All language subtitles for Murder.In.The.First.S03E05

♪♪

This chart represents
the typical asset allocation

of a high net worth individual.

60% in equities,

25% in municipal securities,

10% in real estate,
and 5% in corporate bonds.

It's balanced.
It's diversified.

A conservative approach
that can sustain fluctuations

in the stock market,
home prices, or interest rates.

And this is
Normandy Parker's chart.

90% of his assets
are tied down in one investment.

Sourdough Subs.

I mean, the only people
with less diversification

in their portfolios
are drug dealers

who stash their cash
underneath a mattress.

All right, sir, we got
two homicide cases.

Is math class really necessary?

Keep going.

Six months before
Normandy's shot,

someone was building
a large short position

in Sourdough Subs.

What's a short position?
Uh, it's when you place a bet

that a company's stock
will go down instead of up.

Normandy gets shot,

and the stock drops 20%
in a straight line.

So somebody made a fortune.

So you short the stock,
you take Normandy out,

and you, uh, get the cash
before anyone notices.

I mean, it's a -- it's a smart idea.
Yeah.

Could Sam have been shorting
his own stock?

It's doubtful. Sam was
the majority shareholder.

He'd make $10 million
in the short position

and lose $20 million
in stock value.

I say if anything, Sam was
a victim of the short position.

[ Muffled shouting ]

If you're dissatisfied with
your Sourdough Sam sub,

feel free to fill out
a comment card,

and a customer representative
will get back to you

as soon as possible.
[ Spits ]

[ Coughs,
speaks indistinctly ]

[ Laughs ] Look...

Yeah.
I'll get you your money.

I just need more time.

"I just need more time.
More time."

They always need more time.

I'll double your percentage.
20%.

Yeah? [ Breathing heavily ]

What?

Oh. No, no more.

Please. Oh!

[ Sputtering ]

More.
[ Muffled shout ]

[ Continues sputtering ]

[ Muffled grunts ]

Now.
[ Spits ]

[ Coughs ]

You never learn, Sam.
[ Wheezing ]

[ Gags, coughs ]

[ Gasps ]

[ Glass shatters ]
Oh!

[ Gasps ]

No!

Ah!

Chow. Look, just think --
this thing through.

I'm no good to you dead.

Oh.

Oh, please.

[ Panting ]

[ Shard clatters ]

You have 48 hours
to get me my money.

Or else next time,

it won't be shitty sandwiches
down your mouth.

Are we clear?
[ Exhaling ]

Yeah?
Yeah.

♪♪

[ Woman shouting indistinctly ]
Get out of my --

[ Thud ]
[ Screams ]

[ Both breathing heavily ]

She just jumped
in front of my car.

You know, it could've happened
to anyone.

Yeah, anyone who was drunk.

Which is what the prosecution
will present.

And then it's your job
to poke holes

in their bullshit argument.

Well, I can't do that
if you won't be honest with me.

I have been honest.
Why did Cassie move out?

That's none
of your business.

Okay, you have been withholding
information from me

that is relevant to the case,

and I can't
properly defend someone

with my hands tied behind
my back.

Cassie and I thought it would be
best to live separately

after the accident,
for Michael's sake.

Bullshit.

Nobody moves out of her house
because her husband

got into an accident.
We had an argument.

Okay? You happy?

Cassie was all over me.

What about?
Oh, just...

Picking and prodding and...

Come on, just tell me
what happened.

[ Indistinct conversation ]

She thought
I was cheating on her.

Okay, when, uh,
were you planning

on telling me
that she can crucify us?

She's not gonna go
against me.

Oh, the scorned wife who can
put the final nail

in the cross
of her cheating husband

opts to testify
on his behalf?

You need to fix this!
I've tried.

Try harder!

♪♪

Hi.

Hey, Justin.
Um...

What brings you up here
with the living?

Well, I have Normandy's
completed autopsy file

and tox report,

and there was nothing illegal
in his system

at the time of his death.

Cool. Thanks.

[ Clears throat ]
Is there something else?

Yeah, um...

Dinner. Tomorrow? Us?

Me and you?

But, I mean,
we work together, so...

That's where most people meet,
statistically speaking, so...

Yeah, it's -- it's different
for cops, right?

Well, lucky for us,
I'm a doctor. I'm not a cop.

