairs in a timely fashion.

- No surprises.
- Sir.

With all due respect,
it may not be that simple.

Travis is nothing
if not stubborn.

Correct me if I'm wrong, but this whole
clusterfuck happened on your watch,

didn't it?

- Yes, sir. - Grace Travis was your
responsibility, wasn't she?

- Yes. - You have one chance to get
this situation under control

before the media
run wild with it.

I will not see my career

sacrificed on the altar of
your incompetence, Lieutenant.

Sir.

We need to bring
Internal Affairs in on this.

Leave that to me.

Excuse me.
I'm looking for Grace Travis.

- She's my wife.
- Give me a second.

She was arrested earlier
this evening, brought here.

I suggest you take a seat, sir.

Okay.

Fine. Let's go.

They'll probably go after you for
murder so you plead to manslaughter.

I know what they're gonna do.

I've been on the other side
of this table 100 times.

They've got your prints on a gun
which puts you at the crime scene.

It's clear what their line
on motive will be.

Let's see what they come up
with in the interview.

Anything you wanna tell me
now that may help?

No.

- (JIMMY) Excuse me.
- Yes?

I'd like to speak to whoever's in
charge of the Max Laszlo murder.

Dad?

Dad, that's the guy
from the neighborhood watch.

- Yeah, I know.
- What's he doing here?

Lieutenant, I should be
in on this interview.

No, you should be directing
traffic at the Coliseum.

I was her handler.
She trusts me.

You're not listening.
It's over.

You knew Grace was back under
and you lied about it

and you covered up
the attempt on her life.

That's a career-ender, even
without your sordid romance

with confidential informant
number 237.

That is...complicated,
Lieutenant.

I gave you fair warning.

You're done.

Expect a call from IAD.

Could you come with me, sir?

Stay here.

Hey. Who was that?

You don't read the papers?

I'm Deputy Chief Campbell.

I'm taking personal charge
of your son's case.

You mean his murder?

There's been an arrest.
Her name is Grace Travis.

You know her better
as Jackie Hays.

What's she saying?
Is she admitting to it?

- I can't discuss that.
- Is she here? I want to see her.

I'm sorry.
That's not possible.

You will be free to attend her
arraignment - if there is one.

I wanna know what happened.

We'll get to the bottom
of it, Mr Laszlo.

- Sir. Mr Laszlo.
- What happens next?

She will likely be charged
within 24 hours.

She'll then be transported to Oakland
County to await arraignment.

She's a police officer but she will
receive no special treatment from us.

While you're here, we'd appreciate
it if you'd answer some questions.

You want to interrogate me?

Just a few questions. It may help
bring your son's killer to justice.

No-one wants that
more than me.

- What are you doing here?
- Oh, shit.

I was gonna ask you
the same question.

- You working for Jimmy?
- Excuse me, Detective?

Are you working
for Jimmy Laszlo?

I heard you the first time.
I just had to hear it again.

You know I'm getting the axe?

Well, shat-on ex-cops don't make
very effective police moles.

I'm sure you can be effective
when you need to be.

Look, you're right.

Jimmy's got somebody
in the department.

They've been two steps
ahead of us for years.

And no-one's that smart.
Not even me.

What are you doing at his offices
in the middle of the night?

I don't got
that many moves left.

If I find out who the mole
is, bring him in,

and that person's higher up
than me,

I might have enough leverage
to keep my pension.

Trust me or not,
I don't give a fuck.

I saw you, you know.

Stealing recovered evidence
from Max Laszlo's body.

His fucking keys.

Why don't we take a poke around
while Jimmy's down the station?

Alright. Jesus Christ.

When did you first meet
Jackie Hays?

Summer last year.
August, I think.

She started doing favors
for me around the docks.

What kind of favors?

She introduced me to a few
business opportunities.

Legitimate, of course.

Were you aware she was
an undercover officer?

No, I was not.

When did you become aware
she was undercover?

A few hours ago, on the news.

At no point did you suspect Jackie
Hays might have been law enforcement?

No.

I've met undercover cops
in the docks before.

You can smell them a mile away.

Jackie was unlike any
undercover cop I've met before.

Why?

After our introduction,

she had zero interest
in my business dealings.

No interest
in union corruption.

Missing containers.
Drugs. WMDs.

All the usual stuff that cops
like to obsess about.

What did she talk about?

Her son.

Sam?

She talked about Sam,
as Jackie?

She confided in me that Sam had
been killed in a drive-by shooting.

And she was gonna find the killer
since the police couldn't.

