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"And then,
upon taking my position

at the rear
of the establishment,

I heard gunfire."

Lieutenant Backstrom?

Yes, madam chairperson.

You're simply
reading from your statement.

That's because my statement
is what happened.

The veracity of your statement

is exactly what
this committee is questioning,

so we'd prefer
if you put it aside

and answered our questions.

Shoot.

No pun intended.

On march 25th,

you lethally shot a van
named Eugene Lawrence Visser.

Forensic evidence indicates
you then shot yourself

in order to justify
this use of your deadly force.

Do you deny
this allegation?

Which allegation...

that I shot a man,
or that I shot myself?

You know we have the power
to find you in contempt?

I did not know that.

Yeah.

Did you know...

that a shooting panel found that
I conducted myself with valor?

Gunpowder residues indicate

that you were shot
at point-blank range,

yet you testify
that Eugene Visser was

"at least 25 feet away."

You can't have it both ways.

So you should
stop messing around

and tell us how the forensic
evidence could be incorrect,

not behave in a way

that suggests you are guilty
of excessive force, perjury,

and tampering with evidence.

So the question remains,
did you shoot an unarmed man?

Everett?

Call an ambulance!

- Everett.
- Coming through.

Can he hear me?

I believe so, Ms...

Gazanian.

Detective Backstrom's fiance?

10 years ago... belive me,
that ship has sailed.

Your heart
rate appears stable,

but we must transport you
to the hospital

to rule out a cardiac event.

Wait, he had a heart attack?

Whoa.
Is the lieutenant okay?

'Cause we need him
at a crime scene.

He had a cardiac event.

I'm fine. You are not fine.

Your body has made a decision your
conscious mind refused to make.

Yeah, my body made a decision...

I didn't like your
low-carb, low-fat diet.

Out of my way. Come on, Moto.

He needs to go to the hospital.

I'm sorry, ma'am, but I take
my orders from the lieutenant.

Stop.

You are leaving AMA...
against medical advice.

Are you sure you're okay?

I'm fine.

Oh...

Nice ride.

If you're the grim reaper.

It's a '64.

My father had one just like it.

Was he a preacher or a pimp?

Uh, a little of both.

This car is registered
to Jason Allen Rose, age 23.

The back window was shot out
with a large-caliber weapon.

Techs found
a bullet hole in the dash,

nonlethal amounts of blood,
a pair of high heels...

no driver.

Some kind of botched kidnapping?

Okay, we need
to lock down the perimeter,

search cars
heading out of the area.

- What?
- Where are you going?

Victim was a female, took off
her shoes in order to run.

I say we find her.

Niedermayer.

Cold and dead.

Okay, call Jason Rose.

Ask him how long ago

his one-night stand
took off with his car.

Uh... Lieutenant...

The victim is male.

Look past the pink.

Oh.

I'm gonna require
penile verification.

Okay, wow.

Whoa. That is very, very male...

- packing heavy, too.
- Cause of death?

It's a through-and-through
gunshot, again from a distance.

Bangs. What's with them?

Psychologically, bangs can be
an expression of doubt...

a half-raised curtain

concealing what she
lacks the courage to reveal.

Okay, or it's just a haircut.

What does this
have to do with anything?

I'm declaring this
a hate crime against the gays.

It's not the gays... just gays.

Oh, uh, cross-dressers are not
necessarily homosexual, sir.

And it's way too early
to declare this a hate crime.

Gravely...

this man was hiding behind
a curtain at half-mast,

pretending to be a woman.

Everybody hates it when
a penis pops out of nowhere,

and especially a crazed lunatic
who he... she...

he...

Penises generally go with "he."

Who he could not outrun.

It's a solid theory.

This particularly
generous penis...

makes this a hate crime.

Oh, nice to see you recovered so
quickly from your heart attack.

Don't give me another one.

What heart attack?

Everett feigned a coronary to
avoid finishing his testimony.

I had an actual
life-threatening asthma attack.

Dr. Deb gave me an inhaler.

Lieutenant, until you testify,
the district attorney

cannot prosecute
any of our other cases.

There's more to policing
than convictions, Gravely.

Huh. I could've sworn
that protecting the public

by putting bad people in jail
is pretty much the whole job.

Come here.

That is why
you called this a hate crime,

so that it would take precedence

over the civilian oversight
investigation.

