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Previously on The District.

Erin?

We are not prepared to talk about the details of the case

except to say at this point, Chief Mannion has been

the apparent victim of foul play.

Mr. Attorney General, if I may ask what your interest

is in all of this?

The Chief of Police of our nation's capital

may have been assassinated.

I thought you said you saw the shooter.

No, no, no.

I need to know who wants me dead.

I need to know everything the police know about what happened

to the Chief last night.

Now it's the Under Secretary of State that's trying to kill you?

He doesn't have the guts.

- Where you going? - I'm going after him.

Like he's not gonna notice a clown on his ass.

Follow that cab!

You gotta be kidding me.

I'm the Chief of Police, damn it! Follow the cab!

(camera shots)

(coughing)

(Man with black jacket yelling in French)

(speaking in French)

(police siren)

Copy 10-6.

Copy that.

(knocks)

Can I see your license and registration, please?

Yeah. What's the problem, officer? What did I do?

Well, you were speeding and you're weaving

all over the highway.

All right, Officer, uh... Officer Bencher, look,

I'm MPD. I'm on the job, okay?

Hey, hey! Keep your hands where I can see him, all right?

I was just gonna show you my badge, that's all.

No, I'll take a look at it. You just get out of the car.

I told your dumb ass I was a cop!

I'm MPD. Ugh!

I'm MPD.

I'm MPD.

You know what get out of the car means, huh?!

That's what it means.

I'm MPD.

My guy pulls him over for speeding,

asks him for his license.

Your guy cops an attitude,

goes for his bag.

Look, it's no excuse, but, uh,

you know the situation with the Chief,

the stress we're all under.

You're right.

It's no excuse.

Okay.

Your guy's a rookie, right?

Maybe he copped an attitude.

My guy wasn't holding crack.

Five grams.

Found it in his gym bag.

I'm going to separate it, Captain.

Sure.

I'm gonna need that back.

Yeah, sure thing.

Give us a sec, will you, guys?

You got it.

Thanks.

How you doing, speedy?

That guy right there,

he shouldn't be wearing a badge, he should be wearing a number.

So, what are you doing with this stuff?

I got that off the guy we busted last night.

I forgot the voucher.

Oh, come on, man. What, you think I'm doing crack now, man?

No, man. You know, something set this guy off.

DWB, driving while black.

That's what set him off.

I'm gonna file a complaint.

He profiled me, man.

He put my face on the pavement.

I wouldn't let him get away with that.

I trust you paid a visit to the evidence room

this morning, Detective.

Captain Mills called me.

I'm sorry, sir. I have no excuse.

I meant to vouch for the stuff last night and...

Don't you ever make that mistake again. You got it?

I won't, sir.

Sir, Erin Vratalov would like to talk to you guys.

Us?

Why? Does she need a blood transfusion or something?

She waived her right to counsel. Her lawyer won't be there.

Go see what she has to say.

I know it sounds crazy, but I'm telling you the truth.

Chief Mannion's alive.

Yes.

I saw him. He came to me after I shot him.

I was on the way to the OR.

He was dressed as an orderly, and we spoke.

And I told him what happened.

I told him everything.

Can you tell us where he is?

I don't know.

But please don't send me to prison

for something I did not do.

I didn't kill him.

Come on. Let's go.

It wasn't my idea to shoot him!

Temple, wait a minute.

Whose idea was it then?

The Under Secretary of State,

Adam Whitten.

Come on!

It's true!

He promised that he would help me get away.

Somewhere safe and far away from my father and his people.

You can understand that, can't you?

You know what I understand?

I understand that you shot the Chief.

You threw the gun in the river, you fled the scene.

You got hit by a car.

And somebody else is the bad guy?

I was set up.

You know what? They did a good job.

Whitten had a thing for the Chief.

How would she know that?

Uh, the newspapers?

It's not like she's saying she didn't pull the trigger.

She's trying to save her own ass, Kevin.

Temple, if there's a 1% chance the Chief's still alive,

how can we not check it out, huh?

The Chief is dead, Kevin.

He's dead and he's gone.

These remarks are excellent.

Thank you, Chief.

