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And your grandpa, where is he?

Good morning!

I've been waiting for you.

What's going on?

Wake him up.

What happened, son?

You need a new lunchbox, Federico.

Oh, hi.

Here we go.

Uh...

Sammi liked the yellow ones.

Oh, they're not for my daughter,
they're for my wife.

- I know.
- Keep the change.

Immigration is coming!

Where?

Over there!

Come on, guys!

Gotcha.

I'm gonna make you all pay for this.

Give me that.

Surprise, my love!

Ooh, hello, Charles.

Hello, Charlie.

What you doin'?

Margaret...

Don't be mad I'm playing poker
with the boys.

I promise not to lose
too much... this time.

Really, John?

It's only a small game tonight.

I promise.

You are pure trouble!

Margie, I'm no trouble.

Trouble just follows me.

I just... no, I just can't do this
anymore, Jonathan.

Maybe if I got you that gift
you wanted, you'd forgive me.

What's that?

Theater tickets
for Thursday night.

Come on, Marge.

You know you're
everything to me.

Oh, I know.

Oh, sorry.

Thank you.

Ah.

You know I'd be lost
without you.

I know.

Man, they gave us a beating today.

I don't think I can go on like this.

I'm dead tired.

This mine is gonna get us killed.

Tomorrow I'll contact the
person from the union.

The union?

Yes.

Nothing good can come out of this.

It's the only way to
improve the conditions.

No.

Look.

There they come again.

Without anyone checking on them,

cops can do whatever
the hell they want.

Drugs, rape, murder.

Yeah, well, I'm not buying it.

Any case,
how could you prove it?

- The police public records.
- What about 'em?

The records have
all the shit they do.

Imagine what would happen
if they were published.

- Yes! Thank you!
- Oh my God, are you kidding me?

Thank you! Good night!

- Come to me. Lucky Chucky.
- Come on.

- Thank you, miss.
- Lucky Chucky!

- Not one good hand.
- You're quitting?

I would've probably lost my ass
on the next hand.

- Señor John.
- Hola.

- Hey, Mike.
- ¿Cómo está, Mike?

- Bad hand, huh?
- Well, not as bad

as the handjob
you gave me last night.

- Oh, hello!
- Hey, easy, easy!

You pay me
for my professional services,

but not that type of service.

He used to be good at it.

Let me know what you think.

Spanish translation's
in the back.

- Cheers, guys.
- Cheers.

Listen to this, Chuck.

"Libre Post is
an intriguing look

into law enforcement
in Suray County.

A real eye-opener about the side
not reported elsewhere.

How do some officers
get wrapped up in it all

and cross that thin blue line?

Join us for this journey
into the world

of those whose job is
to protect and serve

but instead are here
to deflect and swerve."

- Oh, that's nice.
- You like it, huh?

- You wrote that?
- Yeah, I did.

- I wrote that.
- He didn't write that.

Well, I helped!

I'm gonna be the chief,
uh, chief...

- Editor, chief editor.
- Yeah.

Hey, when did you downgrade
to journalist

in your family's own paper?

Investigative journalist,
I might add.

Chief Collins
is gonna shit her pants.

Yeah, she is,

and what happens
if the cops come after you?

Well, I'll have to go
after them even harder.

I'm not gonna sit with
my arms crossed doing nothing

after they broke into my house.

So, we print?

Run the presses.

Could you give that
to the bartender?

- I know it's not much, but...
- Good night, I'm done.

- Thanks, guys.
- See ya.

Have a good one.

All right.

Stack 'em up,
you got a nickel left.

Let's do it.

Good morning, Sedcott, it's
Monday, September 20th, 2005.

It's gonna be so hot today,

you might as well apply
for a job inside the mines.

Yes, ladies and gentlemen,
the rumor is true.

Our newspaper tycoon
is back at it.

Most people who feel
they were wronged by the police

file a complaint.

John Wilson started a newspaper.

His first edition attacks
the excessive use of force

from the Immigration
and Drug Unit,

which attempts to fight
Arizona's drug problem.

But according to John's paper,

the Immigration and Drug Unit
is using its power

to profile undocumented
immigrant workers.

Turn around!

The paper goes on to blame
the excessive use of power

on your very own Chief Collins.

Ever since taking over
his family's company,

Mr. Wilson has published
articles in the past

attacking police,
but this goes a step further

by publishing stories using
the police's own public records

to expose cases
where the police

have allegedly abused
their power.

Ponder that for just a moment.

We'll be back
after these messages.

Damn lunchbox.

Help.

Unit 205 to dispatch.

I got a 10-52.

I need medics and backup
for traffic control.

10-4, copy request for medic.

Hey, what do you need?

Block the road!

Hey, you're new, aren't you?

We don't say,
"Block the road," man.

Got it.

