All language subtitles for Murder.In.The.First.S03E02

Get me a Dad's. Wintergreen.

And everything in the register.

Okay. No problem. No problem.

Just stay calm.

I am calm. Open it.

Okay, put it in the
bag. You're doing good.

No, wait. Don't...

Where did you get the gun?

Oakland. All legal.

So, Mr. Samnang, you mentioned
the victim pointed the gun at you.

Yes.

Ah. But when we arrived, the
gun was stuck in his pants.

I don't know. Things happened
fast. I see my life before my eyes.

So you don't know whether
he pulled the gun out or not?

You don't understand.
People afraid of you.

But me? I'm afraid all day long.

I was robbed three times
last year by men with guns.

Police come too late.

Okay, I believe that's all we need.

If you have any questions
or need anything from us,

here's my card.

You mind if we just see
the, uh, security footage?

Just to confirm what you told us.

No problem. You see
I did the right thing.

I stand my ground, like they say.

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3x02 Tropic of Cancer

So bullet was .22 caliber.

And it bounced around
inside like you'd expect.

And then I'm still waiting for
some more interesting stuff.

Something more interesting
than the cause of death?

I think so.

For starters, I sent
blood samples to toxicology

to see if he was
taking any enhancements.

Enhancements? You think he was juicing?

Well, P.E.D.'s help in two major ways.

They increase lean muscle mass

and then they speed
recovery from injuries.

So here you have a guy
who had 5% body fat,

and his muscles have
muscles on top of them.

But if you dig a little deeper,

then you'd find out what
the game actually did to him.

So he had global ligament
damage on both ankles.

He had twice torn and repaired ACL.

He had surgically repaired

subscapularis and supraspinatus.

My point is, you know, you
have this 30-year-old guy

who's got the body of a senior citizen.

You know, so I'd be shocked
if he wasn't taking something

to help him play at that kind of level.

But then even that doesn't
explain the biggest find I had.

What was that?

Oh, he had a-an aortic
aneurysm, about 3 centimeters.

Aneurysm. Now that can be fatal, right?

Yeah, it can be.

I mean, for the average
person, you monitor it,

and then you operate
if the aneurysm grows,

like another centimeter.

But Normandy's cardiovascular system

was taking such a beating every day

that his aorta could've popped, like,

next time he stepped on the field.

So do you think he knew he had it?

No, I think the doctors
would've said, you know,

"you have to have this operated on."

So I don't think he knew. I mean,

he's a world-class athlete
in the prime of his life.

And, you know, last thing
he was thinking about was

death by natural causes.

Well, how would the team
doctors not have found it?

I mean, he just got a $77
million extension, right?

So would he not have had
a physical at some point?

I don't know.

Maybe echocardiograms aren't
part of the deal, you know?

The teams with all that money...

They just care about
shoulders, elbows, and knees.

But they missed a time bomb
sitting right up in his chest.

Forget about how you think

you feel about me
personally for a second.

This is a high-profile, easy win, right?

I am dropping a ripe piece of
fruit in your lap right now.

Well, you know, Ken,
I'm not gonna beg you,

so it's your loss. Oh.

Maybe you have to be an
actual criminal to get

one of these defense
attorneys to represent you.

Why you dressed like that?

You know, it's time for school.

- I'm not going.
- Why not?

'Cause I don't want to spend
the whole day hearing about

how my father's a drunk and a murderer.

And you're okay with that?

Normandy Parker's girlfriend,

pop sensation Alicia
Barnes, refuses to comment.

Meanwhile, police are on the hunt for

Mr. Parker's close associate
and childhood friend,

- Billy James...
- You don't have anything earlier?

No, it's just I was under the impression

that it was important
for me to see the doctor

as soon as possible. So...

Right, well, it'll have
to, I guess. Thank you.

Oncologist can't see me for a week.

Oh, well. Just another
million cancer cells, right?

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Hey.

This, uh...

This whole thing you're going through,

it's a... it's a life changer, you know?

To say the least.

It's a lot to handle...

just all on your own.

You need help.

So...

I think I should move in with you.

- What?
- Yeah.

- Hey.
- What's up?

What's happening?

Jesus. What's with all the kombucha?

We're cops, for Christ's sakes.

You should try it.