Now cut 'em in half and get back to me.

You're moving into the Chief's office?

What's that all about?

I am the acting Chief of Police.

And you can't act as chief from your own office?

Ella, you want to accuse me of something?

Do it. Don't talk around it.

Excuse me, Ms. Farmer.

Fine.

You have always wanted his job, Joe.

But to move into his office now when

we haven't even found the...

when we don't know if he's...

It's disrespectful!

- Ella. - I expected a lot more

from you, Joe.

- Ella Farmer! - A lot more.

Ella!

Hey.

Did you see the shrink yet?

No. And I'm not gonna.

Hey, you wanna keep it down over there?

I think you should.

It's helping me, you know,

deal with stuff.

Yeah, but I don't got any stuff.

See? You can't even talk about it.

I'm telling you, as your friend,

go talk to someone.

Oh, so now we're just friends all of a sudden?

Brander.

Hey!

Knock it off!

Well, I'm chewing.

Yeah, I know what you think you're doing over there, okay?

You don't think I can see?

Huh? Come here!

(screaming)

Get back!

What's the matter with you?

You all right?

I don't even know.

Aw, yo, yo. What's going on?

This is Claire's house, right?

The Chief would not be down with this.

The Chief's dead, remember?

Besides,

he wanted me to stay with her.

He told me to.

But I don't think he meant for you to do all this

stalker-type nonsense.

Shut up, will you? Get back in the car.

You're drawing attention.

You lost your mind!

Come on. Let's go.

US Marshals, Colonel.

The Attorney General would like to see you.

Give me a second. Let me change my duds.

Is Chief Mannion alive?

I don't know.

Do you have any idea why Chief Mannion, your friend,

would pretend to be dead if, in fact, he wasn't?

No.

Do you know anything about Chief Mannion,

what happened to him,

his current condition,

his whereabouts?

No, sir. Not a damn thing.

General.

Six days ago,

the day after Chief Mannion was shot,

the day the Under Secretary of State, Adam Whitten,

traveled to Paris,

you requisitioned transport of unidentified human cargo

aboard a C-130.

To Ramstein Air Force Base in southern Germany.

This is your authorization, isn't it?

Yes, sir.

To my knowledge, Ramstein is very close to Paris.

You see where I'm going with this?

Sure. The human cargo of which you speak is one Jacques Reveau.

A fully documented Q clearance Level Five CI

who's worked for me out of Ho Chi Minh City since 1981.

Part of his cover for this sortie was a trip back home to

Paris to visit an elderly aunt.

Anything I say beyond that is classified.

Colonel, in my universe, a lie is a lie, whether

it's classified or not.

Omissions, fibs, white lies.

It's not a matter of degree.

You understand?

I'm the same way, sir.

(camera shots)

(camera shot)

(camera shot)

(camera shots)

Jet-lagging bullet holes aren't a great mix, Chief.

You sure you don't want to take a rest?

I'm fine.

The Attorney General hauled my ashes.

He found the flight authorization.

He asked me a lot of questions about you.

- And? - He's smart.

He's in our business.

I just don't know what side he's playing for.

Now, this here,

this guy is the Minister of Industrial Petrol Resources

for Armenia.

All right.

This guy here from Azerbaijan.

He's connected to the largest

oil drilling company in the Caspian Sea.

Okay.

Now, what about our friend Laslo Vasmiri?

Well, when you put Putin away, this guy stepped in.

He made $100 million last year on heroin.

So,

Under Secretary of State Whitten has coffee

with an oil executive one day.

The next day, he meets with one of the world's

largest drug dealers.

And then, all of a sudden,

the CIA shows up.

What the hell is going on here?

Why does he want to kill me?

Well,

why don't you ask him?

(screams)

You crazy son of a bitch!

You missed me.

Minnion!

Betcha it's cold this time of year, huh?

Go piss off!

Well, you're not as well-spoken when you're all wet.

- You're finished. - It's over!

You're dead!

You're right.

You're right. I am dead.

Which uh...

which means I can do practically anything, doesn't it?

So why don't you tell me

why you arranged for

Erin Vratalov to kill me?

You're insane!

Why is the head of the INL having coffee

with a major drug lord?