Well, where the fuck
do you want me?

Back here behind me.

Right, I'm gonna pull forward
for a second, here we go.

Stop! Stop! Stop!

Shit.

You killed him!

Hey, get the fuck back from me!

- What's going on?
- Stay there, stay back!

YOU killed him!

Oh, goddamn it.

He was already dead, right?

Right?

You know they won't do anything.

Well, look...

They'll blame it on us.

Who's coming with me
to the police tomorrow?

Who's up for it?

Congratulations on being named
Chief of the Year.

Would you like to attend
the gala?

Of course,
I'd be glad to attend!

You know I can never say no
to those things.

It's always an honor
to represent this fine town.

Thank you for your service,
Chief Collins.

Thank you, Governor Rice.

What do I always say
to you boys?

Proudest chief in the state.

Congratulations, Chief.

Damn right, congratulations.

We earned that
through hard work,

which brings me
to the both of you.

I only ask for two things:

illegals and drug smugglers.

That's it.

And you two... bring me this.

Okay, boys.

Talk.

He... was dead

before we got there.

Deputy Johnson?

When I got there and checked the
body, I couldn't find a pulse.

He died from the first impact.

Very well.

If that's the case, I will clear
that up in the report,

but I'm assigning you two
to find and arrest

the runaway driver.

Deputy Johnson, welcome to town.

I hope this incident prepares
you for what lies ahead.

Yes, ma'am.

Just remember we're
a border town.

Look for drug smugglers
or illegals.

Can't find one,
look for the other.

Understood.

Have you seen this?

Who published this shit?

John Wilson.

He's making us look corrupt,

and he's publishing
our officers' names.

Pearl, no, he's doing this
because we raided his house.

That's County Attorney Park
to you, officer.

You never told me
we didn't have a warrant.

We had an anonymous tip.

My cops went in
under the raid program.

The judge approved it.

Did we find drugs in his house?

No.

Boys, out.

So, what do you think
of your new office?

Looks good.

Just hope I don't fuck this up.

It'll be fine, and Diana
is an excellent journalist.

She didn't mind transferring
down from our other paper?

She was so happy,
she offered to work for less

if we promised not to give her
more sports assignments.

Let's go outside.

Okay?

You all right?

Oh, yeah.

Ooh.

You remember when we were kids?

Yeah, this town was filled
with good memories,

and some not so good.

Like the one time
you got arrested for, uh,

water-skiing naked on the lake.

Well, I still want to know
who called the cops on me.

Probably half the town.

Everything okay?

Yeah.

I just came back
from Matt's office,

he says there's nothing new.

I don't know, maybe it's just...

allergies or something.

You know what's coming up,
right?

What?

Sammi's birthday.

Yeah, I know, I know.

You're a good father, John.

I'm sure she's
gonna turn around.

Last time I called her,
her number was out of service.

I think she blocked my number.

- Let's try it again.
- No, no, buddy.

We're just at a stalemate,
that's all.

She still blames me
for her mother's...

addictions

and death.

Well, you know
that is not your fault.

- You tried.
- I know.

John?

Yeah?

Coming.

Hey, you have a sec?

- Sure.
- Okay.

Uh, I gotta go to a meeting,

but I will talk
to you guys later.

- Okay.
- Okay.

So, how's the paper doing?

Well, people are calling.

Some like it, some hate it,

but the town is hooked.

Good, good,
'cause I wanted to talk to you

about how long I'm gonna keep
this special edition going.

- Sure.
- Yeah.

But first you have to hear this.

What?

We have a new story.

They didn't put anything
on the road.

No cones, no tapes.

They left his body out for five
hours without doing anything.

They didn't kill a dog.

They killed his son.

I'm sorry.

John, here's some
of the pictures we got

from the night.

Some of the workers
who saw the first driver

said that it was
an older truck.

The ones who saw the drivers
are afraid to speak.

Who was the cop who ran over...

We don't have their names.

Well, where are
the police records?

Chief Collins
won't release them.

Actually, the police told me
they won't be releasing

any more records.

Mr. Wilson, Mr. Wilson,
you need an appointment!

- Stop!
- You can't come through here.

Is Chief Collins
in the office?

I have to speak to her
about something.

Not without an appointment.

I'm not leaving here
until I talk to the chief.

- Boys.
- Yes, ma'am.

Let him come.

Thank you.

My journalists have the right
to the Olivares records.

Those records contain
classified information

that can't be released.

Classified?

What is this, the FBI?

Have a seat, John.

Let's make one thing clear.

My officers are not corrupt.

Stop all this nonsense.

Who are the officers involved
in the Olivares incident?

We're looking for the driver
who ran over the man.

Wasn't there a second driver
who also ran over the man,

and wasn't that second driver
one of your officers?

I will be making
a public statement

as soon as we have
all of the facts.