So 8:00?

And I'm used to women
being silent.

They're usually lying
on a cold slab,

waiting for me
to cut them up, but...

[ Laughs ]
Uh, um...

What's so funny?
What's up, Burn?

Um...
Um...

Uh, I have to get back
downstairs.

The, uh, dead are waiting.
Yeah.

All right. See you later.
Bye.

What did Burn want?

Nothing, just --
Koto: Hey, heads up.

My office.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

We matched on the bike used
in the Billy James murder.

Where?
Abandoned in Crissy Field.

Same make and model from the
tire tracks found at the scene.

Any prints?
I doubt it.

The bike was dumped
in a lake.

But I sent it to the lab
for results just in case.

Identifiable marks on the bike?

It's a rental from
this bike shack in Crissy Field.

On our way.

Adler dug out the name

of the broker who shorted
Sourdough Sub stock.

Any connection to Normandy?

Not that she could find.
Go prove her wrong.

Got it.
Yeah.

Listen, I want you to sell
50,000 shares at 32 1/2. Okay?

32 1/2. And don't screw it
up this time!

[ Receiver thuds ]
There we go. Thank you.

Well, don't just stand there
with your dick in your hand.

We need to take
a look at your books.

Oh, okay. You got a warrant
for that, sweetie?

Her name is
Inspector Mulligan.

Don't I know you?

You don't.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

You're that cop who shot
that unarmed black guy.

Yeah. What's that like,
to shoot someone?

You having fun?
A little.

Great. Let's have some fun.
Ooh, yeah, there's a back room.

It's very private if you want
to have your world rocked.

What did you just say?

I was thinking more along
the lines of discussing

your involvement with...
[ Loudly ] insider trading.

[ Clears throat ]

Oh, I'm sorry.
Did I hit a nerve?

[ Loudly ] I have never been
involved with insider trading.

You recently set up an account
with somebody

a few months ago --
I start accounts all the time --

Let me finish.

This one was short a large
amount of Sourdough Sub stocks.

Sourdough Subs. Okay, yes.

It's a good multiple,
top performer in its sector.

Uh, you know,
until the golden goose

took two in the dome.
[ Chuckles ]

[ Clears throat ] I made a --

I made a fortune for my client
with that.

We need to know the name
on that account.

[ Loudly ] Look, we can
make this official,

drag you in for questioning.

Okay, okay, okay.

[ Typing ]

[ Computer clicks ]

There it is. Otto Brooks.
Okay?

You two ever meet?
No, we only spoke on the phone.

I just know his address, where
to send his monthly statements.

1310 Hickey Road.
Where is that?

[ Paper rips ]

DeBell Golf Club.

♪♪

Can I help you?
No.

There you go.

See what happens
when you finish your swing?

Terry: Excuse us.

Otto Brooks?

Guess that depends on
who's asking.

[ Sniffs, clears throat ]

Since when is it a crime to get
lucky in the stock market?

It's not,
but accessory to murder is.

Normandy dies,
and your bank account rises.

That's -- that's not
a good look, Otto.

Profiting off the downfall
of others is the American dream.

Don't hate the player.
Hate the game.

[ Scoffs ] Oh.

Two years as a ski instructor
in Vail,

one summer as a tennis pro
in Miami.

Not exactly the profile
for a savvy investor.

Yeah, how does a guy like you

get enough money to play
the stock market?

Maybe some divorcée liked the
way I looked with my shirt off,

and wrote me a big fat check.

Are we done here? I got another
lesson in 10 minutes.

[ Grunts ]
[ Objects clatter ]

[ Grunts ] Get this guy off me!
Get him off me!

How 'bout I drag your ass
out of here

in front of all your little rich
friends, huh? How 'bout that?

Aah! Okay, okay! Don't!
You're gonna break my arm.

I know. I know I am.

Okay, okay, okay.
Just let me go. Let me go.

[ Breathing heavily ]

About six months ago,

I got a call
from my old college roommate.

Keep talking.

We hadn't spoke in years.

He asked me if I wanted
to make some money.

I said,
"Sure, what's the catch?"

He said, "No catch.

"Just keep your mouth shut,
do as I say,

and I'll make you
a million dollars."

So I did.

What's his name?