Come on. Come on. Take a walk with me.

This is gonna be a shitty conversation,

but we... we gotta have it, okay?

Minimum, we're talking months of chemo.

There are gonna be days
when you won't be able

to get out of bed, much
less, uh, cook or do laundry

or even take Louise to school.

You know, she's gonna
need somebody to be there

in a way where you can't be.

And I wanna be that person.

All right, now I don't
wanna make you uncomfortable.

You know, I'll sleep on
the couch or... or whatever.

But...

Hildy, you and Louise

are the closest thing I have

to family now,

so I wanna take care of you.

I wanna help you beat this thing.

I was there
when your wife died, Terry.

I saw what you went through,
how paralyzed it made you.

Please don't try to
turn this on me, okay?

You're looking for a second chance,

and I'm obviously not in
the position to say no.

But...

the really shitty conversation
that we need to have

is the fact that, no matter what we do,

the odds are...

you're gonna lose me.

Hey.

Mnh-mnh.

♪

So who's our first victim?

Daphne Parker, Normandy's ex-wife.

Daphne...

What you got?

Uh...

Let's see.

Looks like soon-to-be
ex-wife, according to SLY.

They're still hashing things out.

This your new homework?

I need a distraction. Yeah.

Ooh. Heads up.

Hey, Alicia.

Can I get a picture?
It's for my daughter.

Sure.

Awesome. Thank you.

You two. We need to talk.

Okay, well, I'm all about talkin'.

Right this way.

So...

I wanna know who made
the leak to the press

calling my client "uncooperative."

Ah, what leak?

They all quoted an SFPD source,

and you're the two cops
who came sniffing around.

So do me a favor. Cut the bullshit.

Okay. Uh... Andy, is it?

Andrew. Lippman.

Okay, Andy, you need to
go back out, come back in,

and reconsider the tone
that you're using with me.

Oh, you got a problem with his language?

I'm getting death threats.

Normandy's fans want to kill me.

You need to issue an apology.

You're playing this all wrong, Alicia.

Oh, you think I'm playing?

No, I think you're legitimately scared.

I get it.

But this is a homicide investigation.

And whether you like it
or not, you are in it.

So stop pointing fingers
and start figuring out

who your real friends are.

Do you understand?

The SFPD are my friends...

until I don't do exactly what they want.

Then they start talking
shit about me to the press.

"TheWhiteBitchDidlt"
is trending on Twitter.

Thanks, friend.

You think that has anything
to do with the video

with you threatening him on it?

You mean outside the Ferry building?

- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah.

I got in his face for, like, 30 seconds.

So that's your whole thing?

You think that makes
her an actual suspect?

Well, Twitter does.

And y'all aren't saying
anything, which is cool,

but it's like this.

Either they're gonna
come up with a story

or you're gonna come up with a story.

So, I mean, come on, you
might as well just tell me

what went down that night.

This was about a month ago.

Okay.

Normandy had lunch earlier
that day with Daphne.

And...

he didn't tell me about
it, so I got pissed.

All right.

I don't even know why I'm
sitting here right now.

You should be talking to her.

Daphne. Why is that?

Because she and Billy were hitting it.

Normandy's ex-wife and Billy

were having a sexual relationship?

I heard Normandy and
Billy fighting about it

when I came home,

same day Daphne and
Normandy had their lunch.

He told me he wanted to alter the prenup

so she got less money in the divorce.

Daphne flipped

and told Normandy she'd been with Billy.

She just wanted to hurt him, I guess.

So Normandy came home, found Billy,

and fired him that night.

So Billy was no longer
employed by Normandy

at the time of his death.

As far as I know.

I never saw Billy around again.

Thank you.

I still haven't heard
what you're gonna do

about the death threats.

I need protection. I want
cops outside of my house.

Right. You have security, don't you?

Uh, my cell's on the back.

Tell them to reach out
any time, day or night.

- I'll make sure they get it.
- Oh, God.

Right.

Oh, that's right. You
can't even look at me, huh?

Is that 'cause you stole
my man and now he's dead?

- Okay.
- Right?

You know what? Keep
looking down, snowflake.

What did you call me?

- Alicia...
- I'm sorry. Are you deaf now, too?

'Cause I can say it louder,
you twig-nosed bitch.