The public has a right
to have the facts now.

What are you hiding
in those records?

Oh, thanks for stopping by,
John.

Who are you protecting?

Listen carefully,

you worthless, sour,
narcissistic son of a bitch.

You mess with my men,
I will destroy

that paper of yours,
and I will not stop

until everyone in this state
knows not to publish

as much as a comma
in any rag of yours ever again.

Now you listen to me,
you sour daughter of a bastard.

This is America, goddamn it.

We have the right to free press.

And you can't stop us
from publishing those records.

I will get those records.

Chicago, eh?

Yeah, born and raised.

Did you, uh, did you get tired
of the snow or what?

Nah, I just wanted
some fresh air, actually.

- Fresh air?
- Yeah.

Oh, dude, there's nothing fresh
about this place, man.

The heat just, like,
rots everything around here.

I can already tell
you're gonna fit in just right.

Hey, look,

see right up there?

Hmm?

That's John Wilson's newspaper.

Why'd he start that newspaper?

To shame cops.

Yeah, but most of the stories

come straight from
public records though, right?

Kidding me, right?

I mean, you've read the paper.

No, I just heard about it.

All right, well, listen,

I wouldn't give my attention
to an opportunist.

What does that mean?

It means, just wait
till he writes about you, man.

He'll make money defaming you.

It's what he's been doing
with me and other cops

in this area for years, man.

Shit.

People in this town,

they don't play nice, Ricky.

You gotta learn to play dirty

if you wanna get ahead
in Sedcott.

Two outs and a runner on...

I'm leaving.

Gotta get home.

Honey, are you okay?

John?

Oh, thank you.

I don't think this thing works.

Go get the old one,
it's downstairs.

Kidding me?

I'm not sure about
this John Wilson guy.

He acts like such a big-shot
with all his family newspapers,

but according
to the other papers in town,

he's just making it all up.

He's had a run-in with the cops.

That was Brett from Yuma.

Thanks for calling in.

So, how about it, Sedcott?

Any truth to this?

Does John have some kind of
personal interest in all this,

some vendetta?

Call us, tell us what you think.
KTNP AM 1660.

Yeah, it's them.

Shut the engine off, huh?

I can't believe all the crap
the other papers are writing.

Why can't we just write
an article about all these lies?

If we get sidetracked, we're not
gonna win the Olivares case.

I agree.

Also, I'm concerned
about our delivery crew.

Cops are harassing them,
and some of them

are refusing to work.

Jesus.

What the hell?

Stay back.

Look at this.

Look at this.

Any progress?

Not much.

We walked all over the place,
we found nothing.

How about witnesses?

There were two miners, but...

But?

They seem to have disappeared.

For God's sake, find them.

Hey!

What is it?

Looks like they left
a clue behind.

- What the hell is that?
- It's a mirror.

Could be part
of the suspect's vehicle,

found not too far away.

Seriously?

We need those witnesses.

Find me those witnesses.

Yeah, Chief.

Where'd you find it?

The bush over there.

This is a waste of time.

Come on,
I want to show you something.

In the old days,
editors would have spikes

on their desks, and this is
where they would put stories

that were withheld
for publication

for reasons of lack
of veracity, clarity,

sometimes even censorship.

The stories we're publishing
at Libre Post tell the truth

about the police's
excessive use of force.

The problem is
that someone out there

is trying to spike
our entire newspaper,

and it's not just the police.

Somebody out there
is making threats.

That's why you want
the police records?

Libre Post relies
on these records.

Without them,
all we have is, what?

It's pure commentary.

Why can't we just file
a Freedom of Information Act

and get them?

They can withhold them
if there's sensitive information

about a case, or personal
identifying information

of the victims or officers.

To hell with that.

Even if they agree to release
some of the records,

they have the power
to redact them,

edit, erase,
reorder the documents

to protect
this sensitive information.

What if we sue?

You're the lawyer, Peter,
you tell me.

What?

To have a strong case,

we could use
the Olivares incident to prove

how releasing the records
can help solve crime.

- Go on.
- We need witnesses.

If they testify
against the police,

the judge may have
to release the records.

However, you do need to consider

that you're putting you
and your paper on the line,

and it's not just Libre Post.

All your other publications
may take a hit.

What are they gonna do?

Put us out of business?

They can drain you out of money
with lawsuits.

John, if we don't get
the records,

there's no need
to keep Libre Post open.

Hang on a second,
we gotta think about this.

Think about what?

This is an investigative paper.

We investigate,
we uncover the truth.

That's what I thought
we were doing.

That's what we're doing,

but I gotta...

This is my family's business.

I can't just put everything
that my father,

my grandfather built
on the line,

and all your jobs too.

Think about it.

This,

this is where I really need you.

It's a lot of money.