[ Continues breathing heavily ]
Nick.

Rosenthal. Nick Rosenthal.

Normandy's business manager.

♪♪

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Doesn't anyone have a job?

They're all in tech.
Free spirits and long lunches.

Hey, enjoy your ride, guys.
Thanks.

And take lots of pictures.

It's a beautiful day
for memories.

Bike ride for
the handsome couple?

Oh. What a shame.

Yeah, we need to ask you about
a bike that was stolen here

three days ago. I told the
officer the other day,

people steal bikes
all the time.

I stopped reporting 'em
because no one ever gets caught.

Here's the make
and model number.

We need to find the name
of the person,

whoever rented
that particular bike,

of all the ones
that were stolen.

Let me check the computer.
Thanks.

Devin and Sarah Steckler.

Steckler. Got it.
Thanks.

You got it.

Uh, so...

you rented the bike
from the kiosk.

And then...

We went to this really cute
sidewalk café on Stanyan Street.

They have the best crab benedict
I have ever tasted.

They use too much hollandaise.

They do not.

If you could stick to
information about the bike,

that would be very helpful.

There was a bike rack outside,
so we --

Locked our bikes and didn't
think much of it.

I locked mine, but Sarah didn't.

Yes, I did.

Then how did it get stolen?

I don't know, Devin.
Why don't you tell me?

You seem
to know everything.

Because you didn't lock
the bike.

Do we really have to do this
in front of the police?

I'm sure they've seen worse.

Mm-hmm.
We have.

Mm.
[ Whispers ] Okay.

When we were done
with lunch,

we came outside to finish
our ride around the park and --

One -- one bike was gone.

Do you remember the name
of the restaurant?

Cafe Fruits De Mer.
And ask for Andre.

Yeah, tell him Devin sent you.

Or Sarah.

He's a personal friend of ours.

[ French accent ] Devin
and Sarah? Never heard of them.

They said they were
personal friends.

Well, it is my job to make
people feel special.

And I am very good at my job.
Huh.

Look, we're just trying to track
down a bike that was stolen

in front of your restaurant.

If it's not on my premises,
then it is not my problem.

Do you have security cameras?
[ Chuckles ]

We're not
some cheap mini-mart

with a camera
hanging on the walls.

Look, um, here's our card.

You think of anything,
anything at all,

give us a call, okay?

Well, happy hour is 5 to 7.
You come back anytime.

Ask for Andre.

Merci.
Mm.

[ Exhales sharply ]

So you steal a bike
in broad daylight

and use it as a getaway
for murder.

I mean, it just doesn't
make sense.

We need eyes.

There's gotta be
a security camera somewhere

that must've seen something.

There. Right there.

Bingo, baby.

Keefer: That's your bike
on the left.

Shit! We're blind.

Um, fast forward.

Fast forwarding isn't gonna make
a bus disappear.

Please.

Three bikes.
Are you kidding me?

He takes it exactly when
we can't see him?

You think
he just got lucky?

That bus runs every 30 minutes,
like clockwork.

Hmm.

He knew that bus was
gonna block us.

[ Exhales slowly ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Michael: So I told her,

I'm like, "You're a bad
teacher." [ Horn honks ]

She didn't believe me,
she's like...

[ Horn honks ]

Why do I need to take it...
[ Horn blares ]

I gotta go.
Okay, bye.

I'll see you. See you guys.
All right.

Bye.
Yeah.

[ Door opens ]

[ Clears throat ]

Isn't make me go to my SAT prep
during my summer vacation

enough punishment?

You have to come and embarrass
me in front of my friends?

Come on, Michael,
just get in the car.

[ Door closes ]

What do you want, Dad?

I'm sorry.

Did you hear me, Michael?

Sorry for what?

Ruining my last year
of high school?

Leaving me
to take care of Mom?

For all of it.

Just -- I just need
my family back.

Maybe we don't need you.

Just wait. Wait.

Okay?

All right.

Let me tell it to you
straight.

If your mother and I
get divorced,

I'll have to support
two separate households.

I can't do that and send you
to college out of state.

Okay. We are in this mess
because of you.

Why do I have to suffer
your consequences?

You don't.

All you have to do is help me
get our family back together.

You do that,

and I'll pay for
whatever school you want.