You need help. Professional help!

Get a therapist! Now get me out of this chair!

I'll tell you what,

I'm gonna kick this little winch,

and I'm gonna go have myself a nice, hot cup of tea.

You don't have to balls!

(spits water)

Whitten, when I'm done with you,

you're gonna wish I drowned you.

All right.

We're not on the playground. Let's resolve this.

That's why we're here, Deputy Chief.

I talked to Detective Paige.

All he wants is an apology.

If I'd known you were a cop,

obviously I wouldn't treat you that way.

I'm sorry.

All right, it's done.

Let's move on from here.

No, you wait a minute!

I told you I was a cop.

And I told you I wasn't taking any chances.

Look, Chief,

what Officer Bencher isn't saying is

we have a Nigerian crew

with a fondness for Ford Explorers

dealing crack in the park down there, okay?

It's a DEA profile.

Okay?

- We're good? - No, we're not good!

Do I look like I'm part of a Nigerian drug crew to you?

That's enough to...

This guy dragged me out of my car!

Which I found crack in, by the way.

What kind of crack ass are you, man?

What the hell did you just say to me?

Sit down, Detective.

Officer,

sit!

We are not going to fight it out here, gentlemen.

Now, either you accept this man's apology or you prefer

formal charges against him.

Those are your two options.

What's it gonna be?

I'm gonna file a complaint.

You have a real nice day.

Chief.

(phone rings)

Dobrino.

Get out of there. The lawyer's on her way down.

- What? - Your wife's lawyer.

Get out of there now.

Excuse me, Officer.

I'm looking for Detective Dobrino.

Uh, yeah, he's...

Oh,

I guess he's not here.

Is there anything I can help you with?

No, that's okay.

I'll come back.

You sure?

Hey, Chief.

We thought you were dead.

Ah, Bernie.

Came back just for you!

All that overcharging, you know.

Ella Farmer.

(Chief) All right, now, here's the thing,

if you're standing up, I need you sitting down.

Chief.

Chief?

Oh, that's good. Syllables are good.

Here's the thing, Ella,

I'm gonna be needing your help, so I don't want you

going cataleptic on me.

Are you sitting down?

- Yes. - Good.

The words are good.

I'm not a ghost.

I'm real.

In fact,

I am coming down the steps, and I'm about to

hit the bullpen just about now.

I can hardly wait to see you.

- (Cop) Chief! Chief! - (Cop) You're back!

Hey, Chief, you're alive!

- Chief, you're alive! - Hey.

I knew you were alive, Chief, I knew it.

(Officers speaking with excitement)

Oh, it's so good to see you!

I knew it. I knew you were alive!

What the hell is going on?

I missed you, Ella.

The whole thing

is about oil.

Thirty-three billion barrels of it in the Caspian Sea.

More than all the reserves in the US,

and we want a piece of it.

So, in order to get it, we got to run a pipeline

over some friendly countries into a friendly port,

namely the Arabian Sea.

So we send

Under Secretary of State Adam Whitten

to broker the deal.

And all of a sudden, he decides, "Well, wait a minute,

I'm going to run my own pipeline my own way.

I'm going to run it through some not-so-friendly countries

into the Mediterranean."

The problem is, he's breaking the law.

There's an embargo between Armenia and Azerbaijan.

So, what's he do?

He takes US tax dollars

and he bribes a drug lord by the name of Laslo Vasmiri.

Laslo Vasmiri had a mentor

by the name of somebody we all know and love.

It starts with a D.

Dmitri Putin.

Dmitri Putin, yeah.

I get rid of Putin,

Whitten's afraid I'm gonna get rid of Vasmiri, so

he has to kill me.

So all we gotta do is link Whitten and Erin Vatilov.

Whitten gave her the gun, right?

Right. And forged a paper trail.

And where there's paper, there's people.

Let's see what we can dig up.

I'll keep you posted.

Good to see you, Temple.

It was something I said?

You didn't think there'd be fallout

from your little charade?

When I had cancer,

if I had decided to play dead

and lock myself away, not tell anyone...

if I had done that,

rejected your support,

how would that have made you feel?