Mm-hmm.

Drug smuggling, hey.

It's where the real war is.

And a lot of cops,

they die every year
for this shit.

I'm sure that's why
Chief Collins is so strict.

You could say that.

What exactly happened
in Chicago?

I heard that you
and some other cops got busted.

Whatever happened back then

happened a long time ago,

and I was cleared.

Well, hey, man,

you don't have
to apologize here.

We're partners.

All I'm saying is I had nothing
to do with that scheme.

All I'm saying is
I wouldn't want

that kind of publicity
around here, you know?

I got nothing to hide.

I'm sure you don't.

I just wouldn't want
a certain... friend of ours

getting his hands
on that type of information,

if you know what I mean.

Don't worry.

You watch my back,

I'll watch yours.

Remember.

John Wilson and the Sedcott DA

will be squaring off in court
in the coming days.

Wilson is challenging the DA
for access to public records,

and, boy, does this have
the town talking.

Hey, we have Caroline
on the line.

What do you think?

I think John Wilson's right.

If the police can keep
these things from us,

what else are they hiding?

Thanks for calling in,

and you're right
to be concerned.

Think on that for just a moment.

We'll be back in two minutes.

Well, let's... yeah,
let's talk to Jose tomorrow.

I'm sure he can help us
get the witnesses we need.

Should we bring Mike with us?

No, I think it's better
if it's just you and I.

We don't want to overwhelm him,
you know what I mean?

- Yeah, you're right.
- Yeah.

- Okay, sounds good, I'm excited.
- Yeah, yeah.

You're not gonna regret this.

Is everything okay?

Dinner's ready.

Diana, um, uh,

I will finish this call
tomorrow, okay?

I gotta go, dinner's ready.

What's the matter with you?

Well,
you're getting hooked again.

If we get the witnesses,

there's not gonna be
any problem at trial.

It's gonna be a breeze!

You're retired.

Do you remember that?

You're retired,
and you've been doing nothing

but working
on this stupid paper.

The only thing you're doing
is stirring up trouble,

like always.

My family's worked on newspapers
for generations.

My father did a lot of good
helping people.

I'm trying to do the same.

Stupid paper.

Look who it is.

Just, you know, keep it simple.

You don't need to talk too much.
Let's just...

Are you trying to raid
my car too?

Is that what's going on?

Immigration and Drug checkpoint.

Turn the engine off.

You know, you guys messed
with the wrong cowboy.

You're gonna pay for what you
and the other officers did,

breaking into my house
illegally.

Okay, sure, old man.
Here you go.

Come on.

Here you go.

Let's go this way.

I need you to step
out of the car, please.

Uh, I don't believe
you're allowed

to, uh, go in my car like that.

Yes, I am, sir.

- Out of the car, please.
- Are you serious?

- Yeah.
- For what?

My dog smelled something,
I gotta check you.

- Come on, let's go.
- Oh, come on.

Out, please.

Sit.

You have to be kidding me.

Put your hands on the window,
please.

Hands right here.

Let's go,
hands right here, please.

Spread your legs open, please.

Here you go, smell, smell.

You enjoying that?

Yeah, it's one of the perks
of the job.

Oh, hey,
you wanna check her too?

- Leave her alone.
- John, it's okay.

- Out of the car, please.
- It's gonna be quick.

Out of the car, please.
Check her, please.

Ask her if she's got a passport
that she can show you.

- I got a driver's license.
- Oh, you do?

- She's an American citizen.
- Is she?

- Yeah.
- Show 'em to him, please.

Show him.

- How is it?
- We're good.

Okay, you're good.

Get back in your car.

You can go back
to shaming cops now.

I only write about cops
who shoot people

fives times after they're
already on the ground.

That guy threatened me.

Yeah, he threw a rock at you,
a rock?

You know what,
all your stupid articles

and now this paper
is making me lose my patience.

Why don't you stop trying
to be a fucking hero,

'cause the whole town,

this whole town knows
that you're not.

I'm not gonna stop
until people know

the kind of officers
we have in this town.

Man, you don't know anything,
old man.

- Oh yeah?
- Uh-huh.

You take that gun girdle off

and I'll show you
what an old man can do.

- John, let's go.
- Huh?

- Get back in the car, please.
- Let's go.

Get back in the car, please.

You know what you are?

You're just a fool.

You don't know anything.

Mind your own business.

Stay out of this.

Let's go.

What took you so long
to call me back?

I've been busy at the mine.
What's up?

What's up is I have a problem
and you're gonna fix it.

John is not just your problem,
Margaret.

Come over tomorrow
and we can talk about it.

That sounds good.

We might have
to speed things up

to get him
to stop digging around.

He's driving me crazy
with all this newspaper crap.

All right.

All the girls hate me
at the club.

I can't even go to the salon

without everybody talking
about it.