Otherwise, you're going
to community college

right here in the Bay Area.

It's always some sort
of deal with you.

[ Car door opens ]
This is ridiculous.

[ Car door closes ]

♪♪

Explain this.

Well, my reconstruction expert
was reviewing the tire tracks

from the crime scene.

1,000 bucks
to look at evidence?

[ Chuckles ] If you want to put
a price tag on your freedom,

you might want to start looking
for another lawyer.

Is that a threat?

All I'm saying is it is better
to be poor and free

than rich and locked up.

Huh. Yeah.

What about this?

We need to focus on your case,

not squabble over
my hourly rate.

Oh, don't you ever forget
who works for whom.

Okay.
This isn't a courtroom,

and you can't bully me like
you used to do with the jurors.

I practiced law
with honor and integrity.

I wasn't some two-bit DUI lawyer
chasing the next paycheck.

Well, this two-bit DUI lawyer

is the only thing between
you and prison bars.

[ Indistinct conversations,
door squeaks ]

Remember that.

You're kicking me out?

You're gonna
have to get used to the fact

that you're not
in control anymore.

Those days are over, Mario.

[ Picks up briefcase ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Telephone ringing
in distance ] Psst!

I heard was Mr. Arkin said.

You don't have to live
like that.

Manifest your destiny.

Be the future
you want to be.

And what do I do with this?

Hang it in a place that you'll
look at every day.

Let it be the guide
to getting back your power.

It's half done.

Oh, on purpose.

You can finish it
with your wife. Together.

Okay, we'll be here.

All right.
[ Receiver thuds ]

Nick's on his way.

[ Cellphone vibrating ]

You need to get that?
No.

What?

Come make coffee with me
for a second?

Ah, what's up?

Um...

Burnside keeps
asking me out.

Burnside?

Yeah.

What do you think
I should do?

Burnside.

I...I didn't think
he had it in him.

Well, he clearly does.

Well... [ Chuckles ]

Go ahead, Burnside.

So...what should I do?

What -- look here, I'm not
gonna be your Dear Abby.

No, no, no. I'm not --
I'm not asking you to be.

I'm just...you know.

I think, um,
I think Burnside's cool.

You know, he's a nice guy.

And I think if you want
to go out with him,

you should go out with him.

You know?

Okay, well, I'm only saying it
because, you know,

I'm trying to be an adult
and move on from...

what happened between us in a
responsible way. Oh, yeah. I get it.

That's the only reason I've
even thinking about it. Yeah.

Well, there's your answer
right there. Have a good date.

[ Footsteps depart,
door opens ]

Hey.

Can I help you?

Yeah, this one said
she had information

on Siletti's accident.

Molk: You're looking
at felony drug possession.

Navarro: It's not like you got
pinched with a gram of weed.

Heroin ain't no joke.

Molk: Think about your future.
I am.

That's why I'm not talking
to no cops for nothing.

We can't promise anything

because it's out
of our jurisdiction --

I don't care about that.

Just let me go home, and I'll
tell you what you wanna know.

I will personally walk this
into the A.G.'s office

and tell them how
cooperative you've been.

A.G.? What's an A.G.?

This case is being handled by

the Attorney General's office,
not the SFPD.

So?
What does that mean for me?

What that means is that you tell
us everything you know,

and we will do our best
to make sure

your charges are dropped.

You promise?

My word.

Fine.

What do you wanna know?

Tell us what you saw.
I saw it all.

The car hit the woman,
the body flying through the air.

Where were you?

I was on the roof,
tagging up a billboard.

I heard this loud lady
on the phone,

so I looked down to see
what was going on,

and car comes out of nowhere
and... [ Exhales deeply ]

Jacked her up good.

I know I should've called
the cops,

but I had just scored,
and you know how it is.

♪♪

♪♪

[ Door opens ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

[ Exhales slowly ]

So...

your boy Otto gave you up
real quick.

Gave me up for what?

You shorted Sourdough Sub stock
and had Normandy killed, right?

This is how cops treat people
who come in voluntarily?

Only the ones that, uh, benefit
from Normandy Parker's death.

If you wanna ask me
about Normandy's finances,

I'm happy to answer
any questions.

But this line of questioning

I'm -- I'm not very
comfortable with.

Well, we have
Otto's bank records here.