How dare you insinuate

that I would put my own
petty needs over the gays.

It was a hate crime.

- There was a hate crime?
- Yes.

The gay half of this city
is living in terror.

Okay, you know that half
means 50%, right?

The world seems half-gay to me.

You ever kissed a woman?

It's called college.

Mm. And summer camp.

Ho, ho. That's hot.

I'm s... uh, I apologize.

Uh, detective Almond
wants me to let you know

that the victim's aunt is here.

So sorry.

Everett...

I understand if you have to
prioritize a hate crime, but...

eventually, you have to appear.

Jason's mother
was my sister.

Her and her husband died in
a plane crash when Jason was 10,

so he came to live with me.

Mm. I'm sure he was grateful.

He was.

He was like a son to me.

It was just the two of us.

So there was
no man in your life?

Don't you dare suggest

that the reason Jason was gay
was that I never married.

So he was homosexual.

Jason would've referred
to himself as "pansexual."

So, basically massively gay...
like Elton John-gay.

That would explain the bangs.

Bisexuals...

you just can't trust them.
They'll lie to anybody.

Would you tell us
about Jason's life

- when he presented as a woman?
- Why?

Because he died as a woman.

Oh. Huh.

Jenna appeared right around, uh,
the time he was 16.

And you have to understand,
for his generation,

it's not
a drag-show performance...

the world's a stage.

Uh, last year,
he started his own blog.

Oh, my god, a blogger...

another motivation for murder.

Why? Everybody who ever
met Jason loved him.

Do you mean that literally?

Would you say Jason
had a lot of sexual encounters?

In the past, but he was young.

In the past?

What changed?

Recently,
he seemed settled down,

starting seeing a nice man named Marcus.

Oh.

They were getting serious.

I'm a blogging stud muffin.

Who's more likely to kill me...

#butboy136 or the man I'm
supposed to love and cherish?

I've found the Jenna Rose blog
very informative...

like this tutorial,
"how to make a smoky cat-eye."

Yes, I see that.

But she did reveal
many personal details

about her wheres and whens,

and her final comment
was this...

"Bye-bye, bling. Sad-face
emoticon, happy-face emoticon."

Maybe she had a stalker.

Well, her blog
was seeing heavy traffic...

close to a hundred grand
page views per day.

So, it will take me some time

to sift through
all the suspects.

But I have been using

her computer
and her cellphone messages

to make a list of all
her likely sexual partners.

- Wow.
- And this one...

Ah, this one is the special one

aunt Christina
was talking about.

The two had many texts and...
and sexy snapperchats.

"Marcus Lester,
aka 'Maura Less.'"

Americans.

They make sex so complicated.

In Europe, a man in chiffon
is just another man.

Or another bridesmaid.

- Exactly.
- Exactly.

Hey, you know,
I think you got it confused.

I mean, who sits
in the backseat of a car

like it's a limo or something,

like I'm driving you
to some fancy party

instead of to a crime scene?

Yeah, this whole
"driving Miss Daisy" thing

is, uh, embarrassing
for both of us.

You know what I'd do
if I was you?

Get out of that uniform
and make a name for yourself.

Yeah, that's fine with me.

When are you scheduled to appear
before civilian oversight?

Tomorrow.

And since I didn't see anything,
it won't take long.

One good way
to get out of that uniform...

see things that need to be seen.

Hmm.

Yeah. That's heavy.

That's real heavy.

Jason Rose was traveling
approximately 40 miles per hour

in the Westbound Lane

when... bam!.. A 30-30 bullet

smashes the back window,

grazes the victim's ear,
penetrated the dashboard,

coming to rest
in the engine block.

Now, Jason swerves,
crashes through the guardrail.

He's dazed.

He looks, and he sees the
assailant approaching on foot.

So he exits the vehicle

and he flees down the
embankment, toward the river.

Now, the killer shoots again.

We don't know how many times.
He picked up the casings.

But one bullet
hits Jason in the back,

penetrated his heart,
killing him instantly.

How much artistic license
are you taking here, Spielberg?

He's copying you, lieutenant,

only with forensics
instead of people.

But it was a hate crime, right?

- No.
- No?

- No.
- So, someone hunted down

a boy dressed like a girl
with generous genitalia

and kills them.

How is that not a hate crime?

Lieutenant, hate crimes,
they tend to be, uh,

personal, brutal, symbolic.

This... this was detached.