It was at that time
I started to worry about her.

About her mental state.

What worried you exactly?

At times she seemed delusional.

I started to distance myself
but then my son...

My son Max came home and she
became fixated on him.

How do you mean?

She got it in her head
that Max had killed her son.

Max?

Which is insane, because Max was
incarcerated at the time of the shooting.

Of course, now it's clear
what she was planning.

My regret is that I let her
into my life.

That I allowed the relationship
to progress as far as it did

before I could see
how disturbed she was.

How far did it progress?

She's your undercover agent.

You must know how effective
she can be.

We need you to be
perfectly clear, Mr Laszlo.

Did you and Grace Travis
have a sexual relationship?

She was always just...

Jackie to me.

What is taking you guys
so long?

We have a situation
that requires IAD now.

'What situation?
What are you talking about?'

Nobody called you?

You sure this is his office?

This is all his mail.

What did they pull
off the body?

Oh, you know.
Watch, keys - usual.

Everything was burnt
to a crisp.

Grace really did a number
on him.

Allegedly did a number on him.

Aren't you adorable!

Oh. Hey, wait a minute.

Santa Rita County.

He was writing to somebody
from prison.

What is that? Code?

Chess moves. Yeah.

Yeah. He was carrying on
a game from the inside.

I wonder who with.

Rufus Zapata.

Mr Travis. Sorry to keep you.

What's going on?
Where is my wife?

If you come with me,
I'll answer your questions

and hopefully you can answer
some of mine.

It would be very helpful
for Grace.

No. I don't want to leave
my daughter.

- You look after her.
- I'll be fine.

Okay.

Come on.

How much did you know about your
wife's relationship to Jimmy Laszlo?

We never discussed her work.

Did she tell you she and Mr Laszlo were...
sleeping together?

Like I said...

we never talked about her work.

But Grace wasn't undercover.

She was on leave.
You knew that, right?

She told me
she was back on the job.

Any work she did
with Jimmy Laszlo was...

extracurricular.

I know you're trying
to get a rise out of me.

- It's not about that, Tom.
- Oh...

Can I call you Tom?

Did Grace tell you
what she planned to do

once she found who killed Sam?

Did she tell you how far
she was willing to go?

Sleeping with Jimmy,
burning bodies.

Is there nothing
she wouldn't do?

Talk to me, Tom.
You can still help your wife.

You know what?

Maybe if you'd done your fucking
job, none of this would've happened.

She gave her life -
our life -

to this fucking job!

And where were you when she needed you?
You left her out in the cold.

What do you expect? Now you want to
crucify her for doing your fucking job?

For chasing down
the son of a bitch who...

Who what, Tom? Who what?

Am I free to go?

I have a daughter
to look after.

So what grade you in?

Ninth.

You do good in school?

I do well in school. Yes.

What do you wanna be
when you grow up?

A cop. Just like my mom.

(Door opens)

Must be getting
pretty crowded next door.

Yeah, a little bit.

So who's in there?

The usual suspects.
Duffy, Campbell, McClintock.

Well, tell them to come
and say hello,

instead of hiding out there
in observation.

Do you want to see
your husband and daughter?

I can give you a couple
of minutes if you want.

They're here?

- Evie?
- Dad, what happened?

What is it?

Let's go.

Mr Travis. I can give you a couple
of minutes with your wife now.

- We're leaving.
- Excuse me?

Dad, what are you
talking about?

- You don't wanna see her?
- We gotta go.

Dad...

Listen, sweetheart,
I'm sorry, but we gotta go.

- We gotta go home.
- No.

I'm staying. I wanna see her.

Listen, you need
to get some sleep.

- No, it's Mom.
- Hey, Evie, just...

Please. Trust me on this one.

We gotta go.

Let's go.

Where are they?

I'm sorry but they've gone.

Gone?

What are you talking about?

They left.

Did you tell them
that they could see me?

I did.

Your husband chose to leave.
I'm sorry.

I don't understand.

You've put them through
a lot, Grace.

- Fuck you.
- Okay. Hey.

But I'm still willing
to listen to you.

- Fuck you.
- You're provoking my client.

Fuck you.

You only get one chance
to cooperate here.

That's straight from the top.

You want professional
courtesy, you help us.

If not, we treat you like
any other perp,

put you in general holding.

How do you explain the wounds
on your face and your body?

I was in a car accident and
I fell asleep at the wheel.

I hit a truck.

- Did you report this accident?
- No.

I'm sure you know that already.

