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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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