- Bad. - Right.

Yeah. And that's how Temple feels.

And how I feel.

Angry and hurt

that you didn't let me in.

Elated that you're alive!

Furious that you duped me.

And sad that you didn't trust me enough to confide in me.

Ella! Ella, Ella, hey, wait real quick.

You know what I think your problem is?

No. What?

I went to Paris without you.

You are impossible.

Yeah, yeah. Nope!

- I got you a present. - I do not want a present.

You sure?

I think you're gonna wanna open it.

Four nights at the Ritz in Paris.

Hmm.

When am I ever gonna get to see Paris?

On your honeymoon.

- Who told you? - I saw the ring.

That was after you got back.

Oh, I shopped ahead of time.

Congratulations.

I'm happy for you.

I do hate you. You do know that?

But you'll get over it.

I mean, work on it. Work on it, baby!

Are you gonna wear white?

Damn straight.

So it is possible somebody falsified

the ballistics information on the gun that shot the chief.

Well, if it is, there'd be a record of it in the system.

Let me check.

Yeah, here we go.

Looks like there was someone in here last month.

Somebody who?

R.R.

Worked for the INL.

Whitten's group.

I'll print it out for you.

Okay. Well, according to this,

there's nobody at the INL

with the initials R.R.

You got anything?

Just a bad feeling.

I don't even think this is a real signature.

It's just a scrawl.

We've been scammed, my man. We got nothing.

We're nowhere. Dead end.

Oh, um, Chief Mannion?

- Yeah. - Hi.

I scheduled a press conference at 4:00.

I thought we could go over your remarks.

Cancel it.

Uh, Chief, that's not an option.

Why?

Because you've been dead for over a week.

You've got to talk to the press.

How come?

That's the only rational media strategy.

Uh-huh.

Um, let me ask you a question.

Do you like movies?

What do you like to do? Read?

What's your favorite thing to do?

Um,

I like to go to the movies.

You like to go to the movies.

All right, uh,

why don't you start doing some reading and...

anything by Tacitus, Imperial Rome,

the Caesar commentaries.

Anything to do with the Civil War.

Huh?

Good talking to you.

Oh, wait a minute.

What's your name again?

Kendall.

- Kendall. - Truman.

Truman. Which is it, Kendall or Truman?

Last name, Truman, first name, Kendall.

Yeah, sure.

Chief Mannion.

Troy Hatcher.

Sorry for keeping you waiting.

How do you do?

- Hold my calls. - Yes, sir.

- Come in. - Thank you.

- Uh-huh. - What?

This is nice.

It came with the job.

It was good to remember it's only temporary.

Like all jobs in Washington.

I had a chance to go over your

file on Under Secretary Whitten.

You want me to give you a search warrant for his house.

An Under Secretary of State's house, off of this.

You got a lot of chutzpah, Chief.

Well, who do you think was the best,

Gail Sayers or Walter Payton?

Gail Sayers.

I gotta go with Walter Payton.

Sweetness.

He had chutzpah.

I think getting shot raises your chutzpah levels.

This is personal.

I understand that.

But I'm not going to authorize

a fishing expedition because you snapped a few photos, which may

or may not support your allegations against

Under Secretary Whitten.

Hmm.

So that's a no on the warrant, then?

Chief Mannion, I'm impressed with

what you've done at the District.

But there's a line.

It's called the law.

I don't expect you to cross it.

And don't ask me to.

Sir, all I am asking you to do is take a look at a corrupt

presidential appointee who, at the very least, is bending

the rules of foreign policy!

Now, you're telling me there's not

a single thing in that file that piques your interest?

Not one thing?

Turn over all you have to the FBI.

If and when they bring me what I need to issue a warrant against

an Under Secretary of State,

I'll put my job on the line to help you bring him down.

Let's see, we got a drug lord,

and look who he's with.

An Under Secretary of State. I don't know.

That's not the best shot.

Oh, yeah, and then there's, you know...

Oh, oh, oh.

Jack, your obsession with things that are none of your business

almost got you killed.

Why don't you just take it easy?

Why don't you talk to me, Joe?

Hmm?

- Adam Whitten, - Uh-huh.