Okay. Let's not do this here.
Excuse me?! You know what?!

You're trashy. You're
trashy. Get her out of here.

You know what? Money doesn't
buy class, sweetheart.

So... so this is how SFPD
handles their business, hmm?

Take a deep breath. We'll
be with you in a moment.

Come on. Come with me, please.

Girlfriend and the wife?

We forget how to schedule interviews?

They showed up unannounced.
It was a fluke. I'm sorry, sir.

All right, this is your investigation.

Control it. Yes, sir.

All right, Billy's
grandma, Rainelle James,

lives in the East Bay. Go talk to her.

Hildy and I will take the ex-wife.

I'm gonna split you two up

so we can cover more ground, all right?

Uh...

There a problem?

No problem, sir. Loud and clear.

Mrs. Parker, we
appreciate you coming down.

So I assume that you know
we're looking for Billy James

in connection with
your husband's murder.

I heard, but it's crazy. Billy
would never hurt Normandy.

Where is Billy now?

No idea.

Oh, really?

Oh, that's... that's weird.

I just assumed that you would know,

given you guys are having an affair.

Weren't you?

Don't answer that.

Normandy fired Billy
when he found out, right?

I also know that Normandy
had plans to alter your prenup

after the contract extension.

And the way he treated Billy was...

I mean, the guy was loyal like a dog,

and Normandy treated him like a servant.

I see why you two found each other.

He screwed you both, right? Right?

I mean, plenty of
relationships are based on less.

So Billy kills Normandy.

You two live happily ever after.

He does it before the prenup is altered.

But whose idea was it to kill him?

Was it his or yours?

Unless you're charging
her, this interview is over.

Daphne, let's go.

It was one time. That's it.

Daphne, don't say...

Look, I'm gonna talk, if
I wanna talk. I wanna talk.

Okay.

I knew it was a mistake
as soon we went there.

Billy did, too.

And nothing... nothing ever
happened with the prenup.

The law is the law.

Normandy just lost his head for
a minute and then he let it go.

I don't even think it was
his idea in the first place.

Whose idea do you think it was?

Probably his business manager, Nick.

He was always on
Normandy... about money.

Normandy and I were
together since we were kids.

It's a bond.

Married or not, that's a bond.
And I would never wish him dead.

I would never wish that on my babies.

I mean, believe whatever
you want, but believe that.

Are we done?

Yeah, thanks.

♪

How do you think the gun
got back in his pants?

I mean, come on. He never drew it.

So what? The DA's office
already said, "No, thanks."

We're wasting our time.

Yeah, but Reardon is two
clicks to the left of Siletti.

And... and if he saw this,
maybe he'd change his mind.

I think he'd be very interested
in an unjustified shooting.

Except this wasn't really unjustified.

And Reardon's top dog now.

Power breeds a conservative mind-set.

Okay, wait, wait, wait. Wait, here.

Here... here it is.

See? See? Look. He never drew. He lied.

He didn't lie. He probably
assumed he'd pulled it

or was about to, and put the
two things together in his mind.

- Like he said, he was scared.
- What if he didn't know?

What if he was just pissed
and trying to make a point?

He killed someone, so the why matters.

There's a difference between
vigilantism and self-defense.

Uh, look, is there another
angle so I can see his face?

- Ay, yi, yi.
- Just indulge me, okay?

Um, yeah. I have this from
the front door in the corner.

It's kind of far, but at least
it's angled toward the register.

- Hey, stop the tape.
- We're not there yet.

Just stop it.

Now rewind it just, like, two seconds.

And hold it.

That guy right there.

The one leaving just
as Tim was headed in.

You recognize who that is?

- Holy crap!
- Mm-hmm.

That's Billy James. Jesus.

Just seconds before the robbery.

Every great investigator
gets lucky sometimes.

- Where is this?
- Corner of Polk and Geary.

Do we know which way he was headed?

Uh, I've got surveillance footage

from the bank across the street.

He walked right across
the parking lot. No car.

With a bag of groceries.

Suggests he's hunkering
down in the area.

Let's start knocking
on doors. All right.

Good work.

♪

That was a waste.

Yeah. If Billy's hunkering down,

it's definitely not around here.

You know, you should go home.