Whatever, Margaret.

I gotta go.

Okay, bye.

Hola, Luis.

- Hello.
- This is John.

- Hi.
- How you doin'?

We need to talk
to your grandpa.

Okay, okay, yeah,
I'll tell him.

Hey, you okay?

Ah, yeah, no, I'm fine.

Hola, Jose.

Good afternoon.

Welcome.

We have to talk about Federico.

OK.

Come on in.

Excuse the mess.

He was a runner in high school.

- Thanks.
- Gracias.

Gracias, Luis.

Luis..

Why don't you go buy
more water at the market.

Yeah.

With his degree, he could've
worked in a better job,

but he wanted to improve
the treatment of the workers.

That's why he stayed
in the mines.

So he was an organizer?

He was getting started.

Only Jose and other miners
know about his work.

Jose...

We want to sue the police...

but we need witnesses.

It's not gonna be easy.

Immigrant miners
don't trust the cops.

Many of them have been arrested
without committing a crime.

Unless we can convince them.

Well, we're gonna have to.

We can't stop working.

I will personally talk
to the owner of the mine

to ask for permission.

And our money?

Who pays us?

Well, I'll pay.

I'll pay for your day's work.

What about the police?

Listen, if you help us,

I will personally make sure

that the cops
don't mess with you.

You help us,
and we will help you.

Friends.

I know you saw what they did to my son.

I understand you don't want
trouble with the police.

I don't blame you.

My son took a risk.

He wanted to do something.

He wanted to change things.

He wanted to improve...

the conditions at the mine.

He wanted to help all of you.

And that is why...

I've come to ask you

to help us.

Federico...

deserves justice.

Help us brothers.

Who's up to help?

Thank you brother.

Have a good time.

Thank you for coming.

Thank you.

- Gracias.
- Gracias.

I can't go. I have to take care of my son.

Either we all go or no one goes.

Mario...

Why didn't you add your name to the list?

Look...

I don't want any trouble.

Federico was your best friend. Why?

You know what's gonna happen.

Right?

They own the judges.

They have the cops in their pockets.

What do we have?

We have nothing.

It's Margaret,
please leave your message.

Margie, where are you?

Listen, I'm sorry about
last night's spat, all right?

I'm all dressed up,
ready for the theater.

Let's just have
a good time tonight

like we used to, all right?

All right,
I'm waiting for you.

Bye.

How the hell do you know
who's undocumented?

If they run,
arrest them.

You wanna go
to the theater tonight?

Huh?

Romeo and Juliet.

You... you don't like it?

Okay, but what if
they're lawfully here?

Not our problem.

They'll fix that
at the detention center.

All right.

Hm.

Oh.

Well, the ladies
like it, Charlie.

Let's go, let's go.

Go, go, go!

Let's go.

Documentos!

Documentos.

Open up!
Open up!

Hands up,
put your fucking hands up.

Get on your knees,
get on your knees.

Hands behind your back.

Give me that fucking cuff.

Get the fuck up.

Let's go.

Go, out of this fucking place.

Let's go,
come on.

...is Code Four
at this time

with.

Additional transport
has been requested.

Copy, all subjects in custody.

We're requesting transport van
response to the motel.

Copy request
for transport.

How'd you, uh, know, um,

undocumented workers
were staying here?

We got a tip.

If you don't mind
me asking, from who?

Chief Collins.

She knows everybody
in this town.

Don't worry about it.

So what happens
in there?

Well...

If found guilty of a crime,
they go to jail.

And if not, they're deported
directly back to their country.

Oh, shit.

Margaret, is that you?

Where were you?

I was out
with my girlfriends.

Yeah.

What about
our theater night?

I didn't forget, John,

I just didn't
feel like going.

Well, don't you think
you should have told me,

I'm sitting there
waiting for you all night?

Uh, I don't care, John.

I don't care.

Nobody cares.

- Hello?
- Hi, John, it's Diana.

I have bad news.

I'm on my way
to the courthouse now.

The police raided
the miners' housing last night.

Whoever wasn't arrested
is too scared to show up

to testify today.

We're gonna have
to go ahead without them.

Your Honor,
would you allow Mr. Wilson

to speak on behalf
of the plaintiff?

The plaintiff may proceed.

Uh, Your Honor.

Uh, first of all,
I'd just like to say,

I can't believe
we're having this trial.

To keep public records public?

I mean, they're public
for a reason, aren't they?

Mr. Wilson,
please make your point.

Oh, yes, ma'am,
yes, ma'am.

Uh, yes, Your Honor,
I mean.

So, keeping these records
away from the public

goes against our right
for a free press,

the people's right to know,
and free speech.

It's the core
of our democracy,

and it's our right
as citizens of this country.

That's my point.

Mrs. Parks, your response.