Money going from his account
into yours.

It's only matter of time
before we connect you to Billy.

Why would I hire Billy to kill
Normandy for $2 million,

when I can wait for Sam

to run his company
into the ground for 20?

[ Chuckles ]
Shit.

Ooh.

Don't stop. Keep talking.

Or take your chances with a jury
of your peers. Your choice.

[ Sighs ] Uh...

um, a few months
before Normandy was shot,

Sam asked me
to transfer $4 million

from Normandy's 401(k)

into Sourdough Sub's
main account.

He blamed it on the company
needing an influx of cash flow

for their East Coast
expansion.

But I-I knew that he was
full of shit.

So did you do it?

I would never do that
to Normandy.

We were friends.

So you shorted his stock
instead.

That's very friendly of you.

I took advantage
of a situation.

Sam's been siphoning off funds
for years.

I've seen his books. They're
-- they're fully cooked. Hmm.

It was only a matter of time
before the stock went to zero.

Robbing Peter to pay Paul
is a flawed business plan.

So who's Paul in this scheme?

[ Sighs ] I-I don't know.

But whoever it is,
Sam owes them a lot of money.

So Sam Rydell's
the next Bernie Madoff?

I don't really care.

You still haven't told us why
he wanted Normandy killed.

How 'bout
10 million reasons?

Give us one.

Have either one of you
ever heard of

a key man insurance policy?

Sam Rydell had a $10 million
insurance policy

out on Normandy Parker.

Well, how do you purchase
life insurance on someone

if you aren't related?
[ Scoffs ]

You become CEO of
a publicly traded company,

and then you take out
a key man policy

on that company's spokesman.

Sam needed quick cash or his
whole scheme would fall apart.

So his own play was to
take out Normandy

and collect on the claim.

So if Sam hollowed out
the company,

then Normandy's stock
is virtually worthless, right?

So that's why Normandy
kept playing football

with that aneurysm.
He had to make the money.

That means Normandy knew
what Sam was doing.

No, no, no. Just another athlete
screwed over by the people

he trusted the most.
Add him to the list, right?

Koto: All right,
bring Sam in.

Uh, all we've got are

implications of financial
impropriety, right?

He's the strongest lead we got.

The S.C.C. and FBI will take
care of any fraud.

We have two dead bodies.
Bring his ass in.

Mm-hmm. All right.

[ Cellphone vibrating ]

Hello? [ Clears throat ]

Amanda.

No, calm down.

Where are you right now?

All right, we're on our way.

♪♪

Safe's empty.

Oh, my God. They knew where
he kept his money.

Who's they?

They made him open the safe.
Don't you get it?

Who are you talking about?

Some Chinese guys
that came over last week.

They were yelling at Sam,

telling him they were gonna
break his arm

if he didn't come up
with their money.

Sam's a wealthy guy.

What's he doing borrowing money
from Chinese thugs?

He gambles, and it's not like
normal people do.

He doesn't stop. The last time
he took me to Vegas,

we didn't even make it
out of the casino.

He just sat there
at the card table

just giving them his money.

All right, you came here today
to have lunch with Sam.

Then what happened?

I walked into the den
and I saw all of this.

I figured we've been robbed.

Is anything else missing?

His car. I-I know that
they took him. I know they did.

Ma'am, just -- just try to calm down.
You're not listening to me.

His phone is still here.

He doesn't go anywhere
without his phone.

You can check for yourself.

Okay, okay.

I got it.

Hildy?

You might want to come
over here for a second.

What is it?
Nothing, ma'am.

Is that blood?

Oh, my God. He's dead.
They took him. I know they did.

♪♪

[ Utensils clinking ]

This is weird.

Oh.
We're out of practice.

Don't worry, we'll be back to
arguing whether we should have

pork chops or lemon chicken
for dinner in no time.

[ Chuckles ] Well said.

Can't believe what's going on
with the Normandy case.

Uh, Michael.

It's all anyone at school's
talking about.

Well, do you think your father
wants to talk about a case

that he would've had --
I don't mind.

I don't mind.
Okay.

It's the lead story
on ESPN every night.

They have on
these legal experts

who don't know what
they're talking about,

breaking down every detail
of the case.

Well, if I were still D.A.,
I would've charged Billy James.