You should be with Louise.
I'll do the paperwork.

Well, she's at a friend's house.

In the middle of the week?

Yeah, I don't wanna be alone with her

'cause then I'd have to tell her.

Well, maybe you can get
away with skating through

this whole thing without
telling anybody, right?

That sounds like a plan.

Great. My doctor called.

I don't feel like calling
her back right now.

- I don't wanna deal with more bad news.
- Call her back, Hildy.

Dr. Hurst.

Hey, it's Hildy Mulligan
calling you back.

I just got your message.

Thanks for calling me back so quickly.

I have news.

Okay.

There was an error on
the part of the lab,

and your biopsy results were
switched with another patient's.

In 20 years of practice,
I've never had this happen.

I assumed there were protocols
in place, but apparently not.

The results of your biopsy

were negative.

What do you mean "negative"?

Your mass was benign.
You don't have cancer.

But I want you to know,
with your family history,

your infrequent doctor visits,

your reluctance to get mammograms,

this diagnosis could very
well have been legitimate.

You're at an age where none
of this is theoretical.

And you need to do a better
job at monitoring your health.

You only get one life, so
consider this a wake-up call.

- Okay?
- Yeah.

Thank you.

What is it? What happened?

She said I don't have cancer.

What? How...

What? How is that possible?

I don't know. I don't...
I don't understand.

She said that they...
they somehow got the...

the lab results mixed up or...

Oh, hey. You can't just go in there.

Frank.

Good to see you.

Sorry, Mr. Tucker. He just came in.

It's okay, Christy. Mario's a friend.

You're in some hot water, huh?

Uh, lukewarm.

- That's not what they're saying.
- Well, "they" weren't there.

It's dark as hell on that street,

and this woman jumps
out in front of my car.

I slam on the brakes. She's
practically on top of me.

There's nothing I could've done.

You know, at the end of the
day, it's a nothing case.

The police report is out there.
You refused a breathalyzer.

I drew .069 officially.

Two hours after the accident.

They test you out on the
field, you're gonna blow a .085.

- In court, that's shitfaced.
- This is never going to court.

Really?

The D.A. of San Francisco gets busted

for vehicular manslaughter
with special circumstances.

You really telling me
this is a nothing case?

You sound like you're interested.

- It's a bad fit.
- It's a perfect fit.

Mario, I'm the last
guy you want on this.

Half the judges in this town hate me.

Plus, the minute I come aboard,
your press attention doubles.

That's two strikes
against you right there.

Look, unless you're
willing to come work for me,

you're gonna have an election
to win after you beat this thing.

I got the perfect guy for you.

Really?

Are his offices in the Galleria,

maybe next to the food court?

Don't be a snob, Mario.

For what you got, he's the best in town.

♪

Oh...

So should we talk or...

About... what? About last night?

Yeah.

Can we not?

Can't we just enjoy the moment, please?

Yeah, sure.

- But last night was pretty great.
- Yeah, it was.

It was something good.

All right.

Should we go to work?

- Is this the same tie as yesterday?
- Yes, it is.

It's the same?

♪

Can I call you Mario?

Okay.

Good.

Mario.

I just want you to know
that I know how you feel.

Right? You're embarrassed, humiliated,

angry, overwhelmed, confused.

It's all entirely normal.

I-I know this because I have
done hundreds of these cases.

DUI is all that I do.

- Listen, Al?
- I-I... Whoa. Sorry.

You don't have to do
the whole hand holding,

ya-Dee-da thing for me, okay?

I'm gonna make this easy for you.

All you have to do is walk a
deal down to the AG's office

and have them sign it.

It's a nothing case.

Oh.

Okay. But, mm... Uh, how so?

First of all, I wasn't drunk.

You can check the police report.

And no, I wasn't speeding.

It was a dark night, and this
woman wearing dark clothes

jumped out from between two
cars right in front of me.

Looking at her cellphone,
she's completely distracted.

There's nothing I can do.

And no one can prove otherwise.

♪

Hey, Janet, can you print up
a couple of fee agreements?

Yeah, yeah. And... and... and check who

at the Attorney General's office
is handling Mr. Siletti's case.

It's Melissa Danson.

Well, never mind on that last thing.

Why, you are making this easy.

The people over at the AG's office...