- He's a nut job, all right? - No kidding.

He is completely off the plantation, kind of like you.

Yeah.

He's jeopardizing everything we're doing in the Caspian.

Oh, my gosh.

- It's a shame! - Can I finish?

Yeah, go ahead.

I went there to try to stop his shenanigans.

Shenanigans? Oh, yeah.

Hooligans and shenanigans.

What, are you turning Irish on me, John?

He tried to kill me.

So you think if I knew about that, I would have

let that happen?

I don't know.

I'm just starting to like you, Jack.

Really?

So I'm gonna take Whitten down.

You want to go with him?

Don't make this worse, Jack.

You're going to go down with him.

Is that what you want?

You're gonna help me.

I got nothing.

Yeah.

Okay.

You think about it.

How did it go with the Attorney General?

Oh gosh, she's starting to bug me.

- Really? - Yeah.

Why?

Because she's doing her job

or because she's not Nick?

No. Because Nicky knew when to push and not to push.

Chief, just give her a chance.

You had the pick of the litter and you hired her.

Nicky understood me, Ella.

No, you understood him.

She's not gonna be that easy.

Why don't you just think of it as a challenge?

Ella!

What?

You know anything about this?

Yeah, it's a box of steaks.

Uh-huh. Well, I can see that.

I mean, you know where it came from?

It arrived while you were with the Attorney General.

You don't find that strong?

- Strong? - Yeah.

Yeah. I've been gone a week, presumed dead, and then

the first day I'm back, somebody sends me a box of stakes.

What I find strange

is that you don't think it's strange

that you were gone for a week, presumed dead.

But let's not go there.

- There were some issues. - Yeah.

Open the box.

Well...

Alex Malavian.

Shipping Coordinator.

Don't gorge yourself.

I know how carnivorous you can be.

J.R. Who's J.R.?

John Reynolds, CIA.

Here it is.

Alex Malovian,

also known as Ronald Resker,

Ryan Ronaldich,

Ryan Romanski.

Armenian army, jailed for treason, 1989,

escape, 1996.

INL operative in Turkmenistan.

Kind of a comedown, isn't it?

To go from special ops in Turkmenistan to the

shipping department of Buckhorn Steaks.

Get him.

Temple, you... (phone rings)

Avoiding Claire's lawyer ain't gonna make her

want to get back with you.

You know that.

Why don't you give it up, man? Let her go.

You got a drug problem, Temple?

What?

Look, I understand you were stressed,

thinking the Chief was dead.

All that crack in your gym bag. Come on!

And I'm thinking this whole profiling thing,

you don't have a problem with it when we do it.

Plus, the guy apologized to you.

You could have dropped it. Why didn't you, huh?

I cannot believe this.

Just like you did a couple of weeks ago

on that last undercover gig.

Now you're going after this rookie to cover it all up.

- Am I wrong? - Yeah, you're wrong!

Okay.

Now, I thought you had my back, but obviously you don't.

Come on, man. I don't mean to bust your hump.

All I'm saying is, if you need help,

come see me before you go see the Chief.

That's all I'm saying.

Excuse me.

I'm Detective Paige, MPD.

I'm looking for Alex Malovi.

Malovi! Up front!

Hey! Hey!

(Staff member) What's going on?

- You okay? - Yeah.

Talk about a cash cow.

- I have one? - Yeah.

So you're saying, then, that the UH-60 is your bread and butter?

The UH-60 helicopter has greatly bolstered our counter narcotics

efforts in Tashkent.

Yet you're requesting another $94 million?

Yes, Mr. Chairman.

Discretionary funds

to help us round out our programs on the ground.

Mr. Chairman!

Mr. Chairman.

Why don't you ask him how much of that money

he's gonna send to his drug buddies in Azerbaijan?

Pay attention.

Mr. Chairman.

I'm sorry, Mr. Chairman.

Jack Mannion. Chief, MPD.

Mr. Chairman!

What is it, Chief?

I realize this is an intrusion.

I ask your indulgence.

But I'm here to tell you that this man,

the one that you've been funding

to support our drug war abroad, has actually

been using that money to...