This was a killing from afar

by a sniper on a lonely highway.

The victim was either chosen
randomly or specifically hunted.

Or you could be wrong about the
whole thing, Mr. Know-it-all.

Psst!

If it's not a hate crime,

then the lieutenant can't stall
the civilian oversight anymore.

Hmm.

Um, if it wasn't
a hate crime, lieutenant,

what would it be?

A robbery.

There's a key
broken off in the glove box.

Where did you find the car keys?

We didn't.

Because the killer
threw them away

when he couldn't get inside.

Which is why we have
a locksmith waiting for us

back at the impound lot.

We don't need a locksmith.

We don't need a locksmith, Moto.

Oh.

Oh, yeah.

Look what we have here.

Appears to be a, uh, soda
bottle, silver-plated?

That is the gayest thing
I've ever seen.

Possibly the "bling" that Jenna
had to say goodbye to.

That was an awesome piece
of deduction, lieutenant.

Slain for a gay artifact.

Definitely a hate crime.

I was hoping you'd be
assigned the Jenna Rose case.

You know him... her?

Know of, maybe.

So, let me guess...
you think someone out there

is targeting men
who dress like women?

They're called "transgenders."

No, they're not...
transgender involves changing

a lot more than your clothes.

What is this?

This evidence or something?

Possibly.

You know anything about it?

Well, I'm familiar for free.

If you give me 100 bucks,
I'm a font of information.

I got $90.

It'll do.

Behold...

the world-famous
platinum-plated soda bottle

given to Joan Crawford
as a christmas present

from her fourth husband,
Alfred Steele.

It's legendary
in certain circles.

Yeah, gay circles.

What other circles are there?

Ah! The homosexual holy grail...

exactly what one gay
would kill another gay for.

Can I borrow it?

Why?

There's a candlelight vigil
for Jenna downtown,

and I'm on the prowl.

Nothing makes men hornier
than death.

I'll give you
your 100 bucks back.

No. This is evidence in an
ongoing homicide investigation,

not some magnet
for butt hookups.

Funny. You're so funny.

I'm going to the vigil...

undercover.

That is not happening.

Why?

I could be a gay bear.

"A"... it's just "bear."

And, no, you cannot.

I would be a very good bear.

And "b"... having you in
the room will cramp my style.

If I see you there,
I will point and scream, "cop."

What if I bring somebody
for you?

Mm...

No.

I wouldn't want to risk that.
I have very high standards.

Wow.

So, that thing you did today
at the crime scene...

The reenactment of the murder?

Yeah. Can you do it again?

For when
the lieutenant shot Visser?

No.

Uh, the evidence is congruent
with too many permutations.

You mean like nobody really
knows what really happened?

Yes.

Huh.

The lieutenant's story
is at variance with forensics.

Yeah, but what do you
think happened?

I wasn't there,

but you were.

You been summoned?

Yeah.

And he's hinting

that he wants me to go in
and back up his story.

I've never known Backstrom
to hint,

but he does know

that an eyewitness account
trumps forensics every time.

Okay, so you think
I should help him out?

Uh, if a tree falls in a forest
and no one's there to hear it,

does it make a sound?

Yeah.

Well, the same argument
can be made about the truth.

It exists, regardless
of the perception of a witness.

Wait, wait, wait, wait.

I know you trying
to help me out, Niedermayer,

but it's not working.

This is Niedermayer.

Drop what you're doing.

We're going to
a candlelight vigil.

Wear your usual gay stuff.

Attaboy, Niedermayer.

Way to play the insider card.

Insider?

Come on.

You're a confirmed bachelor,
you're dressed like GQ,

you read poetry
and listen to string quartets.

Okay, priority number one...
find Marcus Lester.

Second...
identify any former contacts.

That's David Kettering,
aka "Mabel Stirrups."

Uh... The guy with the black
jacket with the white collar,

- he's on the suspect list.
- What?!

He's my informant.
He lives in my basement.

You live on a barge.

You millennials are so literal.

I paid $200 for a tip,
and make sure I get reimbursed.

You two go do kettering,
and by "do," I mean...

don't.

Excuse me. Oh, god.

You had a relationship
with my murder victim.

Relationship?

No, we had sex.

You want details?

Yes. No!

I

You're on the suspect list.

- What?!
- Yes.

- Then remove me.
- I can't just remove you.