They're my people.

Prosecutors, law and order people.

They know me,

and we all want this thing to go away.

Melissa Danson's tough, but she's fair.

Now you go in with
misdemeanor vehicular,

she's gonna make a face, but in the end,

she'll go for it.

Okay.

- Billy James is still in the wind, huh?
- Yes, sir.

Well, maybe one of you can
pluck him out of the wind

before I retire, huh?

You guys, the Chief is
already 2 miles up my ass,

and I am tired of making excuses.

Sir, it's not like anybody's
sleeping on the job here.

All right, we got a full dragnet out.

We got airports, bridges.

We got foot patrol
working every neighborhood

from the Marina to Ingleside.

And we think the situation
with Normandy's ex-wife

is gonna really help us,
too, so we're digging there.

So you think her thing with
James amounts to something.

Well, she's still sole beneficiary

on his life insurance. I
talked to Normandy's lawyer,

and he said that he had plans
to change the designation, so...

- But Billy got to him first.
- Yeah.

Lines up pretty neatly
for the two of them.

Can't really ignore it.

Yeah, you can't bank on it either.

You get anything from
James' grandmother?

She said she didn't know anything,

and, uh, and I believe her.

Yeah, but she's gonna call
as soon as he shows up, right?

Hey, a guy in Excelsior

saw someone matching
Billy's description.

Said he's staying in the
apartment above theirs

over on Silver and Madison.

Oh, great.

♪

I appreciate you coming down, Mr. Arkin,

but there is no deal to be made here.

Wait. N-no deal at all?
Just straight to trial?

Well, unless your client
cops to the felony.

That's not happening.

Well, then we're back
to my original point.

Ah, Mr. Siletti said you
were tough, but, um...

but I mean, you know, he's...

He's never even had a speeding ticket.

As far as the incident is concerned,

there's a mountain of reasonable doubt.

Your client tell you that, too?

No, just looking at the facts.

I was there, Mr. Arkin,

at Mr. Siletti's dinner party
the night of the accident.

I left early, but I and
every other guest there

saw how much he was drinking.

Well, moderately, according
to the test results.

Which he manipulated by
refusing to test at the scene.

Yeah, honestly, I...

I'm mystified. Is this personal for you?

Because otherwise, I don't see
the upside for you on this case.

And you've made a
living off that mind-set.

Nobody really cares about drunk driving.

Why clog up the courts when
we can get people like you

to plead them out to infractions?

Well, like you say, it's a living.

And then, you're free to
spend the taxpayers' dollars

chasing real bad guys.

You know, transnational
gangs, human traffickers...

Mario Siletti is the chief
law enforcement officer

in the city of San Francisco.

His actions left a man widowed

and two children without a mother.

And you want to make an example of him.

You bet your ass I do.

If we don't hold him
to the highest standard,

then shame on us.

♪

♪

What you doing?

I'm making a vision board for a client.

- A vision board?
- Yeah.

It's a collage

of images, words, and objects

to represent the goals
you have for your life.

Collage. Wow.

This place really is full-service.

Oh, I don't do them for everyone.

Just people who need it.

Oh, good. You're here.

I was expecting a phone call.

Oh, we're better off having
this conversation in person.

Now, I, um, I've been
doing this a long time.

So when a client walks
into my office and he says,

"I got a slam dunk
case for you, Alfred,"

I just smile and nod
and then I buckle up,

and still Melissa Danson blindsided me.

How?

You didn't make the deal?

No, there's no deal to
make. Those are her words.

And that didn't completely surprise me,

- but this other thing...
- There is no other thing.

Why didn't you tell me that
she was at your birthday dinner?

How is that relevant?

She saw you drinking.

She knows who else saw you drinking.

I tested under the limit.

That is the only real evidence.

How the hell did you
screw this up? Come on!

The screw-up was yours, Mario.

Do you actually buy this whole
fraternity of prosecutors thing

you tried to sell me? Because, oh, man,

Melissa Danson doesn't.

She wants your head on a goddamn stick.

- I don't believe it.
- Believe it!

Yeah, we got a lot of work to do.

I need the name of that restaurant

so that I can interview the waiters

and get a copy of the bill.

I need the names of everybody
who was at that dinner,

and exactly how much you had to drink.