So you left the scene
of an accident?

Charge me.

We have your fingerprints on a
gun found at the murder scene.

Do you want to explain that?

No, she doesn't.

Forensics are going over
the entire pier.

You may have torched the scene and it
may take us longer to get results,

but are you willing to bet they're not
gonna find your DNA inside that pier?

I was a UC at the docks.

There's a million reasons
why my DNA would be there.

What about Max Laszlo?

Will they find his DNA
under your fingernails?

- You don't have answer.
- No. No, I'm okay.

I had plenty of run-ins
with Max Laszlo.

Yeah, it's entirely possible.

And will they find Jimmy Laszlo's
DNA under your fingernails, too?

What the hell has that
got to do with anything?

Or maybe they'll find his DNA
elsewhere on your person.

What was the true nature of your
relationship with Jimmy Laszlo, Grace?

- Excuse me?
- How long, Grace?

How long were you two
sleeping together?

What evidence do you have
to support these accusations?

We have a statement
from Mr Laszlo.

He came in voluntarily.

He had lots of interesting
things to say.

He's lying.
Just think about it.

- He has every...
- Grace, stop talking. Now.

If there was
a sexual relationship,

it will come out at trial.
You know that.

My client has nothing more
to say.

No defense lawyer will ever
risk putting you on the stand.

You just fucked your own trial.

Now...

..do you want to cooperate?

I'd like to consult with
my client in private, please.

Any credibility
you may have had is gone.

Any sympathy the jury
may have had for you is gone.

You've gotta plead.
You've got to cooperate.

Is that your advice?

That's my advice.

Then I want another lawyer.

I wanna go to lockup.

Sir, IAD is asking for you.

IAD?

What's the situation?

We had to pause the interview.
She just fired her lawyer.

Had to put her in holding
until we find another one.

- We need to talk to her.
- Of course. Of course.

But you think she's gonna let
you without a lawyer present?

You guys should get
some coffee.

(Music blaring from car)

(Music off)

(Sniffs)

(Door bursts open)

The party's over.

Kiddies.

Who the fuck are you?

I'm the fucking landlord.
Get the fuck out.

There's no landlord here. This
place has been vacant for years.

I grew up in this house.

Show some fucking respect.

It's what you need, bro.

You know who my father is?

No. Tell me.

Jimmy Laszlo.

(Laughter)

Shit. That name supposed
to mean something?

Yeah?

Jimmy...

Jimmy what again?

Laszlo.

Looky here, see.

We got a nice little
evening going down here.

I don't want to spoil it, putting
brains all over this nice wallpaper.

Did your daddy put up
that wallpaper?

Off...you...go.

"Show some respect."

(Laughter)

What the fuck?

Oh, shit.

Laszlo...

What the fuck?

Where the fuck is everybody?

I called a meeting.

I told everyone but they're...

Cowards, that's what they are.

No sense of loyalty.
Rats leaving the...

The sinking ship, yeah.

What about it, Joe?

They're scared, boss.

When they found out about Jackie
being, like, a cop an' all...

They'll crawl back
when the heat blows over.

Least you know
who your friends are.

Yeah.

Last night, Jackie Hays -
that fucking cunt -

was picked up for the murder
of my son.

She's being transferred to Oakland
County within the next 24 hours.

Now, who do we have
on the inside

who can handle this?

- Sabrina Christi.
- Right.

She's doing life
without parole.

We make things a little more comfortable
for her in there, she'll do it.

Give her whatever she wants.

And tell her to make it
fucking painful.

Where's Alec, boss?

Alec.

- Oh, my God, baby.
- Oh, relax. It's okay.

- What happened to you?
- It's nothing.

What's for breakfast?

Breakfast?

I could murder some eggs.

I've been up all night
worried about you.

Oh, God, I'm starving.

Where were you?

Please, Cath, I need
to have a clear head.

Today's gonna be a big day.

What are you talking about?

Today's the day.

What about Jimmy?

Me and my father are done.

Where the fuck are those eggs?

(Dog barking)

Jesus tap-dancing
Christ, what?

Are you Rufus Zapata?

Rufus is in the park
like he always is.

Oh. What's he look like?

He looks like a guy playing three
games of chess at the same time.

Thank you very much, sir.

Too bad what happened.
Max was a smart kid.

- Nice guy, too.
- A nice guy?

You know he went to prison
for assaulting an officer?

Of course.
I saw it happen.

- That happen here?
- Mm-hm.

So would you like to
tell us about it?

Mr Zapata, Max Laszlo is dead.