- I wasn't finished.
- That's okay.

Releasing
the requested records

will negatively affect
and endanger the lives

of our city's
fine police officers.

Making those records public
will also damage

our officers' investigations
and slow down detective work.

We strongly believe
that more damage will be done

if these records
are made public.

Furthermore, we have
to take into account

the personal biases
that Mr. Wilson has

against the police
and that motivate his paper.

Your Honor, the defense
would like to request

more time to gather
more evidence.

We believe
with this evidence

we can show the unethical
and possibly illegal methods

in which Mr. Wilson
operates his newspaper.

Objection, Your Honor.

Objection overruled.

The request is granted.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Well, that was a disaster.

What was that?

They're gonna countersue.

I can smell it.

They will subpoena
your newspaper's records,

all your emails,
documents, everything.

Believe me, they will spin
something to pin on you.

Well, it's your job
to make sure

that doesn't happen, Peter.

Well, we have no option.

If the judge approves
their subpoena,

we have to hand over
everything they ask for.

Chief Collins will
go after our reporters,

their... their sources.

Listen, we'll hide information
if we need to.

Hell, we'll delete it.

No, you won't.

That would be
obstruction of justice.

Please, don't fuck this up.

I can't do this anymore.

If you will just
stick to the plan,

it will be fine.

Are we done?

Margaret!

Are we in Heaven?

It's Tucson.

Oh.

Back to my.

Damn.

I can't move my body.

Hello, Mr. Wilson,
I'm Dr. Smith, the toxicologist.

Dr. Matthews sent you here.

Yeah?

Olivia will take care
of your tests.

Excuse me.

Where's Margaret?

She's back in town.

Matt thought it was better
if I stay with you.

I'll keep her posted.

But you, my friend,
you need to rest, okay?

You are very lucky

that thallium did not
reach your nervous system.

What... what do you call it?

Thallium?

It's a soft gray
metallic element

often used to make
costume jewelry,

paint, optical lenses.

But thallium is also
a rat poison ingredient.

We found 15 times
the normal level

of thallium
in your system

And based on
what we know,

you didn't have any
environmental exposure

to this metal.

Hey, this is Samantha.

Please leave a message.

How would this thallium
get into me?

Powdered over food,
dental floss.

I've even seen people poisoned
through their eye drops.

Sounds like
the perfect crime.

It is, most victims die

before they even know
they were poisoned.

I'll tell you what,
the sonuvabitches

that did this to me
are gonna pay for it.

No, you see,
recently I got involved

in a heated lawsuit
with the police.

Someone over there
has been threatening me.

I guess this is their way
of trying to get rid of me.

- Recently?
- Mm-hm.

Sorry, Mr. Wilson,
but your lab results show

that you've been
consuming thallium

for at least
the past year.

The past year?

We will continue
your treatment from home.

You gotta call Margaret
and tell her

I'm not coming home.

You know she called the office.

She wants to come tomorrow.

Well, to hell with her.

I don't wanna see her.

I always knew
something was up with her.

Yeah, you and everyone else
but me.

Hey!

Jesus.

Sorry.

You're still here.

I found the names of the cops
who ran over Olivares.

How'd you do that?

It's not exactly legal.

Officer Bradford
ran over him?

There was another officer
involved.

Deputy Ricky Johnson.

Huh.

- Mike?
- Yes, sir?

Run the presses.

John, if we run
one more publication,

we're gonna get subpoenaed.

Chief Collins delivered
this cease and desist order.

- Cease and desist?
- Yes.

You can't stop my paper.

Why don't you ask
your lawyer about that?

How 'bout I ask the courts
what they think

of a crook in chief trying
to silence a journalist?

John.

You're not a journalist.

And for your information,

I take law enforcement
very seriously.

I come from
a respectable family

that sacrificed everything to
give you the freedom of press

- you cry about.
- Oh, come on.

Everybody knows
you don't give a fuck

about those immigrant workers.

I think this meeting
is over.

Marge, I...

I called you because...

...we need to talk.

I need to ask...

No.

No.

I think it would be good
if we divorce.

We need to divorce.

Let's what I'll say.

You're just as crazy
as your own family

said you were.

I don't want you here
anymore.

Hey, guess what?

Your plan to poison me
didn't work.

You really think I was
trying to poison you, John?

Hey, I'm divorcing you.

Good.

And I got a newsflash
for you.

You're not getting
one red cent of my money.

The lawyers will figure
that one out, John.

What is this?

Dammit.

Shit.

Seatbelt.

Damn.

Yes, sir?

Hello, sir, can we have you step
out of the vehicle, please?

- Step out of the vehicle?
- Yes, sir.

Shut off the engine and step
out of the vehicle, please.

- Can I help you?
- Yeah, can you come around

to the front?

Yeah, what's going on?