Well, he's been giving it to drug lords

is what he's been doing.

This is ludicrous.

Chief Mannion has had a personal vendetta against me

since he came to town.

He's a liar.

Every single penny the INL spends has been

requisitioned, approved, and audited by this committee.

No, no, no, no.

Not your discretionary funds.

Are you trying to hang yourself?

Uh, this is your necktie party, partner.

Bring in the beef!

(Chief whistles) Yeah!

Now, hidden in these boxes,

labeled as USDA prime beef,

are our tax dollars.

And that money has actually been given

by Whitten to drug lords.

Now, if you run the serial numbers of that money,

I think you'll find they match the serial numbers of

last quarter's discretionary funds.

You're under arrest, Whitten.

You've done more harm than you know.

God, I hope so.

Cuff him, Temple.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used against you

in a court of law.

- Hi. - Hi.

- So, how's it going? - The Chief's avoiding me.

You want my take?

Yes.

Don't get discouraged.

And don't let him intimidate you.

Argue!

Just make sure it's about something bigger than yourself.

And what you think you know about loyalty,

triple it.

And you'll know what he expects of you.

Well, he can expect anything he wants.

But how am I supposed to work with him

if he won't let me work for him?

You like old movies?

Why?

Go home.

Rent Red River.

It's an old John Wayne Western.

Okay.

Uh, what does that have to do with anything?

Maybe nothing.

Maybe something. Maybe everything.

Trust me.

Hang in there.

I really don't even understand why I'm here talking to you.

The guy arrests me because I'm black.

He cuffs me in the dirt.

And I'm supposed to take the high road?

I'm not a priest, Detective.

But

maybe this is a test of faith.

How so?

Well, God gave you a gift.

The return of the Chief.

Maybe he wants you to return the favor by

showing a little forgiveness.

Right.

You don't sound very convinced.

Or maybe I'm not that good of a person.

Maybe it would have been easier in some ways if

the Chief didn't come back.

How so?

'Cause then I'd have an excuse.

An excuse?

Excuse for what, Detective?

(door slams)

Chief.

Temple.

I thought you'd like to know, Officer Bencher has been

suspended indefinitely.

Good.

Every candidate for mayor this election is going to make

profiling a political issue.

They're all itching for a scapegoat.

You expect me to lose sleep over that?

Why are you doing this, son?

If every dealer in a certain block is Black,

are you gonna be stopping white guys most of the time?

No.

But I don't expect to be harassed

because I'm black, either.

Bencher's been out of the academy six months.

You're gonna tell me you never made a mistake?

Chief,

are you ordering me to back off this?

I'm hoping to remind you that if every cop is accused of racism

that uses his instincts, that's the end of public safety.

With all due respect, you weren't there!

I'm a Black man first

and a cop second.

With all due respect, Mr. Black man,

I am a Black cop, period.

He made bail about an hour ago.

Must have felt he was in a pretty tight jam to

kill himself, huh?

Yeah.

That's what it looks.

You can't come in here!

You don't get it, do you, Detective?

I work for Claire, and she'd like you to see this.

(Man in stall) Taken.

What is it?

A temporary restraining order.

For what? Grabbing a few signs?

That's a joke.

Yeah, we're filing that joke unless you leave her alone

and sign the divorce papers.

Like you promised.

Look, sign the papers, Detective.

Let her go.

I have an execution copy...

right here.

Thank you.

Wait outside.

I thought we had an agreement.

Which was?

You would have come to me if you got more evidence on Whitten.

I didn't think you'd do anything about it.

What you did cost a man his life.

I didn't put the gun in his hand.

I didn't pull the trigger.

How's that going to bring us any closer to knowing

who else was involved or how deep this thing goes?

That's what I do here. I'm the Chief of Police.

I conduct investigations.

Number one, attempted murder. Mine.

Number two, apparent suicide. Adam Whitten's.

Now, who knows what I might turn up?

Why aren't we on the same side in this?

I told you that I admired what you're doing here, Chief.

And I often thought that you'd be an asset down the road.

Sir, I don't think we're going down the same road.

You can bet on it.

I don't like the way you do things, Chief.

At all.

You know, join the club.

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