Look, you can trust me to tell
you the things you need to know

and, more importantly, to not
tell you the things you don't.

Detective Backstrom,
is that you?

Oh, thank you for coming.

It's good to know that you not
only care about finding the killer

but you care about Jason
as a person. Yeah.

Isn't it true that murders have to
be solved within the first 48 hours?

Yeah, that's true
for regular cops,

but not for
a special-crimes unit.

Even a hate crime?

All right.

Listen up, uh, everybody.

This is officially
not a hate crime.

Okay?

Hate crimes are usually
personal, brutal, and symbolic.

Excuse me. No, this was nothing
but a botched robbery.

The killer was after this.

That is evidence.

You cannot carry that around
in your grubby pant pockets.

This evidence is flypaper, okay?

Watch the gay killer stick.

You know, you look like

someone took a cowboy
and turned him into a model.

Hmm.

Okay. Well, thanks.

Hey, Niedermayer.

Please tell me
this is who you brought me.

Uh, I think you were given
the wrong impression.

What's the word
from the "lipstick yeti"?

He has an alibi.

And as soon as he
found out I was a cop,

he wouldn't tell me where
I could find Marcus Lester.

Would my impression
be more accurate

if I got the sasquatch to tell
me where to find Marcus Lester?

Absolutely.

Thank you.

I'm looking for Marcus. Do you
know where he is? Oh. Sure.

I think she's... she's
in the back over there.

Jason and I were in love.

Till you found out he was
cheating and you killed him.

Right. It's always the wife.

Wait. You're the wife?

I thought the pretty one
was always the wife?

So, you were aware that Jason
had other sexual partners?

There's physical fidelity
and emotional fidelity.

It's only the latter
I care about.

Jason and I had
plans to get married.

What more do you need
as proof of commitment?

What about this?

Is that what I think it is?

We found it in Jason's car
the day he was murdered.

Do you know where he got it?

No. Not from me.

That's evidence.

I'm a rat-faced podiatrist
in love with a beautiful boy

who gets fabulous gifts
from better men.

How do I keep him close?

I get him pregnant.

Okay, lieutenant, Jenna was
a convincing female, it's true,

but it's...

You were gonna buy
a chinese baby.

No.

Guatemalan?

We were planning to adopt.

Same difference.

We were consulting with lawyers.

They did a complete investigation
into our relationship.

May we have your permission
to speak with them?

Be my guest.

I hate
questioning lawyers.

Yeah, I need
someone better anyway.

Better?

Show me the path
where I should walk, o lord.

God has a grand design.

But still, he has granted us
the power of decision.

You decided which shoes you were
gonna wear this morning,

- didn't you, son?
- Yeah, that's right.

Christ...

Christ will help us
with these decisions.

He will be the guide.

Luke 11.9...

Jesus tells us, "keep seeking,
and you shall find."

"Keep knocking, and the door will be
opened to you."

All you have to do is ask.

You're pretty good at this.

Well, next time, come earlier.

Backstrom wants you to go talk
to the victim's attorney.

On a Sunday?

Wait a minute.

Why me?

Well, he said that...

asians are terrified of
black people and missionaries,

and you're both of them.

Jason and Marcus were very
serious about adopting a child.

When we heard Jason was dead,

our first thought was that
poor Marcus might kill himself.

Is that why you bring a minister
with you on these calls?

Well, actually, I'm...

Marcus is fine...

Perhaps a little too fine.

In fact, we were
starting to think maybe...

You don't suspect Marcus
of killing Jason, do you?

Uh, uh, uh, that's just not
possible, r-right, Lindsay?

Ma'am, I know that sometimes
it's hard to point fingers.

Well, I would say, like most of
us, Marcus has a dark side.

You mean a dark side aside from the
side that wears women's dresses?

You're hiding something.

Your bangs betray you.

Pardon me?

Um, what's he doing?

Lieutenant?

Vintage.

You wear pearls,
the same color lipstick...

Pink dresses.

Yeah, that is interesting.

W-what's interesting?

Well, it appears

that Jenna had appropriated
your wife's personal style.

She didn't appropriate you, too,
did he... she... he?

You didn't kill Jason

for inappropriately
appropriating your husband,

did you?

- What?!
- Are you insane?

I would never do that,
and I liked Jason.

No, you didn't.

Gay boys always date asians
in high school,

before they find themselves
and start breaking hearts.