Yes, sir,
we got you for violating

a restraining order, okay?

A what?

A restraining order.

Uh, I don't have
a restraining order, officer.

Yeah, well, maybe you want
to check your mail.

My mail?

She told Chief Collins
I was aggressive with her?

I... I never even
raised my voice!

Do you even know
how restraining orders work?

Well, you can talk
to Chief Collins about that.

She's the one
who handled it.

Now Mr. Wilson can go
if he posts bail,

but he might have
to serve probation.

Probation?

You... you've got
to be kidding me.

She was the one that was
burning up all of my stuff.

I know what
this is really about.

You're not gonna make me
give up my investigation

of the Olivares case.

With all due respect,
I would never...

Save your explanations
for later

when you're gonna need them
in a court of law.

Well, her car's not
parked in front, so...

Looks clear to me.

The only reason I can think
that she doesn't want me

going in there is she's
still got poison inside.

Listen, shouldn't we get
a PI or something for this?

Somebody professional?

No! Come on, man.
This is fun.

We'll figure it out.

Don't forget
to call my cell

- if you see her come.
- Okay.

Shoot.

John, John, John.

Son of a bitch.

Okay, we should be clear now.

Did you see that?

- Yeah.
- Come on, let's go.

- Let's follow them.
- Wait, what do you mean?

Come on, John!

- She got in.
- Ready to go?

Yeah. Jeez, I can't...

Tonight would not
be a good night

to have one
of your little heart attacks.

I should be fine.

Where'd you get that?

Back in Tucson.

We just need to get close enough
to get a good shot.

And...

Telephoto lens.

That's great.

John.

What is that for?

Self-defense mostly.

If tonight goes smoothly,

I'll buy you a table dance
at Pancho's.

What do you mean
you can't find it?

I see somebody there.

I think he's her accomplice.

- Think so?
- It was here!

- What are they doing?
- It was here.

Watch it.

Let's get closer.

All right.

I'm gonna take a picture now.

If you will just relax,
everything will be all right.

- I didn't know it had a flash.
- Who's there?

Now you want to know
what this is for?

You okay?

Mike.

- Split.
- Split.

Wait in the car.

Wait.

Don't shoot.

I got one question.

Did you give
Margaret the poison?

Was that you?

Mike! Agh!

Run, John, run!

Come on, Mike!

Ow!

- John.
- What?

I think I got shot.

Oh, buddy,
hold on, man.

It's not so bad though,
it's not so bad.

Mike, hold... hold...
just hold on.

Okay.

But hurry, please.

Hold on.

Help!

- I need a doctor.
- Ah, geez.

Okay, let me see.

It looks worse
than it actually is.

It's gonna be fine.

John Wilson just published
a bombshell this morning.

He is accusing Sedcott Police
of covering up

their involvement in the recent
Olivares hit-and-run accident.

Separately, he is also
accusing his own wife

of trying to poison him.

And here's the kicker.

John is so convinced
of his wife's guilt

that he is offering
a $12,000 reward

for dirt on her
and her alleged accomplice.

Now that kind of cash
is bound to jog

quite a few memories,

so y'all better act fast
if you know anything.

I want Bradford
on desk duty immediately,

do you understand?

No, I don't understand.

Listen, the article
in today's paper's killing me.

We have to at least look
like we're taking action,

and I want you to stop
with the goddamn raids for now.

We need those raids.

Those raids are necessary.

How else are we gonna
make our numbers?

Let's lie low for now until
this whole thing blows over.

In the meantime, find the guy
who ran over the mine worker.

I know you think
this is nothing,

but we can't afford
to let this get out of control.

So, okay, we'll be here.

Okay.

Looks like people are calling.

John, you need to come
and watch this.

Come and watch what?

- What about?
- John.

- I wanna start by saying...
- Oh yeah.

...I am deeply sorry
for the death

of Federico Olivares.

Despite what certain newspapers
have alleged this morning,

our internal investigation
has cleared

both Officer Bradford
and Deputy Johnson

from any wrongdoing
in this incident.

Federico's father and son
are good people,

and I will do my best
to find the person

that murdered Federico.

We are re-opening
the investigation,

which I will lead myself.

Whoa.

Also, we've been investigating

the poisoning case
of Mr. Wilson,

and so far
we have found no proof

that would place Tucker Ellis
or Margaret Wilson as suspects,

much less
persons of interest.

We believe that Mr. Wilson
is no longer worthy of trust,

as he is using his newspaper
to personally attack his wife.

- Christ.
- If you read the Libre Post,

I say this to you.

Don't believe anything
you read in that phony paper.

It is all fake
if you ask me.

We're also investigating
the possibility

that Mr. Wilson poisoned
himself to frame his wife.

Oh yeah.

Yeah. Yeah.

That sounds like me,
doesn't it?