Any information you give us could
help us bring his killer to justice.

We had a game going after dark.

5-O rolls up, says we can't
be in the park after 10.

Fine, I said.

But Max, who weighs maybe
a buck-50 soaking wet,

charges right up and cracks
the cop on the head.

Hit him four or five times
before the cop even reacted.

Like he was trying to get hit.

The other cop had to jump
in and save his pussy ass.

From Max. (Laughs)

All right, thanks.

What Oakland cop would let Max Laszlo
get four or five good hits in?

He must have seen his arrest sheet.
Who was it?

Richard Stecky was
the arresting officer.

I don't recall
who the punch bag was.

The name's been redacted.

Kept out of public record due to
the sordid history of the Laszlos

intimidating witnesses
and victims of crime.

I want to know
who that cop was.

If Max beat him hard enough,

there might be a medical report
in there with the original notes.

- Yeah. Yeah.
- (Phone rings)

Yeah, it's Wilson.

'Need you back
at the Precinct.'

Yes, I'll be there.

Hey, I've just... I've just
got a question for you.

Something's kind of
been bothering me.

Why are you
carrying this around?

My son drew it before he died.

What's it supposed to be?

I don't know.

I know you.

- You don't know me.
- Sure I do.

I locked you up in Fruitvale
two years ago.

(Laughs) What are you?
A cop?

(Shouting)

She pulled my hair right out!
Fucking cunt!

Take her down!
Take her down!

Stop it!

(Shouting)

Whatever they say about you guys, no-one
can say IAD don't dress for success.

Detective Wilson,
it appears you've been

getting away with a lot of
shit for a long time.

Regrets...I've had a few.

Withholding information.
Obstruction of justice.

Falsifying the identity
of a confidential informant.

Sexual misconduct with
a confidential informant.

No, she wouldn't use that word "misconduct".
That's your word.

Running a UC
without authorization.

- Concealing evidence.
- Alright, I get the picture.

I'm gonna get shit-canned.

Is there any way
we can speed this up?

Let's talk about Grace Travis.

I'll take that as a no.

Ma'am, can you follow
the light, please?

Ma'am, we need you to respond.

Okay.

We all know money's been down.

Earnings have been bad
for years.

- (Door opens)
- You're late.

- Where's Jimmy?
- Jimmy's not here.

I called this meeting.

- What the fuck is this?
- Either stay...or leave.

It's your choice.

Times have been tough.
I can live with that.

What I cannot live with

is we had an undercover cop
on our docks,

sticking her nose
into our business.

And the worst part about it?

My father knew all along.

- No fucking way.
- Come on.

- Way out of line.
- Lloyd.

It's the truth.

How do we know that?

Go ahead. Ask him.

See what he says.

My father knew Jackie Hays was an
undercover cop and he did nothing about it.

He knew and he carried on
with her,

endangering your lives,
your livelihoods,

your fucking freedom,
your families.

And now my brother is dead.

Killed by the very hand of the cop
my father invited into our world.

Now, I love my father,

but I will not follow him
one more goddamn day.

You're fucking
moving against him?

That's exactly
what's happening.

The train is leaving
the station.

He's the only one
who doesn't know it.

You know how close you are
to going to jail?

Hm?

All of us.

Cos some fucking broad
gave him a hard-on.

It's the oldest goddamn trick
in the book.

Now...

I say it is time for a change.

It is time
to start earning again.

New leadership.
New guard.

New start.

Who's with me?

Fuck it. I'm in.

Are you with me?

What are you doing
touching the mail?

I'm sorry, ma'am.

I'm looking for Detective Fleming. I
couldn't find him at the station.

- Who are you?
- I'm Detective Hoffman.

- San Francisco PD.
- Frisco?

What are you doing out here?

Is Detective Fleming your son?

- Maybe.
- Does he still live here?

This is the only address
I have for him on file.

Ma'am, I understand he's working
the murder case of Max Laszlo.

I may have some important
information for him.

- Murder?
- Yeah.

- Little Max Laszlo is dead?
- Afraid so.

Oh.

I always figured it'd be
the older one to go first.

- You knew them?
- Of course.

So did they live around here,
then?

They live around here?

That was their house
for over ten years.

Thank you very much
for your time. Thank you.

Hey, Wilson.
Yeah, it's me.

What are you...?

(Muffled police radio)

Copy that. I'll take a look.

(Footsteps outside)

(Door opens)

(Muffled screams)

(Coughs)

(Splutters and chokes)

(Groans)

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