You do know
we're lawyers, don't you?

Asians and fatties... or both.

You know... big asians.

How much did you weigh
when you were 16, like 170, 180?

I need to ask you to leave.

Sore spot, huh?

You know if you don't talk
to one of us here,

we'll have to ask you
to accompany us downtown.

Pastor Almond,
we'll speak with you,

but he has to
go wait in the car.

I'll go wait in the car.

So, what happened?

Backstrom was right.

She dated a boy in college

who came out of the closet
and broke her heart.

And now this one
sleeps with her husband.

No.

She slept with him.

So she was a lesbian.

Her husband didn't know
anything about it,

and she'd like
to keep it that way.

She only told me
because I'm a minister.

You did that on purpose.

Did she admit to giving him
the silver soda pop?

Okay, who is "she" now?

The lawyer. And, no, she didn't.

And I'd appreciate you not using
my sacred calling in this way

in the future.

What, god doesn't
want you solving crimes?

Well, of course he does.
Just ask me.

It's too much trouble.
Just drive.

Okay.

Hey, Moto.

Yes, sir.

What's this?

That is my recollection of me
shooting Visser in my own words.

Feel free to use that
as a memory aid.

Well, about that, sir, uh...

uh, I'll get right on it.

When you talk to the press,

I am the one that gets
in trouble with the chief.

Listen up, uh, everybody.

This is officially
not a hate crime.

It is your job
to get in trouble,

and that's not the press,

that's Tilda Swinton
with a smartphone.

The public is the press,

and now that this
is no longer a hate crime

and there has been a lag
in the investigation,

you have plenty of time to appear before
the civilian oversight committee.

Anytime there's a lag
in the investigation,

we redouble
our efforts, Gravely.

Okay.

Good morning.

Will you stop stalking me?

Not until you complete
your testimony on Visser.

I was.

It's just that... and Gravely
can back me up on this...

we are hot on the trail...
Gravely.

Everett, you have a tell.

It's not subtle.
When you're guilty, you avoid.

You're avoiding.

Is this whole thing

about the time I took
20 bucks from your purse

and never paid you back?

Yes, Everett, you got me.

Really?

I

Good.

Now come in and pay
the rest of your debts,

or I'm gonna have to ask
the chief to suspend you

for not answering a summons.

Mm.

It sounds good to me.

Yeah, but I didn't see it
with my own eyes.

These are not my own words.

So, make it your own.

- What...
- Backstrom is your superior, yes?

Yeah.

Then you do
what he tells you to do.

What's the problem?

I mean, I guess
when you put it like that,

but I just hope you're right.

Moto, I'm always right.

You're welcome.

Yeah, I know.

Uh... hey.

You heard my sermon.

The eighth commandment
tells you,

"thou shalt not
bear false witness."

What Backstrom's asking you
to do is perjury.

Niedermayer said
that the truth is the truth

whether I saw it or not.

Oh. Okay.

The Bible versus Niedermayer...
no contest.

There are better ways
to get out of that uniform.

Tell me one.

Do good work, don't complain,

take your responsibilities
seriously.

I've done that,
and it's gotten me nowhere.

This is my chance!

This is not a chance, Moto.

This is temptation.

Big difference.

The victim's computer

has software
to track her blog visitors,

so I selected the repeaters and
identified their I.P. addresses.

How do you connect
an I.P. address with a person?

You need a few hundred warrants.

Next!

I have also been tracking
Jenna's bling.

So, it was first auctioned
in New York in 1978

after Ms. Crawford's death,

and then again in 1992,
in Miami,

where the bids topped
20,000 grand.

Why would the gay holy grail
leave Miami Beach

for a town
that's 50% heterosapien?

Mm.

The legitimate auction trail
is cold.

But the rumors say

it circulated the Portland
black market this year.

Black, as in afro-american?

Black, as in the illegal sales
of stolen property.

The next item up for auction...

900-count kids/toddler baseball
caps, cotton-poly blend.

Let's begin the bidding at $25.

If you're gonna stay, be quiet, keep
your hands down.

That silver soda phallus is the most
likely motive in Jason/Jenna's murder.

This is a lifetime supply.

$75 now in the front row.

Going once, going twice...

$200. $200.

Stop it.
I don't want damn baby hats.

It was on the black market.

Anything that's on the
black market, you know about.

$300 for the baby hats.