I poisoned myself. Yeah.

Jesus Christ.

Hello, where's my daily poison?

It's time.

You say what?

No, we're not giving money
away like that.

No, we...

Sir, no.

Sir, I'm sorry. Sorry.

Levita.

It was him!

Who ran over Federico!

Can't believe he escaped.

Doesn't surprise me
that much actually.

What if the whole thing
was a setup?

- What do you mean?
- Yeah.

The Olivares case,
the poisoning.

The lawsuit.

Maybe they just
wanted to hook us

so they can get rid
of the newspaper.

You really think so?

No, but it'd make
a cool story to publish.

Ma'am, how can I help you?

I'm here to pick up
my takeout.

- The name?
- Margaret.

Here it is.

Would you like some thallium
spiked with that, ma'am?

Well, that was unfortunate.

Did you see the look
she gave me?

Chief Collins said she isn't
gonna do anything about her.

What about the pictures
with Tucker?

Oh, they interrogated Margaret.

She didn't know anything.

And they let her go,
just like that?

It's her word against ours.

Nothing we can do about it.

Well, I appreciate you
getting shot for me.

That's what friends
are for.

But it's not every friend
that would do that.

I appreciate it, buddy.

Wow.

Couple of shot-up old men,
that's all we are.

At the tone,
please record your message.

Hello? Mr. Wilson?

This is Officer Johnson.

I think I have some information
about the Olivares case

that you might
find interesting.

Now, I know we haven't
gotten off to the best start,

but I promise
it'll be worth your while.

If you're interested,
meet me tomorrow at the cafe

on Highway 50 just outside
of town, 7:00 a.m.

I've been following
Bradford around.

He led me to this.

Check it out.

What is it?

Well, just wait.

Give it another minute or so.

See? There's Bradford,
and he's got Tucker with him.

Now I'm not exactly sure
what they got going on,

but Tucker's a part
of his operation.

They have a lot of migrant
workers down there too.

John?

Federico was alive
when I first saw him.

I thought his death
was an accident,

but now I'm not so sure.

I don't have
any proof for this,

but I think Bradford found out
he was organizing the miners.

I wouldn't be surprised
if they orchestrated

the accident to pressure
the miners to be quiet.

Yeah.

You think they were
behind the poisoning?

I think so.

But we gotta find
some proof first.

Would you help me?

With what?

Tell the story.

Let's do it.

I have to say, officer,
I had you all wrong.

And here with us
is John Wilson.

And, John,
tell us about your story,

which I have to admit
sounds more like a movie script

- out of Hollywood.
- Well, first of all,

I want to mention
that in today's Libre Post

there's an article
with the story.

This publication
is just the beginning.

More will come
as our journalists

continue to investigate
this corrupt operation.

Our reporters
are working hard

to put together
all the proof needed

to start
an official investigation.

And then tell... tell us, John,

what motivated you
to do this?

Well, for one thing,
I am tired of seeing the cops

do whatever the hell
they want in this town

and getting away
with it.

I mean, if we don't
hold them accountable,

no one will.

By looking
at the public records

and using
our inside sources,

we've been able to see
that there is a number

of injustices happening at
the hands of the local police.

So, I'm just, uh,

trying to help the citizens
and do what's right.

All right, John,
wrapping up today.

Any final thoughts you want
to leave our audience with?

Well, justice
is not being served

for myself and for others
in this town,

and sometimes...

...in order to get justice,

you have to get dirty.

And that's what I'm doing.

I'm rolling up
my sleeves

and I'm doing
the dirty work.

Hey, this is Samantha.

Please leave a message.

Sammy, it's your dad.

I just...

I know I made a lot
of mistakes, okay?

With your mom
and with you.

I just want you to know
that, um...

in my heart
I never left you.

Um, all right?

So, uh...

I'm here if you need me, okay?

All right, I miss ya.

Bye.

Good morning, everyone.

We have some news for you.

And I'd like you to gather around.

As some of you know, Federico was
organizing workers to form a union.

Even though Federico died...

Thanks to his efforts, today we have a union
agent who will help you with the process.

I know,

that Federico wanted a better life for
his father, his son and his community.

But he also understood that, even if life
is hard, family is the most important.

And that's why we're here today.

Hello, Sedcott, it looks
like the wrongful death suit

filed against the city
by the Olivares family

will be settled
out of court today.

No official word yet
from the city or police,

but this news
is not surprising

given the mounting public
pressure on law enforcement

generated by the continued
articles in Libre Post.

It remains to be seen
if additional repercussions

will be forthcoming
for the department,

but I can tell you this.

John Wilson is unlikely
to let this rest.

Interesting days ahead, folks.

Indeed.

Hey, stay tuned,
this is Chuck at AM1660, KTNB.

We'll be right back.

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