He'd still be alive
and we'd get some answers.

The team is gonna wear patches
on their jerseys

to honor Normandy.

Number 8.
Gone, but not forgotten.

I find the whole thing so sad.

The roast is very good. It's moist.
[ Laughs ]

Thank you.

You should've seen the three
burnt ones I threw in the trash.

I'm getting better.

This is nice,
being all together like this.

♪♪

♪♪

Thank you.
Mm-hmm.

[ Sighs ]
[ Dishes clatter ]

You know what?

You did the right thing,
convincing your mom to come.

It's best for everyone.

You don't know
what's best for me.

I look great in red.

So...

Where you going?

Out.

[ Door closes ]
Huh.

[ Magazine thuds ]

So I'm gone for a couple of
weeks, and you go all New Age.

Yeah. It's supposed
to empower me.

Mm. To do what?

Take control my future.

Hmm.

I'm glad you came tonight.

It's important that we take
this thing on together

as a united front.

I know about the conversation
that you had with Michael,

the deal you made.

He wasn't supposed
to tell you.

Well, he's half you,
half me.

And the good half
couldn't lie to his mother.

I didn't mean to trick you into
any kind of -- I know you didn't.

You know,
this thing goes bad, Cass,

there's no coming back.

For either of us.

I get how serious this is
and that's why I'm back.

'Cause you need me now,
and I will be there for you.

Thank you.

But...I have conditions.

Conditions?

Actually,
more like stipulations.

What, are we negotiating now?
[ Chuckles ] No.

This is
a take it or leave it deal.

Okay.

I'm listening.

I need you to be 100%
honest with me from now on.

No more half-truths.

Never again.

And I want you to treat me
as an equal,

as a full partner.

I promise.

I'm the only one.

I cannot do this
if I'm one of many.

You above any.

Beg for it.

What?

I want you

to beg me for it.

[ Chuckles ]

I'll do whatever you want,
Cass.

You know that.

You know, I think I like you
like this.

Oh? Like what?

[ Whispers ] Mine.

[ Moans ]

Oh, don't even think
about it.

It's not fair. All my friends
at school wear makeup.

You're 11.
Almost 12.

Well, when you're almost 16,
we can talk about it, okay?

It's not right.
The braids are too loose.

Honey, I don't have time right now.
But you promised.

Okay, come here.
Quick, quick, quick.

Who are you going out
with tonight?

Oh, just a friend.

Terry?
No.

Then who?
You -- you don't know him.

Hey, stay still
or I can't do it.

Another cop?

No, he's -- he's not a cop.

I thought you only worked with cops.
I do.

I don't understand.

He helps us solve crimes.
How?

What is with
all the questions?

Just tell me what he does
and I'll leave you alone.

All right, fine.

He cuts up dead bodies.

Gross.

[ Doorbell rings ]
Coming!

[ Door creaks ]

Hi.
Hi.

Come on in.
Thanks. Hello.

I heard you cut up
dead bodies.

[ Laughter ]

[ Door closes ]
You must be Louise, huh?

Do they ever come back to life
like those zombies on TV?

Never. Not once yet.
I've been waiting for that.

And when one does,
I'm gonna call you, okay?

[ Chuckles ]
Okay.

You look nice.
Oh, thanks. So do you.

Thanks. You ride?

Oh. No, not since I was
a teenager. [ Chuckles ]

Don't be such a wimp, Mom.
Oh.

Cool bike.

Thank you.

Um, are you cool if we just
take separate rides?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, of course.
Okay.

She'd love a ride
on your motorcycle.

All right, fine.
Two against one. You win.

I'll do it, okay?
Don't get any ideas, Louise.

You're not getting on a bike
until you're 30. All right?

Ready?
Yeah.

Bye.
Good to meet you.

Nice to meet you, too.
Love you.

You good?
Yeah, I'm good.

Arm.
Oh, thanks.

I don't wanna wipe out.
[ Chuckles ]

You look nice.
Oh. Well, thank you.

You already said that,
but...

It's worth saying it twice.
[ Chuckles ]

Okay.

This one is yours.

You ready?
I guess so.

All right, if I go too fast
for you, you just let me know.

All right.
[ Chuckles ]

[ Vibrolux's "Neon Blues"
playing ]

♪ You got something to explain ♪

[ Engine starts ]

All right, you good?