$300, gentleman in the last row.
All right!

And now $325...

I got the soda for a steal.

I had a buyer... some old queen...
but I gave it to Jason instead.

You gave it to him?
What, are you in love with him?

In love?
How long have you known me?

This qualifies as one of those
things I deserve to know.

I was doing a favor

for a very high-powered,
very closeted friend of mine

who Jason was...

Insert verb here.

Insert was the verb.

So Jason got the bottle,

my friend got silence...
bang... everybody's happy.

This old queen, is he the type
to kill to get what he wants?

I don't know.

Why don't you tell me?

You already talked to her...

Jenna's old flame,
David Kettering.

All that's gonna cost you
another hundred.

$350. $350!

Thank you, sir!
Oh. Sold.

Sold to buyer number 186!

I was binge-watching
the second season of "Homeland"

the day Jenna was killed.

But you were waiting for
the silver bottle to show up,

weren't you?

"Bye-bye, bling.
Sad face, happy face."

Yeah, I was gonna buy it.

I never had the chance.

There's a gun
registered under your name

that's the same caliber weapon
that killed Jason Rose.

I'm from Idaho.

Everybody hunts...
even men in dresses.

I'm you.

One pull of the trigger,
that bottle is mine for free.

Then why would I tell you
she was coming over

in the first place?

I didn't do anything.

You taught Jenna Rose how to wear
dresses like a girl, didn't you?

She was my protage.

But you look nothing like
an actual woman.

Jenna was gorgeous.

The student
surpassed the master.

Yeah, 'cause this rich
japanese lawyer bitch

took her shopping all the time.

You turned Jason straight!

Well, actually, into a lesbian.

Jenna was having an affair
with a woman.

So?

Left you out in the rain

with your torn fishnets
and your saggy bra...

Shut up!

An angry, hirsute Buffalo Bob...

- How dare you?!
- Too ugly to ever fit in...

You shut up now! Shut up, shut up!

No matter
how much money you were willing to spend.

Shut up!

Shut up!

Shut up!

You're under arrest
for assaulting a police officer.

Officer Moto?

Yes.

To minimize an esophageal edema,

I am giving you an
anti-corticosteroid inhaler,

which means if the chief asks
if I prescribed an inhaler...

I'll be telling the truth.

Thanks, Deb.

Did I have a heart attack?

Am I gonna die?

Chest pain, racing heart,
a feeling of impending doom...

what you are experiencing
is called a panic attack.

The body makes a decision.

Exactly.

I beg of you, Backstrom,
change your ways, reform.

Start with telling the truth

about what happened
when you shot Visser.

Hey. You can't talk about that.

That's violating
patient confidentiality.

I can talk about it
to you as your doctor.

If you go in
and tell the truth just once,

you will find a huge burden
will be lifted.

I'll lose my job.

It's just a job.

Call, call, call.

- Call, call.
- It's the oversight committee.

I can give you a pass for today

with the caveat that you go home
and carefully consider...

No, no.

The bruises might
gain me some sympathy.

Thank you for coming in.

I understand that you were
injured in the line of duty.

I'm fine. I'm ready.

What do you want to know?

Our investigation is closed.

What?

I don't even get to explain
my side of the story?

Officer Frank Moto

stepped forward
with an eyewitness account

that corroborates
your official statement.

The committee
thanks you for your time.

Were you actually about
to tell us the truth in there?

The moment has passed.

We will never know.

You'll be in front
of the committee again.

Take care of yourself, Everett.

Amy.

You know I've never
killed a man before.

I swear to you, god's truth,

that shooting was justified.

Everett, I'd like to believe
you're telling the truth,

but one thing I've learned
over the years is,

you don't really do that.

I can tell the truth
just as good as you.

Yeah.

You look like you dye your hair

from a bottle
of "soccer mom number 45."

Well, you were 10 times
better-looking 15 years ago.

Huh. Your toes look like
the fingers on a monkey's hand.

Oh, really? Are the ladies
still lining up

to see
that pearl jam ass tattoo?

Around the block.

Your brother slipped me the tongue
at your grandmother's funeral.

I was the one who bet him
that you'd go for it.

Mm.

That's a lie... total lie.

You would never dare another man to
take a run at me... never.

I always know when you're lying.

The shooting was justified.

I might've mucked things
up afterwards,

but it was 100% justified.

You miss me, Everett.

Absolutely not.