It helps to write it down.

Go, go, go!

Let's see those hands!

Ma'am, is there anybody
else in the apartment?

- Get the hell out!
- Ma'am, I need you to calm down.

Get out! Look, we ain't done
nothing wrong, all right? It's okay.

SFPD! Come out with your hands up!

Shit. We got a runner!

♪

Get down!

♪

All right, face me.

So vic's name is Calvin Jackson.

Family said none of them have
any connection to Billy James.

So what happened?

I didn't see his face, but, uh,

I saw the gun in his waistband

when he went out the window.

So I started chasing him.

Uh, and when he hit the
dead end in the alley,

I saw him reaching for the gun,
and I just... I just reacted.

- What?
- There's no gun.

What do you mean?

No gun on the body, nothing nearby.

No, there was a gun. I saw it.

Copy that.

Hey.

You haven't returned any of my calls.

What's going on? I-I
need to talk to you.

Call me back, please.

Hey.

Hey!

- Take those things out of your ears.
- What?

How long are you gonna pull this
shit about not going to school?

I don't know.

How long are people gonna
keep talking about you?

Ohh.

So that's how it's gonna be.

All right. Little bit of
gossip's got you so upset,

you gotta stay home and hide?

You're 16, Michael.

You actually wanna survive college?

You better start getting
your act together.

- My act together?
- Yeah.

Are you kidding me?

Mr. Law and Order telling
everybody to live their life.

You are a liar and a hypocrite,
and now everybody knows it.

- You watch your mouth.
- Or what you're gonna hit me?

- Go ahead! Come on, Dad, do it!
- Mario, stop it!

What is the matter with you?

He provoked me.

So what?!

- Cassie?
- I'm taking him to my sister's.

Now is not the time.

Aw, gee, I'm sorry it's
inconvenient for you,

but this place has
turned completely toxic,

- and I'm not putting him through it.
- This is perfect.

He'll get all the coddling he wants
at Linda's. She's a pro.

You know what? I'm not putting
myself through this either.

Wait, what does that mean?
Wait, you're leaving, too?

Yes. I'm leaving, too.

Are you kidding? Do you not
see what I'm going through here?

Yes, I see it and I've had enough.

That's great.

Everyone else is piling
on. Why not my wife?

Don't you dare lecture me about loyalty.

You cheated on me and you
just manhandled our kid?

You pissed on our family, Mario.

You're getting what you deserve.

Black lives matter!

Black lives matter! Black lives matter!

This is Serena Parrish
with theparrishreport.com

with exclusive news connected to
the Normandy Parker murder case.

As you probably know,
SFPD has been searching

for Normandy's long-time
friend Billy James

in connection with his murder.

Acting on a tip from
earlier this evening,

police descended upon an apartment

located in the Excelsior district,

where James was believed to be staying.

Details are still sketchy,
but a chase ensued,

resulting in my man being
shot and killed by police.

Interestingly enough, that
dead man was not Billy James.

He has no connection to Billy James

or Normandy Parker.

His name was Calvin Jackson.

I just got this one from the range.

Soon as the lab tests your weapon,

- you'll get it back, all right?
- All right, thanks, sir.

Hey, Terry.

Considering what's going on out there,

keep your head down, okay?

Okay.

I'll probably work a
little bit late tonight.

Hang in there, Terry.

You know Garcia taught himself
to play guitar on his leave?

Two weeks can be a gift, bro.

All right. Thanks, guys.

Hey.

Hey.

Do you wanna come over tonight?

Oh, uh, I don't think
that'd be such a good idea.

I think it would
actually be a great idea.

I know what you're going
through. I've been there.

No. You haven't, not like this.

Well, I don't think it's a good idea

for you to be holed up
alone right now, okay?

Trust me, all right?

Yeah, you're probably right.
But, uh, it doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter. You saw
what it was like out there.

Protesters, media. This
time, they're coming for me.

And if they find me,
cool. I'm-a deal with it.

But I can't risk involving
you and Louise. I won't.

Okay.

Okay.

How do I make sure that

you don't fall off
the face of the earth?

There's nothing you can do about that.

I can make you promise
to call me tonight.

What? You're gonna make me?

Okay. I promise.

Sync and corrected by ~LittleDuck~
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