Hildy: I'm good.

[ Engine revving ]

♪♪

♪♪

Nope, my dad taught me
how to ride.

When I was a little kid,

we used to build bikes together
in the garage

and then strip 'em down and...

That was actually
my introduction

to doing autopsies.

Hmm. Well, you ride pretty
good...for a doctor, that is.

For a doctor?
Yeah.

Come on.
I ride pretty good period.

[ Chuckles ] You do.
Thanks.

A bunch of my, uh,
buddies and I,

we go up to Sturgis
every year, you know?

What's Sturgis?
[ Sniffs ]

You don't know Sturgis?
No.

Okay, so it's a town
in South Dakota,

but every year in August,

they have the biggest
motorcycle rally in the nation.

But it's a 1,400-mile ride
from here.

Okay.

Hildy, you've not lived
until you've ridden 1,400 miles

on the open road on a bike.

Really?
Yep.

You're a total motorhead.

Let's just say there's
a little more to me

than just cutting up
dead bodies.

No, I like it.

Well, my ex did not,
but thank you.

Mm.

I'm sorry that you guys
couldn't work things out.

I wasn't supposed to bring that up.
Why?

You're not supposed to bring up
ex-relationships

on a first date.
That is rule number one.

According to who?

According to an article
I read in "Cosmo."

"Cosmo"?

Mm-hmm.
[ Laughs ]

Don't go dissing
on "Cosmo."

It's a valuable source
of information

for the recently divorced

who would like to ignite
a second act.

So...

Is that what this is?
A second act?

Well...I'm hoping.

Cheers.
[ Glass clinks ]

Man: Sourdough Sub stock is down
15% in after hours trading

off reports that SFPD
is searching

for missing CEO
and founder Sam Rydell.

Hey, I just wanted to
give you an update on Sam.

Yeah, gone missing. I heard.

Right.
Well, we will find him.

We'll find him, sir.

Uh, if you don't need anything
else, I was gonna head home.

You know, every time we make
progress in this case,

we hit a dead end.

Sam will pop up, sir.

It's really difficult
these days to, uh, disappear.

Soon as he breathes,
we'll get him.

Sit.

I won't tell if you don't.
Uh-oh!

[ Snips ]

[ Snips ]

So, uh, word has it that
you're going out

for the, uh, the D.A. job.

Is that true?

Nah.

That's just a rumor.

There you go.

[ Clears throat ]

No, I probably shouldn't
tell you this, but...

I got offered something
last year.

Mnh-mnh.
I turned it down.

For real? Why?

Mm.

[ Lighter clicks ]

[ Exhales ]

Come on, leave this place
to go practice law?

[ Case closes ]
I couldn't do it.

Hey, man.

I know you've been through
the ringer recently.

But you'll get past this.

All right, you'll feel
like a cop again.

[ Sighs ] Man, I hope so.

There's baggage that comes
with the job.

Sometimes it's personal,
sometimes it's professional.

Most of the time, it's both.

But it's worth it.

Only people who wear the badge
know that.

You know, you can't explain it
to someone.

You can't -- you can't tell them
what it's like to be a cop.

So, uh, how's Hildy doing
with all this, huh?

She -- she hate me now?
[ Laughs ]

[ Telephone rings ]

[ Ring ]

Koto.

Where?

Yeah, we're on our way.
[ Hangs up receiver ]

Put those out.
We're on the move.

Okay, what do we got?

Vehicle registration,
Detective.

[ Engine rumbling ]

[ Rumbling continues ]

Oh, boy.

[ Sighs ]

Thanks.

All right, see ya.
Yeah.

[ Engine revving ]

[ Exhales deeply ] Hey.

Hey.
Sam's car?

Yeah. [ Clears throat ]

No damage.

Clearly, he wasn't forced
off the road.

Whoever he was with
had his keys.

See if there's
anything inside.

I got something here.
It's a jacket.

What's this?

S.R.
Sam Rydell.

Uh-huh.

Wang Fun Karaoke Bar. Huh.

Yeah, the Tongs own
that spot.

So he owed the Tongs money,
couldn't pay up,

they threw him off the bridge.

Or they tried to scare him
and something happened.

Either way,
it's a long way down.

♪♪