Lieutenant.

I got to go...

You were right.

Right about what?

Well, sometimes, you said the
victim was hated for being gay

and others, that
he was hunted for robbery.

Well, turns out it was both.

One I.P. address

started showing up only
recently on the victim's blog

three days before death,
but over 100 times.

Stalker, tracking over-shares.

"Bye-bye, bling."

Mm-hmm.

It's a man named Wayne Combs...
ex-military,

did a five-year sentence
for assaulting a gay soldier.

Have Gravely bring him in.

Okay.

I'm a latent-homosexual hillbilly

who finds a boy online
prettier than any real girl.

I'm going to prison for life,

which may make me change
my whole take on man sex.

I'm a soldier...

Wayne Combs.

Fire-team leader...

Red-blooded-cowboy type,
strong and silent.

Operation Desert Storm.

The bullet from the dashboard
of Jenna's car

matches the rifle
we found in his place.

I been in worse kinds of hell
than you can even imagine.

Uh, I'm you.

I'm a good soldier,
I'm a good planner, I'm careful.

I got the whole thing
worked out...

location, line of fire,
target, objective.

I knew the bottle was
in that car, and I wanted it,

and I was willing
to kill a girl to get it.

She wasn't a girl.

'Cause I would never
kill a girl.

That's right.

Meaning, I knew it was a boy...

the kind of boy
that deserved to be killed.

You said it, not me.

You wing her, she crashes,

she runs away.

If this was really
about the soda bottle,

I wouldn't have
bothered chasing her...

meaning the bottle was payment.

The whole point
was to kill Jason. Why?

I'm you.

I bear no personal grudge.

She lives in a different world.

It's nothing to do with me.

I'm not a robber, I'm a soldier.

I'm an assassin.

Aah!

You were hired
to kill Jenna Rose.

I suggest you contact a lawyer.

Why?

A lawyer will advise you

to tell us who it was
that hired you to kill her...

possibly avoid execution.

Was it him?

No.

No.

What?

Unh-unh.

Who is it, then?

You're Jenna Rose.
Who wants you dead?

I'm Jenna Rose.

He wants me dead.

I'm a sex-starved wife
with a half-hidden wild side

and an Ivy League husband

who's smart enough
to see the truth about me.

That's him, isn't it?

You have to say it out loud.

That's the man who hired me
to kill Jenna Rose.

Thank you.

Henry Han, you're under arrest
for the murder of Jason Rose.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be
used against you in a court of law.

You have a right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford
an attorney,

one will be provided for you.

Do you understand the rights
I have read to you?

Yes.

You perjured yourself.

I called it how I saw it.

You won't have
a very long career

if you start
adopting his values.

He catches
more bad guys than anyone.

Now, that's a high calling.

Backstrom got you
to perjure yourself under oath.

He made you a bad guy.

Being good isn't about
following the rules, detective.

We're all still here
because of me.

We pulled a murderer
off the street because of me,

and all our old cases

are back on the books again
because of me.

You've got
good intentions, Moto.

No, I'm not talking
about my intentions,

I'm talking about
my actions, okay?

Someday, you're gonna
wonder to yourself

if I'm somebody
you can count on,

and now you know you can.

We're so happy the police
finally found the killer.

I mean,
it was the scariest thing.

Gender-nonconforming people

face such an elevated risk
of violence.

In this case,
we actually get closure.

We won't get Jenna back,

but maybe this will not happen
to somebody else.

Ah!
Well...

♪ Tha-a-a-ank you! ♪

My God, this thing's a charm!

It's like black magic!

Ask me how much
I got lucky tonight.

Ask me, ask me.

Ooh, what are you
doing there? Cocaine?

Uh, quiet. I'm doing serenity.

Oh, I see.

Dragon breathing.

Hey, do you ever
dress up like a woman?

That's the thought you
can't fight when you meditate,

me in a dress?

What do you look like as a girl?

I tell you, my friend...

I am a real beauty...

all cheekbones and attitude.

Huh?

The body makes a decision
the conscious mind refuses.

Hey.

I'm really glad that you
caught Jason's murderer.

He was a good guy.

And girl.

You can show your gratitude

by giving me my share
of that thing when you sell it.

And what if I
don't want to sell it?

I'm you.

Eventually, I get tired
of everything and everybody

and sell it out for a profit.

You have the same disease.

Everybody does.